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Beta-Slot Entry #5

Eeomis’ Tale

~Prelude~

He was young, at least considered young by Elven standards. He wasn’t a great and powerful Mage, nor was he a weak-minded fool. He was just an average practitioner of magic with an above average spirit for adventure. Which as it turned out, got him and a few of his friends into many…difficult… situations. He studied all forms of magic but focused mainly on fire-based magica. A secondary area of study was the school of wind, which he used to augment his already powerful fire spells. The schools of growth, augmentation, and health he shied away from but knew a basic healing remedy. The young apprentice also had a strong grasp of illusion magic, but did not have the ability to shape shift. He had abnormal strength for an apprentice wizard but was considered weak compared to an average warrior in Thestra. He lead and he followed and sometimes even lagged behind. He had but a few friends, but those that he drew near never parted ways. A wizard is what they eventually would call him. This is his story.

But first, a little background.…….

Like most wizards and mages of his skill, Eeomis had a few magical items that added helpful augmentations and attributes to his arsenal. Most notably, the staff his Elven friend Alianna had made for him and a ring that he received for passing a Trial of the Arcane.

The Staff

Alianna created the staff as a present to Eeomis for passing his tenth season’s Trial. The staff was properly named after its creator, Ripa Wandil en Alianna, meaning Alianna’s Flight Staff.

Alianna was one of the most skilled Elven smithies in all of Leth Nurae. Once the apprentice of Erenilea, the most famous Elvin smith, most of her wooden creations were unmatched by even the most veteran of Elven smithies. She was also a worthy tracker and archer though her skills in these areas were dwarfed by her knowledge and skill of weaponcraft. She focused on organic creations because of her love of the woods and earth. It was said that when she went looking for materials to make her weapons, the magical trees of the Elven forest would freely offer her their strongest limbs for sacrifice. They somehow knew that those limbs would be used to protect them. After Alianna had imbued the raw materials with magic and created a masterpiece of Elven weaponry, she would return to the tree and ask it for approval and a final blessing.

This particular staff had been carved from one of those branches. The magical trees deep within Leth Nurae had helped to produce this staff of Elven weaponcraft mastery. The staff was a perfect fit for Eeomis’ long slender hands. It was light as a baby Cockatrice feather and as strong as any metal forged in Thestra. Because of its light, manageable weight and steel like strength, the staff was capable of dealing out serious melee damage in the properly trained hands. The staff had a white hue that would remind who ever saw it, of the sky east of Falgarholm just before dusk. Alianna had carved Elvish incantations around it from the top, winding down to its bottom end like a circular staircase. It had a slight taper from the top to the bottom, ending in a small triangular shape at its base. The top had a perfectly round knuckle with five long winding appendages, which looked like the empty branches of a tree during winter. They came up out of the knuckle to clasp a light blue gem that resembled a dragon’s eye. Just below the round knuckle were four small attachments, resembling batwings that were equally distanced around the shaft. The wings were added to symbolize each of the nautical directions. These wings were also part of an augmentation to the staff, as well as a few of Alianna’s other creations, that granted levitation whenever the holder commanded. The staff also significantly increased the mental capacity and mana endurance of its wielder.

The Ring

Every year, apprentices from all the magic schools participate in trials to show that they are worthy of more knowledge as well as new skills and spells. This period of time is collectively called the Trials of the Arcane. If students pass their trial, they will receive a gift from one of their teachers, or alumni, and will be allowed to further their studies. Generally the gift is a spell, book, or tome that grants some sort of magical power. Rings, daggers, amulets, and earrings are reserved for outstanding performers and are rarely given out, mainly due to the difficulty of creating such items. In fact the most recent such gift was an amulet given to Rhashana more than 12 years prior.

Eeomis had reached his limit of knowledge in fire and illusion based magic for this season. This was rare indeed to reach two skill limits in one season. The limits were not arbitrary ones either. They were a stringent set of spells and knowledge that are specifically structured to test the capabilities of students. Because of such stringent criteria related to mastering each spell line, no teacher expects any student to master one line of spells for their season and start on a new line of spells simultaneously, let alone master two of them. The ring Eeomis received was a reward for passing the Trial of the Arcane after his fifteenth season at the academy. Eeomis was given the ring because of the outstanding leadership qualities he showed during that trial.

The ring was powerful, almost too powerful for him to control at first. With some practice and some extra time with his mentor, he was eventually able to have complete power over the ring. No small feat for any wizard. The powers it granted were two-fold. It augmented the dexterity of who ever could control it, and it also gave its master quicker mana regeneration. It was made of mithril and had a single fire opal embedded in the widest part of the band. The band was perfectly circular and although it was old, showed no signs of wear. No bend or scratch could be seen on the entire band. The opal was cut and shaped to an oval form and set in the mithril itself. No clasp held the stone in place and few understood how its maker could have created it so.

Gilethi, an elven jeweler and brother to Erenilea, made the ring long ago. Originally crafted as a gift to a powerful Vulmane Chieftain as a gesture of peace, it became a trinket of a bandit lord for some time. The convoy that carried the ring from Leth Nurae never reached the Vulmane capitol city or its intended owner. Since it never arrived in the proper owner’s hand, each side believed that the other was involved in some sort of treachery or deceit. It was eventually believed by the Elves, after some difficult investigating, that a group of bandits intercepted the small convoy when it was en-route to the Chieftain’s camp. This did not help the ongoing peace keeping efforts of either side. This, as well as other and more important incidents, led to the eventual breakdown of the relationship between the Vulmane and the Elves, whom were never that friendly to each other to begin with.

The Elves eventually found it when a small scouting contingent of rangers happened upon a bandit camp some many years later. They were searching for a group of mercenaries that had reportedly attacked a small caravan of Halfling traders on its way from Falgarholm and en-route to Bordinar’s Cleft. At first they didn’t know if they had found the heathens, but realized soon enough that it didn’t matter if these Vulmane were the ones they were looking for or not. When the least seasoned ranger in the party made a slight miscalculation and broke a small branch, it fell to the ground. This alerted and enraged the Vulmane raiders and they ferociously attacked the group of outsiders. The battle however was swift, in part for the skill of the seasoned rangers in the Elven party. The clashing of swords and the vibrating hum of bows followed by the whistle of arrows through the air was enough for anyone to realize that the Elves had the upper hand. Concealed among the trees, they made quick work of the Vulmane camp. After the battle the rangers searched the camp and the dead bodies for any proof that these were indeed the villains that had attacked the caravan. They found the ring, along with many of the stolen goods they sought in the camp. The ring was on the hand of the slain Vulmane raiders’ leader. Although they finally found out the truth as to what had happened to the ring, the ill will between the two races had grown too severe to repair. The Elves decided to keep the ring within their ranks because of the treachery that occurred when they tried to give it away the first time. It was put in the care of Felinyth, the foremost scholar of electrically charged magic in all of Leth Nurae, until it was given to Eeomis.

Trial of the Arcane

The Trials of the Arcane were devised to test teamwork, leadership, courage, adaptability, and diplomacy. It was also engineered to help students learn about the strengths and weaknesses of the other adventuring schools. Groups were chosen by skill level mainly. Although at times, apprentices who showed much promise were allowed to join a more seasoned group. This was done only as long as the council believed that they would not put the group in danger because of their lower experience level. Also each group could demand proof from the less experienced candidate that they were indeed worthy. No leader was ever predetermined for any group in a Trial, as this would not have allowed for a proper assessment of each students strengths and weaknesses. All candidates were however, expected to lead at one point or another in the mission. The council chose a region for each group to begin in and presented tasks according to each member’s skill and their potential power as a collective group. Most paths would be carefully watched over by elders or seasoned scouts.

A majority of the Trials are totally controlled by the council and most of them have beasts or minions involved that are summoned, if not outright controlled by a council member. In some instances however, the council wishes to truly test a group of highly qualified individuals and does not interfere with the test in any way. They merely research a dungeon or lost artifact and send in the group with the information they have gathered. These are the tests that are deemed worthy of notable gifts from professors such as rings, amulets, and the like. Promising apprentices have been lost on these dangerous tests, but only rarely does this occur. These special tests are given to those that have been written of before their time, those that are to fulfill a predestined role in the history of Thestra. This season one such quest was to be given.

~Chapter 1~

The Warning

It was a cool morning. The ground was soft and lush. The air was crisp and the dew on the forest floor was sparkling here and there as the morning sun showed its first light of the day. The sharp beams of sunlight that cut through the canopy of the great forest of Leth Nurae were warm and vibrant as they gave life to the forest floor. The council was assembled at the base of Ferinei Nurembal, the library of the High Elven people. This was the staging area for all of the Tests of the Arcane. The starting point of many quests and the beginning of every test the council gave to students. The council members were all standing in an orderly fashion on the steps of the great library. Beginning at each of the bottom corners and ascending to the top in a triangular formation, they were all conversing with each other awaiting Lord Aeinwein’s opening remarks. Positioned top step and center, was Lord Aeinwein of the Tilethe Clan, also head of the council and the most esteemed Conjurer out of the entire magic school faculty. He was giving a final look-over of the parchments that would soon be given to each of the students attempting to pass their trial this season. He was concentrating intently and meticulously checking and verifying each clue as to make sure neither too much information was given nor that to little be received. To his immediate left was Seraph the Tall, one of the few human warriors truly accepted into the ranks of the Elven Ohtar, or warrior class. They were the main military force of the Elven people and handled most of the disturbances within Leth Nurae. Directly to Lord Aeinwein’s right was Eldras. He was a brilliant spell crafter and well-known Enchanter. Some of his creations were well known and many wished to receive one after each trial. Among the other council members were Lemlanthi the scout, Gavin the Red, an admirable Conjurer and spell crafter, as well as Eeomis’ mentor. Other Clan leaders and assorted diplomats were scattered about as well.

Eeomis was standing in the middle of the small crowd of hopefuls, each desiring to be put into a group and tested. Many had been here before and some had failed previously. Eeomis could sense the tension and anxiety of many of the other students and he was sure they were all feeling as anxious as he. The ceremony was going to begin soon. There were Elves, Humans, and a Gnome or two all standing, waiting, watching as the council was making final decisions and preparations for this season’s trials. Eeomis felt a slight tug at his arm. It was Khala. He was so focused that he hadn’t noticed her standing beside him. He looked at her with some surprise then smiled to show her he was happy that she had made it through the crowd to his side.

“Greetings Khala”, Eeomis said with a sarcastic tone.

“You are always early, aren’t you”, said Khala in reply.

“I couldn’t sleep last night anyway, so I figured I’d just stay up and get a good spot up here in front”, replied Eeomis in an even more sarcastic tone.

“How close are they to starting?” asked Khala.

“I don’t know, I just got here”, said Eeomis with a smile.

“You are hopeless Eeo, you know that”, stated Khala. ‘”Have you seen anyone else yet, or are we the only ones here?”

“I have only seen Llewellyn and Kreylyn. They are somewhere over near the lantern post”, said Eeomis as he pointed towards the far right side of the crowd. “Haven’t seen them for more than an hour though”.

“Do you think we will be grouped again this time Eeomis”, asked Khala hesitantly.

“I can only hope so Khala, considering you are the one that saved me last time. I would hope to repay the favor this season”, said Eeomis sincerely as he grabbed for her hand.

Khala brushed it away and pointed at the council. “Look, I think they are going to start”.

Lord Aeinwein raised his hands, signaling to the crowd that the council was ready to begin the ceremony. An almost instant hush fell over the crowd. As he lowered his hands there was an eerie sense of anticipation mixed with fear. Lord Aeinwein showed a stern look as he scanned the crowd and began.

“You are all gathered here today because you wish to be tested on the knowledge and skills you have learned over the past season. Behind you lay much work and toil, ahead of you is a journey that is treacherous if you do not keep your wits about you and if you don’t work as a team. If you are not prepared to take on the challenge before you, leave now. There is no shame in leaving at this point but if you change your mind after your group begins their journey there will be dire consequences, mainly because you will be abandoning a group that will come to depend on you in the days or weeks ahead. Also because you will be tossing into disarray much work and planning by your teachers.”

He gave a pause and scanned the crowd for any signs that someone may not be totally prepared for the journey that he was about to send them on.

“This year will be more difficult than any year passed because of the increased threat of the undead horde and their unrelenting push north. The majority of your destinations are far away from the blighted lands however; some of you have been given tasks that require a certain proximity to the undead that many will find somewhat ….uncomfortable. As always we will have members watching over you so if you find yourselves in serious danger they will aid you. You should all trust in one another and be weary of any outsiders. No one is allowed to aid you in this journey for any more than their part allows. Although you may request clarification on your objectives you may not ask for a different quest. We all know the consequences of cheating in any way during this journey so I won’t delve into that. “

Lord Aeinwein paused here and an almost worried look came over him. His whole body showed that a certain weight had been put on him as he drew the strength to speak his next words.

“Be careful young apprentices, for this is a dangerous time indeed. You may all come forward in an orderly fashion and discover who you will be grouped with this season. After you have formed your groups please elect a group representative to receive your mission objective information. Do so now.”

Eeomis strode forward at an unhurried pace. Khala stepped around him with greater urgency. As he walked forward Eeomis noticed something odd. Lord Aeinwein was looking right at him. His solemn face did not change as he stared into Eeomis’ eyes. This made Eeomis very nervous yet he couldn’t look away. As he came closer to the steps he thought that he could see a tear coming from the Lord’s left eye. Eeomis could sense great sadness in Lord Aeinwein’s heart.

“A tear?” he thought. “What could possibly make him get teary eyed over a Test of the Arcane?” he wondered. “It happens every year and he has not cried any year that I have attended. Maybe he has received some dreadful news about a close friend, or about the undead horde, or maybe….” And then Eeomis realized something. He knew that Lord Aeinwein has the ability to see the future. It was a well-known fact that he would spend countless hours in meditation just to get a glimpse of what was to come. Eeomis realized, or at least in his mind thought, that Aeinwein had seen something awful happen to him in the future. Eeomis looked down at the forest floor as his mind began to race. Panicked thoughts of misery and pain came into Eeomis’ mind. Horrible images of undead tearing through him and trolls bashing him senseless became a reality as his mind ran on. Then he looked back up at Aeinwein and saw that he had composed himself. Aeinwein realized that Eeomis had noticed his demeanor and attempted to hide his thoughts. Eeomis stood where he was for a moment, contemplating what had just happened. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to greet its owner.

“Hey there Eeomis. Looks like you and I will be grouping up this round. Glad to see that I’ve got someone as accomplished as you on my team. I don’t see the other group members yet but I’m sure well find them soon enough.” said the apprentice. Eeomis smiled with approval and looked at the tablet with his name, and five others on it. Eeomis didn’t fully recognize the mage but there was something familiar about him.

“Damn it” he thought. “Khala isn’t with me. How will I protect her?” He then recognized the apprentices name on the tablet. Gilwin. He thought back to a class on alchemy that he absolutely detested. It was a class that was required of all new apprentices their first season at the University. Eeomis just loathed the practice of grinding roots and skinning snakes to create a potion. A potion that as he remembered tasted quite awful. Then he remembered that this fellow had loved the class. Gilwin was the best student in that class in fact. He seemed to actually enjoy finding and foraging all the ingredients that were required to make such potions. “Well, at least we will have some backup potions incase we need them.” thought Eeomis.

Eeomis caught Khala’s stare through the crowd. She was unhappy.

“I guess I’ll have to repay you next season Khala.” Said Eeomis.

“Yeah, guess so.” Replied Khala.

“Aww, keep your chin up. I’m sure you’ve got an excellent group this round.” Said Eeomis.

“Well I’m off to find my group Eeo. You keep safe, ok.” Said Khala in a reassuring tone.

“I will Khala. If only to see you once again!” replied Eeomis with a grin.

The other names on the list were more familiar. Aaldolur, Kreylyn, Llewelyn, and Jarasis. All were good friends of Eeomis and most were very adept at what they did.

Aaldolur was a stout and cheerful Dwarf. He was a healer at heart and in practice. He focused his skills on regenerative spells and was also strong at protective, shield-based spells. Aaldolur also has a keen interest in spells, as well as attacks that do considerable damage to undead. In fact, he was probably more adept at killing zombies than most warriors of his season. He was a loyal and trustworthy friend and was a powerful ally. He had been promoted through the school faster than most: partly because of his skill and partly because of his father’s political power.

Jarasis was an able bodied Vulmane. A crafty shaman and excellent potion crafter, he was a great friend to travel with. He specialized in the arts of summoning and controlling electricity. Jarasis was the youngest shaman apprentice in Vulmane history but he was far wiser than many shamans twice his season.

The most organized person Eeomis had ever known was Llewelyn. She was a loving and caring mother figure that led a life of service to her beliefs. Llewelyn was a strong, two handed sword carrying Paladin of the first order. Her faith was unrelenting and her courage in a fight against the undead was unmatched. Which made sense since both her mother and father held seats on the “Council for Reestablishing the Peace”. Their mission was to bring faith to the heathen races and expunge the undead from Thestra.

Kreylyn was a skilled tracker and archer. It was amazing what he could tell you just by looking at the forest floor. He was lucky enough to have also received a gift from Alianna. An amazing bow that shot an unending supply of magical arrows.

These were to be Eeomis’ companions for this season’s Trial of the Arcane and although it pained him to not be grouped with Khala, Eeomis was happy to be in such good company.

“Hail Eeomis. Hail Gilwin.” Said Llewelyn with enthusiasm.

“Hail” they replied.

Llewellyn had already found the rest of the group and guided them to the place Eeomis and Gilwin stood.

“Who wants to be our representative?” asked Llewelyn in a presumptuous tone.

“I nominate you Llew!” exclaimed Aaldolur. “Even though you are an Elf.” He added.

Everyone else shook their heads in agreement as Llewelyn beamed with pride. They gathered at the base of the steps and stood behind Llewelyn as they waited for their quest objectives.

As the groups became organized the static hum of the crowd began to subside. When all the groups were ready, a complete silence fell over the crowd as they awaited their parchments.

Eldras took the podium after the crowd signaled they were ready. He began by taking the first parchment to the group on the far right of the steps. In turn he handed out parchments to all of the groups and asked each of them if they had any questions about their quest. If any questions arose he would direct them to the appropriate Mage or council member and went on to the next group. As he came to Eeomis’ group he gave the parchment to them, slowly reaching out as if to delay the giving of the quest for but a moment more. As Llewelyn reached out and grasp the parchment, Eldras did not let go. As they all looked at him with curious eyes he cautiously began to speak.

“You were all chosen to be in this group because of the great quality you have shown. Because of this quality you will all be put in a very dangerous position this Trial. You will all have to trust and rely upon each other, more so than in any past trial. You must realize that you are the chosen group this season, chosen to do something of historical and honorable mention. This task is not for the weak and as such we hand picked each of you to represent the best students we have.”

He paused and let go of the parchment and allowed Llewelyn to have it. Just before he turned away from the group he added, “You must not fail in this task.” He then turned slowly away from the group and walked up the steps to the podium once again.

“Let this season’s Trial of the Arcane begin!” he announced.

After what felt like an eternity the group slowly gathered around Llewelyn to read the parchment. Llewelyn had not even untied the bow that kept it closed. They all stared at each other for a moment, searching for each other’s souls. Finally Llewelyn quickly unrolled the parchment. As it unraveled a map came loose and fell toward the ground. Kreylyn quickly snatched it out of the air, flipped it over, and began to study it. As the others began to frantically read the objectives, Kreylyn let out a gasp. They all looked up quickly to see an expression of fear on Kreylyn’s face.

They would be heading into the far south, past the safety of the Elven lands and to the most southern coastline of Thestra. This is the area that was believed to be where the first attacks took place against the Vulmane. Their route was well mapped out and seemed to be drawn straight through the undead wastelands that were once the Vulmane’s home. It went east out of Leth Nurae and stopped at the Dwarven Capitol. Then it wound its way to the southern coast of Thestra. There were relatively safe camping spots labeled along the route. Most of which seemed to be far off any normal travel path. Kreylyn knew that this was a very dangerous path to take, even if it did avoid most the undead camps. This would be a dangerous Trial indeed.

“I don’t believe it.” Exclaimed Kreylyn. “How are we supposed to go here?” he said as he pointed to the end of the route listed on the map. “We know what has befallen those that have ventured that far south, or rather, we don’t know.”

“You did hear Master Aeinwein didn’t you?” asked Llewelyn. “He said we must not fail. This is serious.” “What do you think Master Dwarf?” she asked Aaldolur.

“I think we would not be sent to somewhere by the council just to be killed. They must have their reasons for sending us on such a daring adventure. I for one, think it is about time we have been given such a difficult task. We will all prove our worth to the council and to each other this season” said the Dwarf with authority.

“And what do you think Jarasis? You and your people left those lands for a good reason yes? Do you think it is folly to return?” asked Llewelyn of the Vulmane.

“I think, I think that if it is the task given to us then I will do as the map says. It is an honor to be sent on such a quest,” replied Jarasis.

Gilwin quickly put in,” I think it is suicide! To go that far south is not even safe for the most seasoned scouts of Leth Nurae. How do they expect us to survive?”

Eeomis cautiously stepped in and said,” Well, if this map is with us, then whoever made it has ventured there, scouted the area, and returned with this information. So it can’t be too dangerous.”

“The question I have is why send us and not a whole army, or even some seasoned scouts?” asked Kreylyn.

Llewelyn had been looking over the parchment as the others were asking questions.

“It looks as though a scout has found a strange crystal in the Deep South. He was spotted and was chased by some sort of undead troll for 3 days. He barely made it back to the safety of Bordinar’s Cleft. It says here that he also brought back some interesting artifacts: A key of some sort that was made of a metal that no mage here can identify. A dagger of an ancient lost culture that he obtained off of a strange beast is also listed. He is quoted as saying that the beast was not undead and it seemed to be able to communicate intelligently with other beasts of the same type.” She said as she read the parchment.

“What does it say about our objectives?” asked Kreylyn.

“We are to travel to Bordinar’s Cleft and seek out the Dwarven scout that made this map. We are to interview him to find out any information that will help us in our journey. Then we will head south to an abandoned Dwarven Outpost. It says that it has been severely damaged but should provide us with adequate cover if we choose to rest there. Then we follow the map south to an area where a great battle was fought between the Orcs and Dwarves. It is believed that the undead walked among these Orcs and fought beside them. It says that we should find many weapons and artifacts around this area. It also mentions that we should ignore any Orcish weapons and focus on items that none of us can identify with a known race. South and East of the battleground is an Orcish outpost that we should avoid at all costs. We should keep to the West of it and go around it and to the South. After we are clear of the outpost we head southwest for a few days, maybe 4 and arrive near the location that the crystal was found. We are to observe any beasts that would seem to be enemies and to more closely examine the crystal that the scout found.” stated Llewelyn in a lengthy speech. “It repeats that we should gather as many weapons and other meaningful artifacts from these creatures and the undead in this region and bring them back for study.” added Llewelyn.

“So were supposed to go into the most dangerous region of Thestra and scavenge for items? How is this supposed to test us?” asked Gilwin. “I mean, wouldn’t a scouting party do better in this type of situation?” he added.

As the group contemplated Gilwin’s question, Eeomis realized the reason.

“They want to know if we are ready to join the offensive fight against the undead. If we are ready for the true fight, versus a staged battle, then we will all come back alive. They want us to strike the enemy down where they originated. If we do not return, well then we are not ready. “he said.

“It does seem a bit overly dramatic when you put it like that Eeomis.” Llewelyn said in a condescending reply.

“If that is so, then why send us. Just one small group of apprentices rather than an army?” asked Gilwin. “Why not just mount a large offensive?” he added.

“Why does it matter Gilwin? Should we not just follow the map to our destination and do as we are told? The will of our Professors is to send us there and gather information, so we should oblige.” said Llewelyn. Then added,” You Herbalists are always testing the rules aren’t you? Always looking for the reasons for doing something. Just do as you’re told and everything will turn out ok. That’s what I always say.”

The group stood in silence again for a short while, looking at the map and glancing over the objectives. After they were done getting over the initial shock of recent events and the fact that they were being sent to certain doom, they all headed towards their horses and made the final preparations for departure. Eeomis made sure his staff was securely fastened in its boar hide sheath on the side of his horse. He never went on an adventure without it. Aaldolur double-checked that his mead and ale canisters were securely fashioned on the rear of his mount. Then he checked that his mace was secured to his belt. Llewelyn opened her sack and began counting her scripture books, making sure she had left no healing spell behind. Kreylyn was sure he was already to go and just hopped onto his steed. Jarasis preferred to walk but considering the distance and speed required of this journey he would be borrowing a horse from the University’s stable. He felt uneasy on mounts but knew that he could not carry all of his supplies and reagents for this quest on his own back. Gilwin was the last one to become ready. He rummaged through a box that had a large amount of miniature potions, all seemingly thrown into it hurriedly without any organization whatsoever. Llewelyn rolled her eyes when she saw the mess inside.

“Now that we’re all ready, shall we head for Bordinar’s Cleft?” asked Kreylyn. “I know the way fairly well”

“Yes, let’s head out” replied Llewelyn. “We should be able to reach the Halfway Inn just outside of the forest by nightfall if we keep on track.”

“An Inn?” asked Kreylyn. “I was hoping to sleep under the stars tonight, but if you insist I suppose I can do with a good nights sleep indoors. We may not have that luxury for a while” he added.

“At least we will be safe for a little while longer.” Eeomis whispered as he looked at the map and saw the rout lead them to Bordinar’s Cleft. The hospitality of the Dwarves and the great feasts in that city were well known to him and were a welcome memory. He remembered when Aaldolur had taken him to meet his father Remold in the Great Hall of Thromir in the Dwarven city. It was an amazing sight to see the towering pillars within the mountain.

Eeomis’ mind was set at ease again when he remembered Khala’s face from earlier that morning. Eeomis loved how the sight of her face always seemed to cheer him up. It was a memory that he would hold onto for the long journey ahead.

As the group mounted their horses and headed out for the Dwarven City the sun had reached the sky just overhead. It was warm and comforting. Something they were all savoring. They knew that they wouldn’t be able to enjoy it for much longer. They knew that the sun did not shine so brightly through the thick fog and murky air south of the Dwarven border. It was a thought they did not care to address for the time being.

~Chapter 2~

The Journey Begins

Eeomis began thinking of all his past Trials. None of them had led him so far south as this one. In fact, none had even led him more than a single day’s travel out of Leth Nurae. His mind was racing with questions about the objectives of this quest and he wondered if he would make it back to his home when it was done. He thought about what he saw that morning and wondered how, if at all, he played into it. His mind wandered from place to place thinking about the last year. Eeomis remembered casting fireball after fireball after fireball at a practice construct and thought about how much effort he had put into learning his spells this season. He thought about sitting in the study hall and how hard it was to learn his latest line of spells. Then he realized that he had not been paying much attention to the task at hand. He turned slightly on his mount and began rummaging around in his satchel. He eventually pulled out a small red book that was held closed by a thin brown cord. This was his latest spell book. He was not supposed to have these spells in his possession yet but he felt it was important to keep moving forward in his studies. Besides, it’s not like he was forbidden to look at them. Although he could not actually cast them, at least he could learn of their importance and commit their proper uses to memory.

“Do you ever stop?” asked Llewelyn “Studying and learning.” she added as she pointed at the book Eeomis was holding.

“No, not really.” replied Eeomis. “I don’t know why but I have an unquenchable thirst for knowledge. It never stops. After I had learned all of the spells in my main line I got bored. I began learning a secondary line and finished them as well. After that I was told that I would not get any new spells and that I should work on mastering the new spells that I had acquired. Lord Aeinwein was quite adamant about me mastering the spells of my season before I went on to the next. I understand why he said that now as those spells can be quite unpredictable. I have mastered them all now and I felt it was time to move on.”

“What did he say after you had mastered them Eeomis?” asked Llewellyn.

“Lord Aeinwein told me to ask Lord Gavin for a new book before this trial so I would be able to get a head start on my next line. He agreed with some hesitation and made me promise that I would not let this new book come in the way of this Trial.” replied Eeomis.

“He must really believe in you Eeomis. Most Masters are less willing to let their apprentices become too powerful, too fast. He must have recognized that you can handle the power.” said Llewellyn. “You chase knowledge and power because you are a wizard, or at least becoming a wizard is your calling. It is part of you. It is who you are to seek knowledge and power above all else is it not? As a wizard apprentice I mean? Just don’t let that get in the way of the rest of your life.” She added.

“I suppose so Llew, but there is something else, something deeper. Something that drives me. Something that I cannot explain. Maybe it is what I’ve been conditioned for my whole life or it may be something else. Something akin to your faith possibly. Elusive as to its reason or rational, yet always present in your mind.” said Eeomis.

“Possibly, though I do not know how anything can be as strong as faith. Though I suppose you can have faith in many things in this world, I would not guess one of them to be knowledge.” replied Llewellyn in a dry tone.

Eeomis shrugged it off as he knew that arguing with Llewellyn would be a useless endeavor. They continued down the road towards the Halfway Inn.

It was easily four hours past high noon and the sun was soon to settle beyond the Widow’s Veil Mountains. The company had been traveling nonstop for some time now without much talk. They were all thinking their own thoughts and didn’t seem to want to share them. As the group came over a hill Kreylyn came to a stop.

“There it is. A more welcome site than I thought it would be.” stated Kreylyn.

“Indeed.” agreed Aaldolur.

You could sense that they were beginning to feel a little fear about what they would behold south of the Dwarven Territory. The group continued down the hill to the stables that connected to the Halfway Inn. A stable boy took their horses and removed their packs and placed them aside.

“Ill takes them to your rooms if you wish” said the stable boy.

“Thank you much young boy.” replied Llewellyn.

The group walked around to the front of the Inn and entered the building. They were met with jovial laughter and boisterous talk from the many patrons. Few seemed to take notice their arrival. The barmaid made her way through the crowd to their position.

“What’ll ya be needin this eve youngens? A nice place to sleep? Some mead ‘n feed er what?” she asked.

“We shall need two rooms for the evening, one of them with a single bed and one with five beds. We will also need our horses ready and rested before dawn as we must get a head start on the morning.” replied Llewellyn. “We should also like some sustenance this eve, have you any roast chicken?” she added.

“Aye, head upstairs to the loft area. I think there be room for ya to sit ‘n eat up there. I’ll bring your supper and tend to your rooms. The stable boy have your things?” asked the barmaid.

“Aye.” replied Aaldolur.

“Good then, I’ll let him know where to store your things an yer horses’ll be ready fer the early morn.” she replied.

“Is breakfast served that early?” asked Kreylyn.

“Not usually but I’ll have something ready if yee be needin it.” replied the barmaid.

“We will Miss. Thank you.” Llewellyn replied.

The group headed through the crowd and up the stairs. They found there to be far more room upstairs and quickly found enough seating. As they sat down at the table they all seemed to relax. The day was done and it was time for feasting and good conversation.

“Well that was a fine start to the test don’t you all think?” asked Llewellyn.

“Aye, the easier the first part of this trek is the better, I say. We shouldn’t run into much trouble until we get beyond Bordinar’s Cleft I assume.” said Aaldolur.

“Have you any accommodations for us when we arrive in Bordinar’s Cleft Aaldolur?” asked Llewellyn.

“We should have no problems finding a place to stay when we reach my peoples new homeland milady.” Aaldolur said in reply. “My father knew that I would be partaking in this season’s trial and has made room for us if we should happen to venture there in our task. And as you all know that is our destination.”

“I hope we will have time to explore the city. You know I have never been there. I just haven’t had the time to make such a long travel.” said Llewellyn.

“We should make the time. It is a wonderful place, full of the Dwarven heritage and culture. It is a place rich with history. Indeed a scholar’s collection of knowledge.” interjected Eeomis.

The barmaid approached the group with a large platter. She set it down loudly on the end of the table and began placing small plates in front of each of the group members. She then quickly plopped down two large roast chickens in the middle of the table.

“Ill be back with yer drinks. What do ye want?” asked the barmaid.

“Ill have the best Dwarven brew ya have little lass.” exclaimed Aaldolur.

“I shall have some water, from the Hammerhome River if you have any?” asked Llewellyn.

“We do Miss. We got a feller that brings us a barrel or two a week. There seems to be a good call fer it here.” replied the barmaid.

“Splendid, make it a full carafe then!” exclaimed Llewellyn.

“Ill just have some red wine, any kind’l do I suppose.” stated Kreylyn.

“I will have some warm milk.” stated Jarasis.

“Make it two carafes of water from the Hammerhome please.” said Gilwen

“Good choice Gilwen.” said Llewellyn.

“And you, what’ll you be drinkin tonight?” asked the barmaid.

“I shall have some wine as well. Sweet and white please.” replied Eeomis.

“Be right back.” said the barmaid.

As the barmaid walked away and down the stairs the group began looking each other over silently.

“So who has the map?” asked Gilwin. “I’d like to take another look at it.”

“I do.” Eeomis said as he took it out of his belt pouch and handed it over.

“Yes, let us have another look.” said Llewellyn.

“I am still in awe that we are going here.” said Gilwin as he pointed at the X marked at the bottom of the map.

“It is a little overwhelming isn’t it” replied Llewellyn.

“Aye.” replied Gilwin.

“This chicken is the best I’ve had in a while.” said Aaldolur.

“Wait till you get the brew Aaldolur, it is just as good. I am surprised they have been able to replicate a Dwarven ale so well.” stated Kreylyn.

The barmaid appeared once more from the depths of the tavern and slammed down each of the group member’s drinks.

“Your packs are all in the single bed room. The poor stable lad forgot which pack was who’s so he just put’em all together. Hope that aint a problem.” she said bluntly.

“Nay, that matters little. Thank you for the drinks milady.” replied Aaldolur.

She turned and headed for the lower level of the Inn. Before the barmaid had set foot on the stairs though, Aaldolur finished his mug of ale, slammed it down and yelled,”Another over here milady!” The barmaid looked back shocked, nodded in his direction, then headed down the stairs.

“It is good. Reminds me of home in fact. I am surprised indeed Kreylyn.” Stated the Dwarf.

“Take it easy Dwarf. We don’t want you straggling behind tomorrow. I know your tolerance is high but you should be top notch from here on out.” said Eeomis.

“Aye, you’re right Eeomis. I shall limit myself this eve.” he said in reply.

Eeomis noticed Gilwin and Llewellyn were whispering to each other while pointing to spots on the map. They seemed to be half arguing, half problem solving with the each other.

“What’s up?” asked Eeomis.

Llewellyn looked up from the map and acknowledged Eeomis.

“We were discussing the best rout after we leave Bordinar’s Cleft. I say we should follow the directions already given to us as a guide but wait to determine a final rout until we speak with the Dwarven scout.” stated Llewellyn.

“I think we should avoid this area here totally but I concur that we should reserve our final decision on a rout until we speak with the scout.” replied Gilwin.

“Sounds like a good plan. Speaking with the scout first that is.” added Kreylyn.

“I bet he will have some good advice for avoiding much of the danger in this mission. Not that you wouldn’t be able to do so.” said Eeomis as he looked at Kreylyn. “But it would help you as far as planning our rout around the known dangerous areas, right”

“It will indeed Eeomis. It makes it so much easier when I can get a good glimpse of what is ahead, even before I get there. It should save us much time and effort. In fact I would like to question the scout myself. Not only will it help this group but it will be a great opportunity for me to learn from one of the seasoned scouts above me.” Kreylyn excitedly replied.

“Good idea Kreylyn but I am sure we all have questions to ask him.” Llewellyn said in jest.

“Oh, I did not mean to infer…”started Kreylyn.

“It’s ok Krey. I know what you meant. I wouldn’t pass up an opportunity like that either.” Llewellyn replied.

After the discussion everyone began to eat hardily until there was nothing left on the platters but chicken bones. Their mugs were empty and their eyes were sagging with sleep. The Inn was still quite loud but everyone in the group was ready for a good nights sleep, despite the noise.

“Well, I think I am going to retire for the evening.” said Eeomis in a sarcastically pompous tone.

“I am with you.” replied Kreylyn.

Everyone around the table nodded in agreement as they all slowly stood up and marched towards the stairs. They turned up the stairway and headed to their sleeping quarters for the night. The first room they came to just happened to be Llewellyn’s and she quickly stepped in and vanished into the darkness. The others stumbled into a small room overrun with beds. They grumbled at the lack of space but were in no mood to haggle with the barmaid about getting an extra room for the night. Sleep came easy for all of them as the tavern roared on into the night.

~Chapter 3~

The Other Road

As Khala looked over the list before her, she felt concern growing in her heart. The only thing she noticed about her group was that Eeomis was not going to be in it. This worried her immensely. She frantically looked around for Eeomis. He was staring at the ground in a daze. She thought that he looked worried but he then suddenly looked up again and starred directly at Lord Aeinwein. She was about to get Eeomis’ attention but an apprentice Khala did not recognize met him before she had a chance. Eeomis did not seem to recognize him either but Khala thought it would be impolite to interject, so she stood there in silence waiting for him to acknowledge her.

As she stared through the crowd at Eeomis she knew that she felt more than a lifelong friendship with him. She knew that she loved him.

“I guess I’ll have to repay you next season Khala” said Eeomis.

Khala remembered only stuttering something in agreement. Then he was gone, lost in the crowd of students.

“Khala!” a voice called out. “Khala!” was yelled again. “Did someone cast a silence spell on me or what? KHALA!” said the voice in an irritated tone.

Khala looked around frenziedly as if she had been caught stealing from the alms bowl.

“What?” she asked.

“Come on, the rest of the group is over here” said Yizaru as she pointed towards the back of the crowd.

“Hail Khala, good to see you. It has been a long time” said a familiar face. “Rhashana!” shouted Khala with enthusiasm. “How are you?” she asked

“Good, good. I’ve been away at the Sages Library for some time studying drakes, dragons, and Troglodytes” she replied. “Interesting stuff, if you’re interested” she added with a smile.

“Of course I am, but first things first. Are you in my group?” asked Khala

“Yes.” she said.

“As am I Khala.” added Kazter.

“And I. Hello again Khala.” said Begley

“Hello everyone, where is the scroll? Can I see it?” she asked as she looked at her group mates.

“Here you go Khala. Not much to this one it seems, but I feel that it will still be an interesting test.” Kazter said in a confident tone.

As Khala looked over the group’s parchment she found her mind wandering. She wondered where Eeomis was going and if he would be out of harm's way. She was worried very about his safety. He was a powerful apprentice of his level but she knew his weaknesses. She had a bad feeling that this time those weaknesses were going to be tested. And there was nothing she could do to help.

She skimmed down to the group member names. She recognized all of them but one; Begley, Kazterphon, Khnemu, Rhashana, and Yizaru. She had no idea whom Khnemu was but hoped that he was up to the task of being in her group.

“Not much too it? Did you say not much too it?” asked Rhashana in an irritated tone.

“I was being sarcastic.” stated Kazter.

“Well that figures Kaz, but seriously, this should be a very trying task on all of us.” said Rhashana with authority. “I hope all of you have studied as hard as I have in the past season. Otherwise we may not find ourselves coming back.”

“Don’t worry Rhashana, I’ve actually been studying some new martial skills this year, so incase we come into some melee combat I can cover us.” said Begley with a smile. “So, what is it that we are supposed to do this round?”

Rhashana grabbed for the scroll that Khala was now holding.

“Hand it over Khala, I’ll get us started if you don’t mind.” Rhashana stated bluntly.

Khala handed the scroll to Rhashana and she began to read it aloud.

“The group that has received this scroll should read the following text very carefully and seek out an appropriate councilor for any clarification on the subject matter. This season your group will partake in quite a long quest. Its main objective is to ascertain the whereabouts of a certain scout that has gone missing. The scout’s name is Tildayen. He was sent on a mission to survey an area close to Falgarholm. He was in search of a certain ancient tomb. Its whereabouts are thought to have been lost during the chaos that occurred during the evacuation of Targonor, but new research has given us an indication that it should be somewhere in the plains that lie to the southeast of Falgarholm. Tildayen was supposed to have returned by the last full moon. He has not yet returned or sent word of his whereabouts or condition. A secondary, yet just as important, objective is to find the ancient tomb itself. A third and optional objective is to enter the tomb and seek the artifact and knowledge that Tildayen was sent to retrieve. If you are unable to find any new information about Tildayen then you must enter the tomb and search its interior for him or his remains. All of the information he was given is entrusted to Captain Mongalor in Fagarholm. He will give you this information upon your arrival and any updates he has received in the past few weeks. The Captain will also give you any aid you may require. Lodging has been arranged for you at the Amber Ale Inn on the south side of Falgarholm.”

“Ok, so it’s a search and rescue mission. We can handle that.” said Kazter with confidence.

“I know the road to Falgarholm fairly well. We should have no problem getting there by week’s end.” stated Begley.

“Does everyone have their packs in order and horses ready? If so I would like to get some traveling done today if at all possible.” said Rhashana.

“I think we may want to brows the library and seek any information we can about this tomb. You never know what will be helpful.” suggested Khala.

“Good idea.” added Yizaru. “Ill head there now, anyone that wants to help should come with me. If you don’t make sure everyone else’s packs are ready so we can head out after our research is done.”

“Sounds good Yizaru, Ill get our packs ready and have lunch ready by your return. No one should travel on an empty stomach!” said Begley.

Yizaru, Khala, Rhashana, and Kazter all set out for the Great Library up the road. Begley and Khnemu stayed behind and began making final preparations for the journey. After all the horses were fed, the packs were checked and tightened, and everything looked in order, Begley headed to the local tavern to get everyone lunch. Khnemu stayed with the horses as he did not like taverns in the least bit.

As Begley entered the tavern he could smell the filth that was present. He did not expect such a stench from a tavern within the Elven realm. As he looked around, he did not notice a single Elf among the patrons and assumed that this had something to do with it. Begley made his way through the drunken patrons to the bar counter.

“I need six bladders of milk, cow milk, and seven roast turkey legs Miss.” said Begley to the barkeep.

“That’ll be 1 gold and six silver young warrior.” replied the barkeep.

“Deal.” said Begley as he tossed his money on the counter.

“Shouldn’t take me long to get em ready for ya.” said the barkeep as she headed towards the oven.

As Begley waited for the lunches he perceived that someone was walking towards him ready to attack. Just as the attacker swung his great sword down at him, Begley pushed off from the bar and spun around the attacker. As the attacker’s sword embedded itself into the bar counter Begley swiftly drew his dagger and put it to his attacker’s throat. At the same time he reached around with his left hand and gripped him around the chest.

“Hello there sir, what may I ask did you think to accomplish by smashing up this here barkeeps tavern?” he asked of the attacker.

“Didn’t mean no harm to the tavern Miss.” said the attacker to the barkeep. “My quarrel is with this here fella.”

“Well then, looks like you failed twice at once!” said the barkeep. “It’ll cost ya three gold for my counter, and another three for me not reporting it to the militia, but it looks like you’ll pay with your life for the other mistake.”

Begley slowly reached for the attacker’s purse. He found it on his belt and loosened its bow, took it off, and threw it to the barkeep.

“Keep any extra Miss, probably wont need it where he is going.” stated Begley.

Begley turned the assailant towards the door and began to escort him out of the tavern.

“Ill be right back for those lunches Miss so get em ready.” said Begley as he left the building.

As Begley came outside he pushed the attacker to the side of the building. When they got to the relative seclusion of the alleyway he quickly spun the man around and pushed him up against the wall of the tavern. The man’s face was covered with a cloth mask and his head was covered with a hood.

“I don’t think we’ve been introduced Sir. My name is Begley. What the hell were you trying to do in there and why the hell were you trying to do it.” said Begley as he pressed his dagger hard against the man’s throat.

“You cheated me last night Begley and you will pay for it now!” said the man in a callus tone.

“That is an interesting point of view coming from a man that has a dagger to his throat.” Begley stated quite bluntly. “And how did I cheat you last night?”

“You cheated at the card table last night I know it. You somehow had the perfect hand too many times. You must have cheated to win all that money!” cried the man. “But that doesn’t matter now because I am going to get every cent back!”

“How do you intend on doing that?” asked Begley.

“Ill show you.” said a voice from behind Begley.

Begley froze as he suddenly realized that four men were behind him. They were hiding in the shadows of the adjacent building. He heard their swords being drawn and realized that he was in dire danger. He loosened the grip on his attacker and tried to quickly assess the situation. He knew that he was probably no match for the five of them but if he could get each of them in a one on one fight he would probably survive. But how would he do this?

Just then he was grabbed on either arm by two of the men. Then another put his arm around his neck and tightened his grip. He knew he was totally exposed and death or at least a good deal of pain was headed his way.

“So then, where is my money?” asked the first attacker.

“I didn’t cheat, I was just lucky. Hell, I lost 20 gold before I won a single silver last night for crying out loud.” said Begley.

“Well that doesn’t matter. I want it for me and my crew here, and you’re going to give it to us.” he said in reply.

The first attacker began the beating with a swift punch to the chin on Begley. It didn’t hurt him as much as he though it would. The attacker then began kicking and punching Begley’s midsection alternating fist and foot. Stopping now and then to ask where his money was. After what seemed like an eternity Begley heard a familiar voice.

“You guys should stop that.” said the voice.

“Mind your own business unless you want the same beating fella!” said one of the attackers.

“I don’t think so……fella. I will warn you once more to stop.” said the voice.

Begley could make out that the voice was Khnemu’s and that he had come to his aid. The attackers dropped Begley to the ground and began cautiously walking towards the person that was interfering. As they approached they noticed the man was wearing the garb of a Druid and carried a single long blade at his side. He was relaxing against the side of the tavern as they approached, one leg bent back against the wall and his arms were crossed over his chest.

“Thank you for stopping. I would have really hated for this to get ugly.” the voice calmly stated.

“We stopped so we could put you in the same state.” said one of the attackers. “But don’t worry, we’ll get back to him in a minute.”

“Is that so?” asked the voice.

Khnemu cast a quick spell and the attackers stopped in their tracks. He cast a second and Begley noticed that he felt quite a bit better and that his mouth had stopped bleeding. He no longer felt pain in his stomach or his face. He lifted himself up off the ground. Begley looked down the alley to check out the current situation. The five attackers were between him and Khnemu and had their swords drawn. They had stopped their approach and seemed startled as they were looking at each other and the ground franticly trying to move their legs.

“Ready to put me into the same state now fellas?” asked Khnemu.

“What the hell is this?” asked one of the attackers. “I cant move!”

Begley realized that they had been rooted where they stood and they were quite helpless in their current state. He walked through them towards Khnemu.

“Nice work and thanks Khnemu.” said Begley.

“No problem Begley.” Khnemu said in reply. “So what now fellas?”

“Umm you can keep the money.” replied one of the attackers rather quickly.

“Are you sure about that?” asked Begley.

“Yeah no problem. No harm no foul right.” said the attacker.

“Learn to play cards before you see me again. Otherwise don’t sit at my table. Do you understand?” asked Begley.

“Yeah, yeah I get it just let us go!” said the attacker.

“It will wear off in time. I promise.” said Khnemu. “Let’s go get that lunch Begley, I’m starved.”

“Sounds good Khnemu” Begley said in reply.

“So what was that about?” asked Khnemu.

“Just some bad gamblers I guess. I took a lot of money last night. It could have been any of them.” Begley said in reply.

Begley and Khnemu started around the corner to the tavern entrance. As Khnemu rounded the corner Begley turned back quickly, ran at the first attacker and drop kicked him right in the chest. He got up off the ground and ran around the corner to catch up with Khnemu. Khnemu kept walking towards their horses and Begley went inside to get their lunches. As Khnemu arrived at the horses he saw the others returning from their research.

“That was quick.” said Khnemu.

“Aye. There was virtually nothing to search for Khnemu.” said Kazter.

“We were only able to locate a single reference in the whole Library. Granted we had Derrof the Librarian help us. Apparently it is the tomb of an ancient hero. He was a human cleric that had unimaginable power. He is most well known for a battle against an army of undead Orc raised by an ancient lich. It occurred far before the undead horde that we know of came to Thestra. He defeated the lich and the army fell but gave his life in the process.” said Rhashana.

“Pretty obvious why we are heading there now isn’t it Khnemu.” added Khala.

“Aye.” He said.

“So where is Begley?” asked Rhashana.

“I’m here. Just getting lunch as promised” said Begley as he rounded the corner with full arms.

“Lets eat.” said Kazter.

The group all gathered at a small table outside the tavern and began their meal, silently eating and thinking about what was ahead of them on this task.

“So, any clue who this Tildayen guy is?” asked Begley.

“I met him once a long time ago. I was visiting Alianna in her weapon shop and he was there. Alianna introduced us and we spoke briefly.” said Rhashana. “He seemed quite nice and Alianna said that he was one of the greatest trackers she had ever known.”

“That worries me.” replied Kazter. “If something got the drop on him I would rather not run into it. If you know what I mean.”

“Indeed.” Khnemu simply replied.

“I am hoping that he is still exploring the interior of the tomb or came upon something of great importance and is just not ready to leave yet.” said Khala.

“Although I hope that nothing has befallen this scout, I do hope that it is not that easy for us Khala.” replied Rhashana.

“True, that would be a let down in my opinion. Not even a test really. More like one of those messenger tasks that we have all been sent on as new apprentices. They just take up your time.” added Yizaru.

“Good point.” replied Khala. “God, I hated those tasks.”

“Well, shall we get started? It’s just past midday and if we leave soon we could camp on the edge of the forest this evening. It’s the best cover for a camp for quite some time.” said Begley.

“That sounds like a good plan, lets head out.” replied Yizaru.

With that the group stood up from lunch and headed towards their horses. They all did a quick check on all of their packs and horses then mounted up. They were ready to begin their task. They started out heading north on a path through the forest that surrounded Leth Nurae. It took them over the river and then headed west. They stopped by the river and filled their canteens and bladders for the two or three day’s travel that it would take for them to reach another freshwater source. After crossing the river they headed east along the path towards the forest border. They reached their camp spot by dusk and by nightfall had a warm fire and dinner prepared.

“Well this isn’t such a bad start for this years Trial eh?” asked Begley.

“Not bad at all Begley.” replied Rhashana. “I just hope that this isn’t a fruitless effort. It is a long trip to Falgarholm and I would hate to get there and find that Tildayen has finished what he was sent to do.

“I agree Rhashana but I do hope that he is ok.” added Yizaru.

“Has anyone else been looking at the map?” asked Kazter. “Do any places look like a logical spot for a tomb to be placed?

“Honestly I haven’t thought about it yet Kaz. I will wait until we get the information from Captain Mongalor. He should shed some light on where Tildayen went and where he should or could be. As for the tomb itself I don’t know.” stated Rhashana.

“I think it may actually lie in this area here.” said Kazter as he pointed to a place on the map.

“Why there Kazter?” asked Yizaru.

“Well, usually tombs are built underground. Most of the time, unless Dwarves are involved, this means that the soil needs to be soft. This region here should have soft soil throughout. Also it is relatively far away from the Vulmane homeland and at the time they were at war with the Elves and Humans. I doubt it would be this far south.” Said Kazter as he moved his finger towards the forest border south of Falgarholm. “Giants are not mentioned anywhere in the text we have read so far so I am guessing that it is not up here in the northern region either. In that bitter cold climate it would defiantly take the help of the giants to build any kind of a tomb.”

“You make some good points Kazter.” said Khnemu in reply.

“Very good points Kaz. I hadn’t thought that far ahead yet.” said Rhashana.

“The information the Captain has should shed a bit more light on the subject but I think your points have validity Kazter.” said Begley. “But for now I think I want some sleep. We should get up rather early tomorrow so we can cross the prairie during the daylight. Then sleep at the foot of the mountain. That will be the most difficult leg of this trip. Those hills hold many Kobold Clans. Anyhow, good night everyone.”

After wishing each other a good night’s sleep the group got comfortable in their sleeping packs and watched the stars gleam in the clear cloudless night. The fire glowed softly against the forest wall beside them and the night bugs began their soft symphony. Khala fell to sleep last as her thoughts of Eeomis kept her awake for some time. She eventually closed her eyes and let the dreamworld take her thoughts.