After saying my farewells and well wishes to the people of Silver Landing, I headed to the east to Sanctum Watch to speak to one Maris Telluria. I hope she had some good news for me and could shed some light on the recent activity of the Aelfwar. I'd also been hearing rumors in the wood about the uprising of those vexed Fae and wondered, not for the first time, how they were involved in this situation. If the Fae had aligned with House Aelfwar we were in trouble for sure.Along the road I encountered more of those troublesome red Life vines and saw the damage they were doing to the local forest. The Plane of Life had definitely left its mark in my Silverwood. Every now and than, out of the corner of my eye, I'd catch a flash of movement, or a splash of color that didn't quite fit with the greens of the wood and I knew that the Aelfwar were out there, infiltrating the ranks of the Guardians and getting into position. For what, I wasn't sure, but I knew it had to be something big for them to mobilize on this scale. Overwatch Road itself, though, proved to be quite safe thankfully. I saw many a traveler as I made my way to Sanctum Watch. Pilgrims, merchants, adventurers and I'm even sure I saw another Ascended. Although the young Dwarf woman was riding a mighty steed and traveling at such high speeds that I could no more than glance at her in pride as she raced by. Someday I wish to be such a magnificent personage. To be an Ascended of such renown that others would know my name in the cities, would gaze in wonder at my strength and agility. And my friends would drink to my health...and that reminded me of my mentor, lost, possibly slain, and my wistful thoughts sank. I loved my master, I did. I miss him every day and until I found proof of his demise, I wouldn't give up hope.
Ahead, Sanctum Watch came into sight. Sanctum itself, that radiant and glowing city of faith and hope, stood like a bastion against all evil across the shining bridge. I'd seen Sanctum many times of course but had never had reason to enter its shining gates. I'd always been more of a forest dweller, more comfortable among the local wildlife than among the bustle and noise of the cities. But now, I felt drawn to it. The city stood for so much more now, being the home and base of operations for the newly created order of the Guardians. The order I was now a key part of. I wondered idly if I'd find Cyril or Shyla there, my old comrades from before the Prophecy message. I hope they were well. Perhaps when this task was over I'd go visit them and take a tour of peaceful Sanctum. Yes, I'd like that very much now that I thought about it.
A beautiful, wooden fence ushered me along the path toward Sanctum Watch, where I found a small group of mixed races standing around a giant Wardstone discussing something in depth. Large elaborate tents stood picketed behind the group of people and there were even a few merchants setting up shop in the predawn light. In front of one tent, an older woman led a small group of pilgrims in song, the lilting tone drifting along the breeze. Just the sight relaxed me in a way that I hadn't been in some time and I found myself quirking a smile, eagerly approaching the group. Large leafy trees made for a scenic background to the holy site.
"Are you an Ascended too? Please, bless me!" Startled, I slowed to a stop. A woman in a hooded robe was gazing at me from the side of the road with awe and admiration. I blinked, a bit hesitant. While I would consider myself to have had a hand in the stopping in the Shade and preventing Regulos from entering Telara completely, I wouldn't say I was comfortable going around blessing people like a Messenger of the Vigil or a Priestess would do.
"Uh....perhaps it would be best if you, uh, instead joined the prayers at the altar of the Vigil, or approached Shyla Starhearth for a blessing? That would be more appropriate." I said this in a gentle voice with as kind a smile as I could muster, not wanting to offend the woman, who might have travelled who knows how long just for a blessing. Some pilgrims traveled farther for less after all. But I also wasn't comfortable giving out blessings. I wholeheartedly believed in and followed the Vigil of course. They were my light, the gods I would lay down my life to serve, but I didn't think it was my right to be offering something in their stead. I firmly believe in choice and free will. Besides, I wasn't the prayer-giving type. The woman's shoulders slumped and she looked crest-fallen, making me feel somewhat guilty, but I stood firm and she nodded, before murmuring a thanks and continuing on her way to the city.
Turning back toward the small group at Sanctum Watch, I was again hailed, this time by a tall Elf in blue robes etched with runes.
"I greet you, Raeslyn the Ascended, with an open heart. I sense you are a Guardian of the same mind as my own on the challenges we face." Again I blinked, a bit unsure. That was a rather flowery greeting, something I wasn't used to. Social interaction isn't exactly my forte, having spent so long alone in the wilds. I offered the Elf woman a half smile and a slight bow of the head, hoping that would suffice. She continued to gaze at me with soft, liquid-green eyes and I shifted to glance at the others, feeling a bit annoyed that she was making me self-conscious.
"I greet you as well lady Elf. Maris Telluria I presume? I have urgent matters I wish to discuss with you." I said simply, growing impatient with the formal speech. The woman, Maris, tilted her head to the side and studied me silently a moment, before nodding and stepping away from the group. I reached into my bag and took out the written seal that Isilwyn had given me.
I held out the letter. There was a moment of awkward silence, at least on my end, as she opened the seal and read it. Her face became drawn as she finished and she closed it, eyes suddenly older than before. "This is the seal of Isilwyn Alrai! It's been a very long time since we have heard from him. I can see that it's for good reason he decided to reach out to us now. Thank you for bringing this evidence of corruption to light Raeslyn."
I nodded. Of course I already knew about the evidence and the contents of the note. No, I didn't snoop into it; Isilwyn told me what it said before handing it to me. At least someone trusted a Rogue.
"I would ask a favor of you, Raeslyn Ascended, while you are here." I gazed at her, than shrugged and nodded. Anything to help return Silverwood to the way it was and cleanse the taint of the Plane of Life from its trees. I'd also like to make up for the guilt I felt at having suddenly abandoned my friends and comrades upon defeating the Shade of Regulos back on Thedeor Field.
"Of course, Lady Telluria. That's why I'm here, to lend my Ascended strength to the Guardians wherever needed." I replied, curious.
"When the High Elf ruling council moved to Sanctum and ignored Prince Hylas's pleas to leave the other races to their fates, he may have felt slighted, but his behavior in Treant's Grove is appalling. The forest might be able to guide our response to his actions and help us on a course of action. Go to Treant's Grove yourself, Raeslyn and assess the situation. Speak to the Spirit Guide if you can find her and find out what her suggestions are for dealing with Prince Hylas." While I wasn't exactly sure what had happened in Treant's Grove, I knew that if House Aelfwar was involved that it couldn't be anything good. I did ask for some time to prepare for another journey though, since I needed to replenish my supplies and get some rest. I may be Ascended and fit from years of training under my master, but all the activity I'd undergone recently was exhausting. Maris gave a bell-like laugh at my request. "Of course you may rest up, Ascended! Anything you require, you have only to ask for."
"I greet you as well lady Elf. Maris Telluria I presume? I have urgent matters I wish to discuss with you." I said simply, growing impatient with the formal speech. The woman, Maris, tilted her head to the side and studied me silently a moment, before nodding and stepping away from the group. I reached into my bag and took out the written seal that Isilwyn had given me.
I held out the letter. There was a moment of awkward silence, at least on my end, as she opened the seal and read it. Her face became drawn as she finished and she closed it, eyes suddenly older than before. "This is the seal of Isilwyn Alrai! It's been a very long time since we have heard from him. I can see that it's for good reason he decided to reach out to us now. Thank you for bringing this evidence of corruption to light Raeslyn."
I nodded. Of course I already knew about the evidence and the contents of the note. No, I didn't snoop into it; Isilwyn told me what it said before handing it to me. At least someone trusted a Rogue.
"I would ask a favor of you, Raeslyn Ascended, while you are here." I gazed at her, than shrugged and nodded. Anything to help return Silverwood to the way it was and cleanse the taint of the Plane of Life from its trees. I'd also like to make up for the guilt I felt at having suddenly abandoned my friends and comrades upon defeating the Shade of Regulos back on Thedeor Field.
"Of course, Lady Telluria. That's why I'm here, to lend my Ascended strength to the Guardians wherever needed." I replied, curious.
"When the High Elf ruling council moved to Sanctum and ignored Prince Hylas's pleas to leave the other races to their fates, he may have felt slighted, but his behavior in Treant's Grove is appalling. The forest might be able to guide our response to his actions and help us on a course of action. Go to Treant's Grove yourself, Raeslyn and assess the situation. Speak to the Spirit Guide if you can find her and find out what her suggestions are for dealing with Prince Hylas." While I wasn't exactly sure what had happened in Treant's Grove, I knew that if House Aelfwar was involved that it couldn't be anything good. I did ask for some time to prepare for another journey though, since I needed to replenish my supplies and get some rest. I may be Ascended and fit from years of training under my master, but all the activity I'd undergone recently was exhausting. Maris gave a bell-like laugh at my request. "Of course you may rest up, Ascended! Anything you require, you have only to ask for."
"Sanctum is the home of the Guardians. My home. A sacred place where the voices of the Vigil are heard the clearest. And that is why I am here. My duty is to guard the bridge and take measure of House Aelfwar's recent activities in Silverwood." I waved my hand, encouraging her to go on. Despite my joy of combat, I did love information as well and I was fascinated in hearing about the recent troubles with the Aelfwar, my wayward kin. "Hylas Aelfwar and his cult have gone too far now. He sent his scouts throughout the forest, raising up treant minions to further his sinister ends. It is our duty as Guardians to uncover his schemes and punish him for his transgressions." I wondered what Shyla thought of that. Of course everyone had heard of the legendary love affair between Shyla and Hylas. Theirs was a love that everyone envied. It had seemed promised to last the ages; every bard had sang about it. I continued to listen as Maris spoke.
"Our scouts also report that faeries have occupied Wayward Thicket. These minions of the dragon Greenscale seek to let the wilderness consume all civilization. They act against the gods and we must stop them before the corruption grows beyond our control." Maris raised a fist at the last comment and her eyes seemed to burn with an inner light that made me wonder if perhaps she'd run afoul of some faeries before. I was about to ask when a young Elf male in muted brown robes cleared his throat and walked up to us.
"My apologies, but I couldn't help but overhear you mention the faeries." He spoke very quietly and seemed quite shy, which was amusing. I raised an eyebrow at Maris, who waved a hand in the male's direction. "This is Ramis Twistroot. He is our local Faerie expert." I made a noncommittal noise and politely fixed my gaze on Ramis, mildly curious to see what he had to say. A Faerie expert? Perhaps he'd have something relevant to add to my mission.
Ramis cleared his throat, looking uneasy to have found himself an actual audience, Ascended at that. "Well...House Aelfwar dominates much of Silverwood, as we know, yet we haven't seen them attack any of the Faefolk of Wayward Thicket, as we've seen them attack other invaders as well as our own scouts. They have fiercely defended their territory with great fervor, yet seem almost to ignore the Faeries. I've yet to get close enough to find out why this is. I fear the Aelfwar have made a pact with the Faeries, but I would like solid evidence of this first. If you could...Ascended?" He looked at me with pleading, eager eyes. Ugh, scholars. Wanting as much information as they could get, but unwilling to put in the effort and risk to get it. I sighed.
"Sure," I found myself saying. "What is it you need?" Ramis's face lit up like it was Fae Yule and he eagerly scrabbled in his belt pouch for parchment. After several silent moments while I watched him scribble down a list, he thrust the parchment at me with heartfelt thank yous.
"Now, don't get your hopes up. I don't promise anything, just that I'll take a look around and see if I can get anything that would help in your investigation. And Maris, I'll try my best to find out what the Aelfwar and the Faeries are up to."
After I'd discussed a few more details with Maris and Ramis, I wandered around the rest of Sanctum Watch. I found a cheerful merchant by the name of Tomen Porras who gladly traded in a few trinkets from my travels for fresh water, food, and knives. Finally, I'd run out of tasks to complete and I couldn't think of any other reason to delay my next task. Other than I was feeling a bit wrung out from all the constant running around. I'd been so focused and driven since my resurrection that I'd hardly had any time to slow down and think. To decide on what I wanted to do, wanted to accomplish. To find my lost mentor, or enjoy just being alive. So I paused, glancing between the ever-lightening woods and the shining city over the arched bridge. I warred with myself over what I should do. On the one hand, I really needed to find out what those dratted Fae were up to and I'd love nothing more than put a stop to Prince Hylas and get my revenge for his betrayal of our people. But on the other hand, I didn't want my entire life to be consumed with a vendetta and with carnage and combat. I wanted more to my life than just helping random strangers and making the world a safer place. I wanted to do things for myself as well. I had notions of taking up studies again, whether on my own or back at the college in Argent Glade. I had the urge to go explore all the great wild places of Telara. There was still so much of this magnificent world that I hadn't seen. That no one had seen. Why shouldn't I be allowed to enjoy the works of the Vigil. A gentle warmth inside my mind reminded me of my duties to the Guardians and I swallowed, feeling torn. I placed my hands on my hips and fingered my daggers. The Aelfwar have been up to their shenanigans for some time now, I'd gathered from the sentries and outposts set up around Silverwood. They had yet to make their move, and I'm sure if they did, I'd hear about it one way or another. And of course I'd step in to lend aid if needed. And the Fae also seemed to be setting shop in Wayward Thicket for the long haul. So if I nipped off to Sanctum for some much needed rest and relaxation, the world shouldn't come to an abrupt and fiery end, right? Okay, so I was just coming up with excuses to make myself feel better. In a way, I did feel like I was abandoning my duty. But no one had specifically told me that I had to put my duty above all else, and I had my own desires and will as well. And it wasn't like I was forsaking anyone. As soon as I'd gotten my eyeful of the fabled Sanctum city, I'd be back out there, righting the wrongs of the world and putting an end to sinister evil foes. I just needed some time to myself. To think, to consider the future.
"My name is Rhamm Dragonbane. I am the defender of Sanctum. I've not seen you before, let me look into your eyes." I blinked, taken aback. Well he's certainly a forward one. I swallowed the sarcastic remark I had on the tip of my tongue and gazed at him. For a Mathosian, he was tall, much taller than I was actually. "Yes, you are an Ascendant. I meant no offense, but the dragons try to send the possessed or the corrupt into the city. The Vigil have charged me with guarding the bridge to Sanctum until the final battle with the dragons. You will have a different path. Lila Medows helps those newly returned to Telara find their way. If you wish, seek her out for guidance. She can be found in Tavril's Plaza." I blinked again. Well at least Sanctum was well protected. I guess. Still, his behavior rather annoyed me slightly. Being chosen of the gods, surely I warranted more respect! I sighed gustily.
"My thanks for the words, good sir. May the Vigil protect you." The words came out a little more biting than I had intended and he gave me a hard look, as if to reprove me. I scoffed. Not even the tutors and professors at the college could get me to behave. I walked around the large man and continued across the bridge, openly admiring the view. And it was a splendid view to be sure. From here I could see across the shining expanse of water to distant lands. To the right I could even make out the shore of Freemarch, where those heretical Defiant were said to reside. I could hear the sound of sea birds calling along the cliffs and could smell the salt of the water. A cool breeze played with my unbound hair and a smile made its way to my lips. It felt so good to be alive. To be enjoying this moment. Contentment filtered through my consciousness from the other souls. Up ahead, the bridge alighted onto the island that Sanctum had been built on. A magnificent statue rose up directly ahead. It depicted two winged woman, swords raised, facing each other across a glowing white crystal that was as tall as I was. It floated between the two lifelike statues, no doubt supported by the Vigil-blessed sourcestone or some other holy energy. Pride for the Guardians swelled up inside and a laugh burst forth from me. A joyous, carefree laugh. Something I hadn't done in what seemed like forever. For just this moment, I felt at peace. Nothing could worry me. Elegant stone steps led up to the base of the statue and I stopped there, gazing at it as emotion ruled me. A gentle cough to the side drew my attention and I casually turned from the statue to see a tall, blue-robed High Elf. She smiled at me softly. Everything about her was delicate and beautiful. I found myself envious.
"Greetings, Ascended." She said formally, inclining her head at me. I nodded back with a big smile on my lips. I was actually getting used to being called Ascended now. "Hello esteemed lady." I said, just as formally. Hey, I had manners when I wanted to use them.
"Tavril Plaza is the entrance to Sanctum, the holy city of the Vigil. Tavril is the land and so we celebrate the joy, beauty and bounty that the land provides us. The elemental invasions have scarred the land of Telara, changing the nature of it and making it more hospitable to the alien demons than to the natural creatures that depend on it. But Tavril is resilient and with the help of the Guardians like yourself, she can survive and prosper in this time of trouble." I eyed the woman askance.
"Lila Medows, perhaps?" I asked rhetorically, for I was sure this had to be the woman that Rhamm Dragonbane mentioned to me. She nodded, giving a bell-like laugh.
"Indeed, I am Lila Medows, an Abbess of Tavril. And you are an Ascended, returned to us! Praise the Vigil that they have sent us a Rogue to do great deeds for their cause. What is your name, dear one?" The words were so flowery and formal that I had to guess she said that to all the Ascended that first travelled to Sanctum. Of course that didn't stop me from feeling a bit uncomfortable under her knowing gaze. I guess it's kind of obvious that I'm a Rogue, what with my plethora of daggers, leather tunic and trousers and silent ways. I winked at her. 
done while in the city.
I stopped by a small grassy space where a Shaman of Thedeor was giving an impassioned speech to a group of youngsters on the benefits of joining the Guardians. A short, bearded male dwarf stood gazing longingly to the west. He entreated passersby to lend aid to his homeland in Moonshade Highlands. A woman I recognized, Cardinal Gladewillow, the secretary of Economy, stood talking to a man in an abbot's uniform. I wondered if this was one of the abbots that Lila Medows had mentioned. Not wanting a repeat of a cheering crowed, I avoided the two. I slowly wandered around the city, inspecting the wares that merchants had for sale, admiring the weapons the smithy was working on and watching the sparring going on by the fighter's barracks. Beyond that, I found the stable grounds. I wandered around looking at the fine animals they had for sale. Most were much too pricey for me but one mare did catch my eye. She looked nearly identical to the horse I had rescued on Thedeor Field. It couldn't be...could it? As I neared, the mare's head swiveled in my direction and she gave a glad whinny and trotted over. I smiled, reaching up to rub her muzzle. It was her after all! How she could be alive after such a long period of time was beyond me. Unless she had been infused with holy light from the Vigil. She looked in excellent health. I approached the stable master, a Mathosian named Nell Hara and asked after the mare. The woman glanced between the horse and myself and grinned.
"Raeslyn perhaps?" She asked. "Yes, how did you know?" I admit I was rather surprised she knew my name. I figured that the prominent members of the Guardians would know, but the common folk as well? Huh.
"Cyril himself brought this mare here soon after he returned successful from defeating the Shade of Regulos. He said that it belonged to an Ascended named Raeslyn and if she ever returned to keep the mare ready for her. So, she's yours Ascended." I felt delight thrum through me and thanked the stable master profusely. I purchased a saddle, bridle, and some saddlebags, than left the stable, satisfied. I left the mare behind for now, because I was still of a mind to explore the city and it would be easier on foot. And I was more comfortable on foot I'll admit. Down the path from the stables I came across a tavern with the name 'Lodge of the Planes'. Inside I found quite a few rowdy men already drinking. One table held a group of men and woman who were deep in discussion about politics and the war with the heretics. A tall man who looked vaguely familiar stood with his back to the wall, eyes watching everything. "Ah, Tam Daggerborn, there you are you great lout!" An older robed man approached the leaning one and slapped him on the back. Tam Daggerborn, right I'd heard of him. He was the commander of the Sanctuary Guards. Another man was discussing guild charters with a middle aged Dwarven woman. Right, guilds. That was another thing I hadn't had the chance to do before. I'd always wanted to join a guild and reap the benefits of being in one. Perhaps I could find a suitable order while in the city. The Innkeeper eyed me cheerily as I glanced around.
"Welcome to the Lodge of the Planes, Ascended. We are honored by your presence. Don't start any fights!" He wagged his finger at me as he said the last, than winked. I raised an eyebrow. I wandered back outside after having a quick drink. An agitated man in rags was ringing his hands and muttering, pacing back and forth outside. Everyone seemed to be ignoring him so I figured he must be a regular sight. As I drew closer I could make out what he was saying, which didn't make much sense.
"The Vigil did everything right. The Ascended came and saved us. Than the Magician doomed us all. Changing...things keep changing. Poor Tom's afraid. Every prophecy thwarted, everyone changes but Tom. Monsters are all gone, but no friends for Tom. No wife or children for Tom. Poor Tom. Poor cursed Tom." I hurried on and avoided eye contact. Obviously someone crazy.
"You there!" I stopped and glanced around hesitantly, wondering if it was me that had been hailed. "Yes, you!" I noticed a man waving at me and beckoning me over. Cocking my head slightly, I walked over to a tall Mathosian with military bearing. "Yes? What did you require?" I asked cautiously.
I stopped by a small grassy space where a Shaman of Thedeor was giving an impassioned speech to a group of youngsters on the benefits of joining the Guardians. A short, bearded male dwarf stood gazing longingly to the west. He entreated passersby to lend aid to his homeland in Moonshade Highlands. A woman I recognized, Cardinal Gladewillow, the secretary of Economy, stood talking to a man in an abbot's uniform. I wondered if this was one of the abbots that Lila Medows had mentioned. Not wanting a repeat of a cheering crowed, I avoided the two. I slowly wandered around the city, inspecting the wares that merchants had for sale, admiring the weapons the smithy was working on and watching the sparring going on by the fighter's barracks. Beyond that, I found the stable grounds. I wandered around looking at the fine animals they had for sale. Most were much too pricey for me but one mare did catch my eye. She looked nearly identical to the horse I had rescued on Thedeor Field. It couldn't be...could it? As I neared, the mare's head swiveled in my direction and she gave a glad whinny and trotted over. I smiled, reaching up to rub her muzzle. It was her after all! How she could be alive after such a long period of time was beyond me. Unless she had been infused with holy light from the Vigil. She looked in excellent health. I approached the stable master, a Mathosian named Nell Hara and asked after the mare. The woman glanced between the horse and myself and grinned.
"Raeslyn perhaps?" She asked. "Yes, how did you know?" I admit I was rather surprised she knew my name. I figured that the prominent members of the Guardians would know, but the common folk as well? Huh.
"Cyril himself brought this mare here soon after he returned successful from defeating the Shade of Regulos. He said that it belonged to an Ascended named Raeslyn and if she ever returned to keep the mare ready for her. So, she's yours Ascended." I felt delight thrum through me and thanked the stable master profusely. I purchased a saddle, bridle, and some saddlebags, than left the stable, satisfied. I left the mare behind for now, because I was still of a mind to explore the city and it would be easier on foot. And I was more comfortable on foot I'll admit. Down the path from the stables I came across a tavern with the name 'Lodge of the Planes'. Inside I found quite a few rowdy men already drinking. One table held a group of men and woman who were deep in discussion about politics and the war with the heretics. A tall man who looked vaguely familiar stood with his back to the wall, eyes watching everything. "Ah, Tam Daggerborn, there you are you great lout!" An older robed man approached the leaning one and slapped him on the back. Tam Daggerborn, right I'd heard of him. He was the commander of the Sanctuary Guards. Another man was discussing guild charters with a middle aged Dwarven woman. Right, guilds. That was another thing I hadn't had the chance to do before. I'd always wanted to join a guild and reap the benefits of being in one. Perhaps I could find a suitable order while in the city. The Innkeeper eyed me cheerily as I glanced around.
"Welcome to the Lodge of the Planes, Ascended. We are honored by your presence. Don't start any fights!" He wagged his finger at me as he said the last, than winked. I raised an eyebrow. I wandered back outside after having a quick drink. An agitated man in rags was ringing his hands and muttering, pacing back and forth outside. Everyone seemed to be ignoring him so I figured he must be a regular sight. As I drew closer I could make out what he was saying, which didn't make much sense.
"The Vigil did everything right. The Ascended came and saved us. Than the Magician doomed us all. Changing...things keep changing. Poor Tom's afraid. Every prophecy thwarted, everyone changes but Tom. Monsters are all gone, but no friends for Tom. No wife or children for Tom. Poor Tom. Poor cursed Tom." I hurried on and avoided eye contact. Obviously someone crazy.
"You there!" I stopped and glanced around hesitantly, wondering if it was me that had been hailed. "Yes, you!" I noticed a man waving at me and beckoning me over. Cocking my head slightly, I walked over to a tall Mathosian with military bearing. "Yes? What did you require?" I asked cautiously.
"We have long been entrusted with a sacred duty. A fragment of Regulos the Destroyer, which shattered when the Shade was defeated, exists within our care. The Defiant have discovered the location of the prison, the Black Garden, and send their armies to retrieve it. We call upon all the Ascended to aid us in keeping this evil relic out of such reckless hands. Will you join the fight?" I felt my eyes widen in alarm. A fragment of Regulos?? It dawned on me that of course there had been a body. Even if the energy and soul aspects of the Dragon god had went elsewhere, the death-touched body of the Shade was still left behind. Such power still resided within the physical form. For the wrong hands to come into contact with such a fragment...I shuddered to think. But alas, I didn't have the time to go off fighting such a cause, as much as I wished to. I was already devoted to cleansing Silverwood of its taint. I told Marshal Keme as much, but gave my word that I would certainly help when I could and would tell others of his cause. He thanked me and went on to hail another passing Ascended. I moved on, stunned. A fragment of Regulos. If that was but one fragment, where were the others? Out there in the world somewhere. The destruction and mayhem they could cause terrified me. I made a mental note to seek out the fragments as I journeyed Telara.
Eventually I explored the whole of the outer layer of the city so I entered the Sanctum of the Vigil, the temple in the center, the heart of the city. Inside the archway, temple guards lined the walls and eyed me silently as if assessing my threat to those within. I tried to look as innocent as possible while carrying an arsenal of weapons and glowing with Ascended power. It took me a few minutes, but I found I could hear voices singing. Like a heavenly choir, although I could not find the source of the singing. It made for a solemn and holy backdrop that I rather think suited the atmosphere. Up a winding staircase I found Shyla and Cyril Kalmer deep in discussion. Shyla looked as elegant as ever and held herself as with new authority. When she noticed me, Shyla gave a small, delighted gasp that drew the eyes of those in the room to me.
"Raeslyn! I never thought to
see you alive again! When we destroyed the avatar of Regulos together, shattering his remains so he could never return, I feared you too had perished! You just disappeared. I know now that the Vigil had greater plans for you. I am glad you safely back among us." She smiled warmly at me and I felt myself warm with contentment. I glanced at Cyril and gave him a formal nod.
"Welcome to Sanctum, Raeslyn. Stay here as long as you wish, we have need of crafters, scholars and instructors to build this city into a shining beacon, as well as a need for soldiers, battle mages, crusaders and operatives to defend ourselves from the onslaught of the rifts and Machineborn and cultist. Whatever the Vigil's purpose was in bringing you back to Telara, I'm glad to have met you and fought by your side."
"My thanks, Lord Cyril. If I may ask, what happened at Thedeor Field? What happened to Mathosia?"
Cyril's eyes grew tight with sadness. "My beloved country is no more. While we defeated Regulos and were victorious over Aedraxis, Mathosia as a kingdom was a casualty of that battle. They call the heart of the kingdom Stillmore now, a necrotic land with little of the beauty it once held. I led the Ascended and as many survivors as I could to safety in Port Scion until it too fell to the rifts. Sanctum is now our home, the last true city standing against the corruption in this world. From here, we will take back our lands and raise Mathosia from the ashes into the glorious kingdom it once was." He clenched a fist and gazed off into the distance, making me wonder if he even realized that he sounded almost fanatical. I winced, glancing at Shyla. She was gazing at Cyril with a sedate, blank look. I wonder what she thought of his goals. To me, Mathosia was now a thing of the past. True, it had been a glorious kingdom that touched many lands, but it had fallen, much like the Eth Empire had fallen, having been corrupted from within. We needed to secure our future rather than lament the past. But of course, I wouldn't actually have the nerve to say that. I value my skin, I do.
I glanced around the room, recognized Borrin Gammult with a brief nod, and was quite startled to see a...Bahmi were they called? She was standing in the back with two dark skinned humans who I was astonished to see were Eth. They were dressed in the manner of those from the far south, in Shimmering Sands and I surmised that they must be ambassadors to Fortune's Shore, the free-trade city in the desert. I considered the two Eth with narrowed eyes, for who knows how far you can trust a heretic?
I wandered around the inside of the Sanctum for a few hours longer. I was delighted to find a group of young idealists who called themselves the Order of Saint Carwin and sought to follow his example-a true hero who sacrificed himself to help defeat Regulos. It dampened my otherwise bright day to remember the death of Carwin. He was a good man. Quite handsome too. I was also shocked to find Frayne Doran, the seer from the Sanctuary of Rebirth, here in the Sanctum. She was still blind, but she still knew exactly who I was and where I was, calling a kind greeting to me as I stood staring at her. Lastly, I came across an expansive balcony that overlooked the beauty that was the city of Sanctum. Looking down, I could see the path I had meandered through the city streets, and I could make out the cliffside and the sparkling water washing up against shore. As the sun made it's away across the sky and descended below the horizon, I realized that I was quite exhausted. Exploring a city that I had only heard about was rather hard work, I had to admit to myself with amusement. Before leaving the inner sanctum, I did check to see if any mail had been left for me. I'd found that all Ascended had a storage vault and personal mail system set up in the major cities as honor for our dedication to the cause. Could come in handy I suppose. There wasn't any urgent missives, for which I was relieved, but I did have what seemed to be a flyer for some festivities and I had to consider that yes it was summer here in the future Telara I'd returned to. The flyer welcomed all Ascended and invited us to participate in some scavenger hunts, celebrations, games and other activities that usually surrounded Summerfest. I'd always put in an appearance in the past for such festivities, finding it quite fun despite all crowds, back when I'd been at the college learning my Rogue skills. Perhaps if I had time I'd check it out.*
Eventually I explored the whole of the outer layer of the city so I entered the Sanctum of the Vigil, the temple in the center, the heart of the city. Inside the archway, temple guards lined the walls and eyed me silently as if assessing my threat to those within. I tried to look as innocent as possible while carrying an arsenal of weapons and glowing with Ascended power. It took me a few minutes, but I found I could hear voices singing. Like a heavenly choir, although I could not find the source of the singing. It made for a solemn and holy backdrop that I rather think suited the atmosphere. Up a winding staircase I found Shyla and Cyril Kalmer deep in discussion. Shyla looked as elegant as ever and held herself as with new authority. When she noticed me, Shyla gave a small, delighted gasp that drew the eyes of those in the room to me.
"Raeslyn! I never thought to see you alive again! When we destroyed the avatar of Regulos together, shattering his remains so he could never return, I feared you too had perished! You just disappeared. I know now that the Vigil had greater plans for you. I am glad you safely back among us." She smiled warmly at me and I felt myself warm with contentment. I glanced at Cyril and gave him a formal nod.
"Welcome to Sanctum, Raeslyn. Stay here as long as you wish, we have need of crafters, scholars and instructors to build this city into a shining beacon, as well as a need for soldiers, battle mages, crusaders and operatives to defend ourselves from the onslaught of the rifts and Machineborn and cultist. Whatever the Vigil's purpose was in bringing you back to Telara, I'm glad to have met you and fought by your side."
"My thanks, Lord Cyril. If I may ask, what happened at Thedeor Field? What happened to Mathosia?"
Cyril's eyes grew tight with sadness. "My beloved country is no more. While we defeated Regulos and were victorious over Aedraxis, Mathosia as a kingdom was a casualty of that battle. They call the heart of the kingdom Stillmore now, a necrotic land with little of the beauty it once held. I led the Ascended and as many survivors as I could to safety in Port Scion until it too fell to the rifts. Sanctum is now our home, the last true city standing against the corruption in this world. From here, we will take back our lands and raise Mathosia from the ashes into the glorious kingdom it once was." He clenched a fist and gazed off into the distance, making me wonder if he even realized that he sounded almost fanatical. I winced, glancing at Shyla. She was gazing at Cyril with a sedate, blank look. I wonder what she thought of his goals. To me, Mathosia was now a thing of the past. True, it had been a glorious kingdom that touched many lands, but it had fallen, much like the Eth Empire had fallen, having been corrupted from within. We needed to secure our future rather than lament the past. But of course, I wouldn't actually have the nerve to say that. I value my skin, I do.
I glanced around the room, recognized Borrin Gammult with a brief nod, and was quite startled to see a...Bahmi were they called? She was standing in the back with two dark skinned humans who I was astonished to see were Eth. They were dressed in the manner of those from the far south, in Shimmering Sands and I surmised that they must be ambassadors to Fortune's Shore, the free-trade city in the desert. I considered the two Eth with narrowed eyes, for who knows how far you can trust a heretic?
I wandered around the inside of the Sanctum for a few hours longer. I was delighted to find a group of young idealists who called themselves the Order of Saint Carwin and sought to follow his example-a true hero who sacrificed himself to help defeat Regulos. It dampened my otherwise bright day to remember the death of Carwin. He was a good man. Quite handsome too. I was also shocked to find Frayne Doran, the seer from the Sanctuary of Rebirth, here in the Sanctum. She was still blind, but she still knew exactly who I was and where I was, calling a kind greeting to me as I stood staring at her. Lastly, I came across an expansive balcony that overlooked the beauty that was the city of Sanctum. Looking down, I could see the path I had meandered through the city streets, and I could make out the cliffside and the sparkling water washing up against shore. As the sun made it's away across the sky and descended below the horizon, I realized that I was quite exhausted. Exploring a city that I had only heard about was rather hard work, I had to admit to myself with amusement. Before leaving the inner sanctum, I did check to see if any mail had been left for me. I'd found that all Ascended had a storage vault and personal mail system set up in the major cities as honor for our dedication to the cause. Could come in handy I suppose. There wasn't any urgent missives, for which I was relieved, but I did have what seemed to be a flyer for some festivities and I had to consider that yes it was summer here in the future Telara I'd returned to. The flyer welcomed all Ascended and invited us to participate in some scavenger hunts, celebrations, games and other activities that usually surrounded Summerfest. I'd always put in an appearance in the past for such festivities, finding it quite fun despite all crowds, back when I'd been at the college learning my Rogue skills. Perhaps if I had time I'd check it out.*
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