Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Errandis's Journal - 2007-12-28

Errandis's Journal - 2007-12-28
With the Campaign Season over I left the Companions/Kingmakers for Istarlond in the company of Fingolfin. I sometimes miss travelling by mundane means. My first thoughts upon arrival are of Luthien and my first action is to seek her out. I find her tending the children with Indis. I watch as she tells them a story of the time long forgotten. When the Elves and Dwarves first awakened on Yrth. Her skill matches my own, but is different in style.

I lean against a tree and admire her. Her face is relaxed and happy, her eyes clear and bright, but most of all the cage is gone. She is healing. I smile when the children complain about being put to bed. They all want another story and so do I. She looks up and smiles, holding a struggling child fighting to stay awake, and my heart soars.

My arrival causes some chaos as the children demand a story from me. I smile and tell them tomorrow and we put them to bed. Faerie lights illuminate our paths and the children finally settle in to sleep. I take Luthien's hand in my own and we also head to our beds. She smiles indulgently as I cast my Spells and prepare my Wards.

The next morning I full fill my promise to the children and tell them stories of the world. Then I seek out instructors for the spells I desire. It does not take long. It feels like I never left. Time passes and I study my new spells, teach what I have learned, and join the Rangers of Lebethron on their missions. My nights are spent with Luthien.

Occasionally I travel to Yibyorak and among Duke Bran of Craine's supporters, spreading distrust, rumours, and attacking morale. Usually through stories, songs, and deception. I use my Contacts, Allies, and Hirelings. I also gather intelligence and exploit opportunities where I find them.

Then Imric calls to tell me he plans to Summon an Angel. Knowing me as he does, I expect he wants me there in case of trouble. Unfortunately I arrive too late to talk him out of it. He had learned the name of an Angel he wished to Summon, Bartholomew, of the Grigori Choir.

I arrived too late. Another angelic being arrived. An Ofanite, who's presence left the religious humans in a state of rapture. The second angelic being burned two of Imric's vassals and chastised a third. Much to Imric's distaste it declared its authority higher than his own.

The aftermath, was a nightmare. Imric was forced to place many under a Mass Sleep. I assisted where I could. Those who suffered a loss of sanity or were harmed by the visitation were cured, but I was not allowed to remove the incident from their minds. A large number of Imric's servants left his employ.

Fortunately, Ismail's presence of mind and with some subtle assistance from Imric they managed to prevent a religious frenzy and calmed things down. Imric asked that I change his reputation to prevent a possible backlash from the incident. Using my usual anonymous methods we were successful.

At the site of the incident the peasants erected a shrine. It soon began drawing pilgrims from the surrounding countryside. Imric's efforts in suppressing exploiters garnered him much respect from his servants and vassals. With that event resolved I returned to Istarlond.

Cheers

QM

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