Hi, this message opens year 1439. Again, action submission in two weeks,
and the next year begins just before Christmas.
Here are the events, and Vision number 3.
*Onagir [-6]:* The Scepter is stolen, and the King of the Wood disappears
with it. This happens at a bad time for the Onagir, as the Kings successor
is not fit to take up his duty (being 3 years old).
*Shanari [-5]:* A war breaks out between the eastern and western tribes.
For a long time, the tensions have been growing. Finally, the peace is
broken by a sudden attack on the Seeresses. Each side blaims the other
on the attack.
*Exquaestio [-3]:* Someone tries to steal the Book of Travels, killing
two andaran, and seriously wounding one. The theft fails, but the thief
escapes.
*Kaeir [-3]:* The representatives of Kaeir (Major Houses) in Tirrot,
Cedonia, are found guilty of illlegal activities (e.g. smugling), and
are expelled. While their actions were clearly for their own personal
benefit, this does not give a very good impression of the Kaeir Republic.
"The old pirate blood shows through..."
Visions, part III:
A man, hidden in the shadows on his cloak, sat on a simple chair
beside a large table, reading a sheet of paper in his left hand.
His right hand was tapping a simple rhythm on the table. After a while,
the man put the sheet back on the table, pushed it towards the
other side of the table, and said:
"This is going to cost quite a lot, you know."
On the other side of the table, another man - this one bareheaded,
with a red emblem of three triangles touching each other on his chest
- simply nodded.
"Yes, we know. We are prepared to pay you 10000 silver crowns
now, and 50000 crowns on delivery."
The first one hesitated for a moment, then took the sheet back, rolled
it, and put it inside his jacket.
"Yes, you do know. You always have. What about that other thing?"
The bareheaded man stood up saying:
"Please, follow me. You are about to receive a great honour."
The two men left the spacious office through a back door, and
descended along a spiralling staircase. On the bottom of the stairs,
a small corridor led them to another door; this one
beautifully ornamented with wood-cuttings. The bareheaded man
made a small sign with his hands in front of his chest, and
then opened the door. Inside, there was a small square room, 10 feet
accross. The bareheaded man stepped inside, and lit four candles
on either side of the door. The opposite wall was painted
matte-black reflecting no light at all. The cloaked man followed,
and the door was shut.
"This is the Small Chamber", said the bareheaded man.
"In here, the Protae receive and give council to
single, selected, pilgrims. You are here because of they
ordered it so."
The bareheaded then faced the black wall, dropped to his knees,
and begun a low chant. At first, nothing happened, but then
the opposite wall rippled. The ripples stretched, gained color,
and suddenly the wall flashed into a bright mosaic of colors,
shapes, and sounds. Most of the sounds were almost unaudible,
but one of them gained strength, and it said:
"Human Adan. You have worked for us before.
It is good. This thing. It is highly guarded, but you will
get it, and bring it here, to this place. Take good care
of it; it must be whole when you bring it here. It must be
complete."
The cloaked man bowed deep and said: "As you say my Lord.
It will be complete when I deliver it here. I hear
and understand."
Suddenly, a shaft of light sprang from the mosaic, wrapped
itself around the cloaked man, and tightened. The man
collapsed to floor with a soft thump.
"You do? Then why do you come here with betrayal on your
tongue? Uri, find us another. This one was flawed."
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