Bloodstone Fen

The White Mantle will know by now that I am with the Shining Blade.  They will know that I helped give them the Chosen, and they will assume now that I am hostile.  I don't expect a reception of Battle Isle Iced Tea and jars of honey where I see them next.  To be honest though, I know not what to make of these Shining Blade.  They are unorganized, but powerful.  They dress like exhiles and rebels but fight with the fervor of trained soldiers.  They speak of a princess, thrown aside by the takeover of the Mantle.  Salma is her name, she takes refuge in the Temple of Ages.  What makes me trust the Blade more, is that they have left me the decision.  They told me to find the bloodstone, then all my answers about the White Mantle will reveal themselves, and I fully intend to do so. 

To Kryta!

Rurik is dead. I don't know what to do.  I know that I am to take charge.  I am in charge now. A promotion I take with a very heavy and conflicted heart.  There are centaurs everywhere, but atleast the dwarves are gone.   It seems I am not the only lost and conficted ascalonian in the mountains though.  The refugees run in to battle half hearted, and needlessly at times.  Its almost as if their survival is no longer relevent.  They just want to inflict pain in hopes to lessen some of their own.  I am too tired to stop them.  Mentally and physically exhausted from our journeys, I must collect myself.  I still have people to lead.  We weave our way through the Deldrimor Bowl, in to Griffon's Mouth where we meet Master Seeker Nathanial.  He says that the archer Aiden has gone ahead, and left us his ranger markers to show the way.

In the caves we meet a friendly army from Kryta.  They label themselves the White Mantle, they are the peacekeepers of Kryta and they are happy to see us.  Seems the unrest has come to Kryta aswell.  We continue to follow Aiden's marks through the cave until sure enough we find the man himself.  Greeted with a smile the size of of a great whale it is hard not to feel lighter of heart when we see him.  He cheers and whoops with glee that we had not all perished, and though his show is very genuine there is a dimness to his eye.  I say nothing but take the man in my arms and give him an embrace of happiness.  He gives me a letter for Ambassador Braun, assigned assistant to the Ambassador Zain, and embittered I take it.  My prince perishes amidst the snow and the ambassador seems to have no issue getting through, I wonder why.   The Krytans are having a civil war aswell at the moment, and Aiden tells me Braun will fill me in.  There is more to do before we can reach our settlement, so off  to the beaches we head to deliver our papers.

You think I would be happy to finally be out of the snow.  The ambassador awaits us directly outside the cave, the sand is soft and warm on my sandals.  I am to head next to the Gates of Kryta, the witness Casori will allow us passage through.  Shortly in to our beach vacation, I see what problems it was they meant.  There are ghouls and ghosts.  Hostile Zombies creating minions, merpeople disabling walking speeds.  These are much more hostile lands than the King had spoken of.  When the king spoke of Kryta, which he did often, he painted the lands to be full of traitors and cowards.  These dangerous spectors are run off from when Orr sunk in ancient times.  Civil unread caused that aswell, and as I recall the story I am much reminded of what happened to us in Ascalon.  Pride destroying all that is good for everyone.  But we find these ghouls are just as succeptible to death as the living, and we make it to the gates.  Casori is excited to meet us.  It has been years since a person from Ascalon has set foot in Kryta, and they think it is a momentous occasion the likes of Saul D'Alessio would even have liked to see.   Who in the world is Saul D'Alessio?  He fills me in on history of old, how Orr, Ascalon and Kryta were too busy warring with eachother to notice the Charr population amassing and arming.  Hard run and empty from the fight between eachother, the Charr had an easy time taking over.  While on the run, a young hero named Saul D'Alessio emerged and put spirit in his citizens, and eventually they were able to push back the Charr and retake their lands.  Enough though, I am to take our refugees to Justiciar Hablion by Lions Arch and he will give us our accomodations, and lead us to the tracts of land that are to be our own.  We have atlast made it, one more mission to Lion's Arch and our people shall finally be free and safe.