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.
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Friday, January 27, 2012
The Road to Borlis
The more I travel, the more I realize that many people actually made it out of Ascalon. Yak's Bend was full of travelers and craftsmen. Even Captains of the kings army. Captain Osiric holds a place by the fire where he teaches travellers new skills to protect themselves. I was able to make a small fortune of some salvaged runes from my battle in Rin. Rurik, former prince of Ascalon, has gone ahead to meet with our dwarven ally Jalis Ironhammer, King of the northern shiverpeaks.
If we thought our trip to Kryta would be uneventful after we escaped the infested Charrlands we were wrong. Very wrong. It seems unrest has spread through the Shiverpeaks, and possibly even to Kryta. The dwarves are amidst a civil revolution. A group of dwarves, under the misguided malice of Maguuman Justiciars have decided to rebel against good King Jalis, and they plague his lands slaying innocents and former allies alike. There are centaurs and rogues, heading in to the mountains where it was easier to pillage and thieve. We must continue though. As far as I know, Kryta is free still. To the captial, Lions Arch, is where we aim to head. Osiric warns us the way to Borlis is blocked by these rebel dwarves, the Stone Summit they call themselves, are murdering anyone who attempts to pass in to safety. They are looking to succede Jalis and change the shiverpeak order. They will fail, I know it. Unless they and their "power" Jusiticars can provide some foreign powers and enemies, they will never defeat Jalis.
I met Cynn along the way. I remember her from my training before the searing. Always sour-faced and jealous, her attitude much paralelled her specialty for fire magic, and burning passion. She and Mhenlo, the monk from Cantha, are together I hear. Oh to find love in such turmoil, they are truly blessed. If only she didn't want to incinerate anyone he speaks to.
We arrive at Borlis Pass. The dwarves here proved no match for my crew, and our new additions of Dunham, an enchanter, a very flamboyant and dramatic man, and Little Thom, a bearded barrel of a man. He and Devona would make a perfect match I think. I should introduce them should they survive long enough to be in the same place at the same time.
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