Road to Ruin

I would be nowhere, would it not be for friends.

I arrived at the Frontier Gate with my crew.  We rendezvous with Warmaster Riga.  Warmaster.  One day I will be one.  I will be a vigilant and just warmaster.  Not a puppet sent to ruin by a King with an agenda. Not like my father.  Chasing prophecies to appease the people, unprepared and badly trained.  No one knows how far he got, all we know is he never returned.  He was sent by good King Adelbern to end the flameseeker prophecy.  To my knowledge, that prophecy was only a story told to scare children in to eating their vegetables and doing their chores. "Eat your broccoli or the Lich will get you" my mother would say, "Clean the floors or we'll send the lich to take you at night".  We knew he was running in to a fools mission, even I knew as a small child that chasing imaginary monsters would only result in catching air.  And air cannot be caught.  He left us anyways.  A fools mission.   Only Meerak the Shouter, formerly the scribe, who became touched and unhinged during the searing, continues to believe in this prophecy. 

even now he screams of the prophecy.

We take our instruction, head to Surmia.  There is a camp at the ruins, we will be joined by the great Prince there and free our bretheren. Then we will head to the north, through the breach in to the shiverpeaks.  It will be peaceful there, our people will remain safe until we reach Kryta, and set up for a new life.  Dreams.  We will finally be at peace again.

A New Monk Trainer

With all the success I've been having lately, I decide it is time to learn some new skills.  I hear the talk, they all say Brother Mhenlo is the best.  Back to Ashford Abbey, perhaps he will take me under his wing.

He is from Cantha. I wish one day to be there.

When I arrive, Brother Mhenlo has heard of me.  Evenmoreso, he has been told to give me my first promotion!  No longer the lowestmost rank, I am so pleased.  He says he can teach me some new skills, but I must help his associate, Paulus, in the catacombs.  He has a relic to obtain admist the undead, and I am to keep him alive.  Sounds like just the job for me!

I healed him through while we killed some undead.  He obtained the relic, it was much larger than I had thought and it burdened him as we ran. Brother Mhenlo is proud.  He decides to send me on a second task.  He teaches me some more hostile skills, and sends me to set the raging cadavers who escaped the catacombs straight.  When I get to the fields the farmers are already attacking.  Nothing can be said about our spirit.  I enchant them with smites, and we made easy work of the cadavers. Time to check back in with Brother Mhenlo about my progress.  He is proud.  Before continuing my duties, I stop and kneel by my patrol goddess.  Dwayna give me your blessings,  if Meerak the Scribe is right, dark days are ahead.

Unsettling Rumours

I hear that Meerak the Scribe is completely absorbed in his reading.  I'm supposed to meet with him about some unsettling rumours he's been spreading around the towns.  He is in Ashford Abbey, so thats where I am sent.  On my way though, I find a beautiful moa feather amongst the tall grasses.  I shove it in my sack, I may have use for this later.

I am met at the Abbey gate by an Ascalonian Guard.  He seems at peace, perhaps the rumours aren't so bad.  I found Meerak inside surrounded by townsfolk and pick up hunting bands.

He looks like Ciglo.  Perhaps brothers?

Meerak says I must see Armin Saberlin at once.  He has an important message for me to deliver, and I must keep it with my life.  He tells me that he has seen Dwayna in a dream.  She told him that the Charr are afoot with dastardly plans.  This sounds awfully serious.  I must make haste.