Around and down

by Hildar Stormchild

So we set off across the empty city, in search for something to help keep the walls alive. After spending some time looking round a house that mel so skillfully broke into i found a strange wooden relic that ticks regularly, but nothing more of note. So we all headed towards a mysterious looking tower. I haven't decided if I prefer towns with or without their people yet, but there's something wrong with this stillness that suggests not only lack of life but lack of nature. I quickly decided I wanted back to the open streets once we were in the tunnels within the tower though. A strange voice guided us through it's puzzles as we decended once again away from the sky and underground.

It is not unusual to have to use cunning to solve a problem, but here there are riddles and tricks far removed from the practicalites of the world above the waves. People turned to stone, a canvas that asked for blood, and two lying spirits in strange lamps. It was certainly a trial, poor George collapsed trying to cover that canvas, and though I do feel guilt for his suffering it was entertaining to deny him help. And although Kauri and Frald eventually reasoned their way through the spirits' deception I took their lamps, with the intent to make them pay for their insolence.
Now my blood has cooled and I feel we are close to leaving I can feel doubt rushing through me. Where does this rage come from, this urge to mock and break and maim? I can remember talking to Yitril around an evening fire when she was teaching me among the mountains, a little way from camp. She asked me about how it felt to have lost a whole tribe to the hearth-gods, to be no longer able be in the land I loved and belonged to. I told her about my sadness yes, but also about the years of bitterness that has festered in my heart for the greenlands. Thinking back, that was when she started to tell me to channel my destruction. But is it not all nature, does it not all have a place? And who am I to be taking councel on my emotions from someone so named as Redrain?

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A different life {historical}
Winter 1146AR

Hunting {historical}
Spring | 1147AR

Laws {historical}
Spring || 1147AR

Working, after a fashion {historical}
Autumn, 1147AR

Autumn leaves {historical}
Autumn, 1148AR

A friend {historical}
Summer, 1150AR

Spring storm {historical}
Spring, 1151AR

Strange people
1152AR |

Jackalware
1152 AR

Caves, Trees, and Hallucinations
1152 AR

Faliures and potions
1152 AR

Fear and fighting
1152 AR

Greed
1152 AR

Trying not to think about it and failing
1152 AR

Dice and near-death
1152 AR

Law and chaos
1152 AR

A force for change, and the same again
1152 AR

Around and down
1152 AR

Lure and Leader
1152 AR

Knives and Teeth {interlude}
1152 AR

Dragons and Other Things
1152 AR

Around and down

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