A t E: Session 03 - Epilogue
A Distant View of Kade and Renaissance through the all-seeing Eye of Horus
General Summary
I am a splintered thing. In a time before, I was a lesser deity. A cur at the feet of Wolf and Eagle. A small, darkness filled thing, attending noble creatures of light. Now I’m elevated. Not through anything I have done. Only saved by the vision of Horus-Ra. The all-seeing One made His decision and I was the only willing One to step forward. A dog as I might have been seen to be by those mightier than me, I’m even less than that now. But I am here. My betters may not have survived. I sense only the roaring hiss of Apep, He of the fury, not quenched by a drowning, cataclysmic ending.
I will be committing several examinations of those that I have fostered some hope for over the past period of time. This will be the first. All this is a thing filled with risk. It isn’t that I like risk but I had no choice when this was laid at my feet. Nearing that tumult that was my end, I sought out two beings long associated with, who had a care for the realm. Each is renamed in this place. I did not foresee this. It is of little matter to me. What they are is clear, whatever title they take for themselves. Here they are called Renaissance and Kade. I prefer their other names but who am I? I too have been changed and am not who I was.
These two left me to my own desires on the next dawn. These are not servitors. I do not need their constant attention. They will advise me when they have something important to tell. It suits me. I’m not some‘worshiped deity’ who can be sensed all about. I’m at my best when I’m not seen or felt. That is my way. Let others pray that it is sufficient! The gift of my once brother now father, Horus-Ra shone in my hand, a great golden ball of fire somehow easily held in my palm. As I stared upon its flames, I felt my mind contract as if to make itself fit between the licking, darting fire. As it seemed to do so, my sight exploded. I can see anything. Wherever my thought turns, I behold what is there. The all-seeing eye can’t be everywhere at once but it is everywhere in a moment later. I turn my attention to the two men I seek. They are before me…
They take some care to be adequately prepared for a day’s journeying into the countryside beyond Excel’s walls. These walls will need some improvements. Each rides a horse. Kade, on a light brown mount loaned him by Ren. Ren has a horse named Temeril. As they depart the north gate they are informed that a man claiming to be a Charioteer of Loyland, has been at the gate looking for any news about some raiding monsters. He went north-east six hours earlier. The guards do not say his name. The eye shows me it anyway – Relisck. They leave to head first north, then eastward. In the course of several hours of riding they do not note that they are being tracked by one of my distant cousins. It seems of little consequence; I do not intervene. They come to Relisck's campsite deep in a rocky wadi. A dead body lies in desecration beneath some dense thicket. I am displeased. Both men seem quietly disturbed and I am mollified. I stay my hand.
Ren descends to the camp while Kade makes further examination of the dead one. Upon turning the lifeless over, the head is revealed to be missing. The body is a large one, bipedal, thick thewed and broad. Clothed. Armoured. Not easily killed by blade. No wound is seen that slew this being. The eye shows me that it was not wound but an elixir that killed this one. I already knew this fact. I am aligned with death. I know all its forms and formulae. Death is death. Still, there are some more fit than others and for this husk, such a death is tragic. To be tricked into dying is never noble despite how it may benefit another. The head had been removed. Why was soon understood by the two men with the arrival of Relisck. He appears out of his blind along the wadi’s south face.
From his iron pot, over the camp fire, slung from tripod chains, Relisck offers them soup. Ren accepts readily – more than once – while Kade accepts politely but quietly pours his away on to the dirt next him. Relisck confirms that he killed the monster and that he severed the head and covered it with a fair sized boulder. Ren shifts this and sees that the head of the dead one belonged to a massive black feline humanoid. The eye shows me this is a transformed creature. The dead one’s name was Anthathak. He is worried about his two motherless children. I give his soul dispensation and solace. I must also tell those two that I watch to be careful to treat the dead with some care. My niceties should be observed.
Relisck tells of how this one and his five fellows attacked his village. That they slew members of the village. That they were indiscriminate. He also says he knows not why. Raiding monsters he believes. I see with the eye that he believes what he says. The eye also shows me his bias. I am pleased to see that the two men see it also, in their own fashion. Relisck and the others break camp and set off for his village. They arrive the next day at noon. I smile at the fact that still, my cousin is undetected. Slyer than any fox, this one. O noble hound! The villagers know Relisck well. He takes them to his home and introduces the two men to his wife. Aivennne. She his wife, caster and leader of the village. Her eyes gleam in a manner feral yellow-hued yet becoming to her face. This is marked by what she claims are scars. The eye shows otherwise. These are the ravages of a cruel attack of a pox. This disease is new to me. A thing of the new realm. The eye might pause momentarily before it shows a small man, hunched and cloaked. This is the pox’s source apparently. Ielquinas is his name. I will need to meet him. Death must be served.
The two men are offered lodging and food. Ren is not one to resist the offer of food. Kade it seems is proof against such. He is more flexible when it comes to accepting ‘other’ offerings however and seems well pleased with his bed for the night. This is due in some measure to the appearance of Relisck’s daughter, Tamnith. She bears her mother’s casting mien. She is afflicted by birth with a strange arm, more a claw than human-like. The eye is quick to show the hand’s origin is of her father, a werewindle. I am taken aback. The name is known to me as a sword’s. How can it have sired a child upon a mortal? Mere coincidence … perhaps. It will have to await a time where explanation can be learned. The eye shows much of this woman’s bedchamber and Kade’s activities within it. I will defer to comment upon these. I learn something in the ways of human bonding, let me say.
The morning finds the various sleepers still amenable, the night’s actions have not been discovered or at least not commented upon. A thing is revealed. Tamnith has captured another of the raiders. They see to this one, caged at the edge of the village. An abject fellow, dirty, near-naked and missing both hands. Removed, Tamnith says, due to his ability should he be left with them. His dead hands I ponder over. They are not a caster’s, a monk’s, nor a strangler’s. I fail to uncover what she has done this for. The eye cannot show me either… As they decide to venture outward to track the remaining raiders, a new arrival appears. On a chariot more robust than those of my earlier days, comes a driver and his captain. The male driver is Taakal. The captain, a woman, is Wukonne. She is a former associate of Relisck in the group called the, Charioteers of Loyalnd. He was a mentor for her some years ago. The eye shows me that she likes but does not admire Relisck. Timing is a thing. It is fortuitous that she comes when she does. I wonder at this and the eye admits my sight to the fact that she has been watching the village for some weeks. The eye could show me this past time but I need to remain focused on the present…
They ride and roll some wayward miles. Then in a place even the travelers see to be fraught with ambush possibility, they sense beings atop the gorge-sides. These must be the ones they seek. From ahead of them steps into the open, a massive feline. Much like the original dead fellow, save that this one is naked and revealed in savage, battle-ready ire. As the humans seek his snarling face for a trace of reason, they are made aware of another presence behind them. Felines are always so quiet. Thieves of souls! This one is… the eye reveals he is unique. Tattersall. A Monster. A hero to his friends. A saviour to others. A demon to those who he calls foe. I like him despite his feline appearance. Nobody’s perfect!
Character(s) interacted with
Renaissance
Kade
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Relisck
Aivenne
Tamnith
Tattersall
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