Non-canon, notes Arc 2?

I walked down the corridor, the smooth marble cool against my feet. A slight breeze pulled the flame in the lantern to a heavy brass door. Hoisting the light a little higher, I noticed it didn’t have a handle. I set my lantern down on the floor and pushed on it, grunting as I did so. It wouldn’t move.   I noticed then there was a sconce near it. Odd, I didn’t see any others like this in the corridor as I walked here. The palace had elected to install those new glowing stones in the floor, Khamere had insisted it would help air quality instead of having a flame eating away the oxygen in all the rooms of the building.
I tried to pull on the sconce seeing if it would move to open the doorway. It budged a little, I pulled harder and fell off the wall. Clattering to the floor with a deafening racket. I fell hard on my back as it broke away, filling my vision with stars. Sitting up slowly, I waited for my vision to come back.
“Ilgor, what are you doing here? At this hour of the night?”
I jumped at the familiar voice. Smacking my foot against the heavy sconce as I quickly got to my feet. Turning I saw Lucas not far down the corridor, his own lantern raised. “I couldn’t sleep, I thought I’d just look around…”
“A little unbecoming of the High Priestess of our newest settlement walking around in the dead of night, barefoot and in nothing but a night dress.” He said as he walked into the light of the lantern I set on the ground. He laughed, “A bit cold, Ilgor?”
He chuckled as he covered his eyes and handed me his own overcoat. Suddenly aware of what He was talking about, I grabbed it as soon as he offered it. “Now, what were you doing down here?” He asked me.
“I saw that door, I just wanted to know what was in it. I figured the sconce would open it, I was wrong anyway. How did you know I was down here?” I asked him, handing him the broken sconce.
“One of the guards saw you wandering around. I know you feel comfortable here, but please don’t go wandering around. The depths of the palace can turn anyway around without them noticing. Did you want to actually get inside that door?” He asked, walking over to it.
“If it wouldn’t bother you.” I said, watching as he put his hand over the door and a series of runes spiraled out from his palm. “Well in here is a hermetically sealed room filled with historical documents. Some dating back to the founding of the City, some more recent.” He said as he open it. The door swung in noiselessly, well oiled hinges doing their job well.
“You know, I always forget about this place. I suppose this would be helpful in your research. What was it again that you and Sage Emily spoke about? The odd Fae connection your language has?” He said placing his hand against the wall and strange flameless lights filled the small room. The floor was covered in a dense layer of dust, a small table and chairs sat in the middle.
“Among other things.” I said, slowly walking down a shelf filled to the hilt with scrolls.
“You have been pretty tight lipped about what you and her talked about, would you mind telling me before I let you pursue potentially secure information?” He said, closing the door behind him.
I turned to him, a slight paranoia filling my mind. “Do you not trust me, Lucas?”
“For the most part yes” He said as he swept the dust away from the chair, and sat down. He rummaged around in a shelf behind him as he continued “It wasn’t too long ago that your village was seen by the public as a threat.”
‘That hurt” I thought to myself. “I need to know a few things before I let you peruse this library. First off let's talk about your long term plan for your village. I know we agreed in our treaty that you would dictate the course of your economy until you thought it was ready to join into the great economy of Glaion. But, what has me worried is that the Warlord has been spending quite a bit of time in your village, as well as the only official Necromancer we have had for the last century.”
He pulled a dusty bottle out from the shelf. Blowing it off, he set it down and uncorked it with a solid pop. “Ahhh, Mhuzelti Brandy.” He took a long draft from the bottle then handed it to me.
“What do you need to know specifically?” I asked as I took the large bottle from him, sitting down on the dusty chair.
“Why is the Warlord there, to start off.” He said, peering at me through his steepled fingers.
I blushed before answering. “If you must know, Halgier has a bit of an infatuation with me.” I answered honestly at least.
“Huh, never did I think I’d see the day the Dwarf would take an interest in anything besides war, tactics and song. However, I feel like you are leaving something out, so what is it?” He said, not even batting an eye at my statement. “Hes…” I took a drink from the bottle, the fiery liquor burning as it went down. “He's teaching my people how to fight more effectively. We realized, that we stood so little chance when you brought your garrison, that we needed to learn more modern tactics and methods. He offered to help, as he says he objected to the order to just exterminate us if needed.”
He was quiet for a long time before answering, his eyes never having left mine. “Do you intend to seek revenge on us for that?”
“No!” I quickly retorted, an annoyed edge to my voice. “Do you still see my people as a threat? Should I be preparing for something else? Should”
“No, Ilgor. Your words are good enough for me. You have done something I thought I would never see in my lifetime. You changed how the goblins operate in our territory, your efforts have not gone unnoticed. I don’t see you as a threat, but I wouldn’t be doing my job as the Baron if I didn’t ask now would I. I need to keep my people safe as well.” He said. I couldn’t find a flaw in that logic.
“But, what are you training for? If not for retaliation, then what?” He asked, motioning for the bottle.
Handing it over to him, “To be honest, no particular reason yet. I just thought it would be useful someday, to help with the war, or to assist the city with anything. Or to pursue ventures on our end.”
“I appreciate that you are trying to help with the war effort. My next question, why is the Necromancer there?”
“She’s providing my family with some much needed closure.” I said flatley, knowing full well he knew what I was talking about.
“And?” He pressed.
“You’re pushy today, fine. She’s also helping me with my knowledge in magic. She’s been teaching me to control myself more. She says, like another mentor I had, that I have a peculiar set of talents.” I told him, folding my arms across my chest.
“I know that you have a Domain over Air.” He said with a raised eye brow, “Rare, very rare, even the Sage Emily doesn’t have that.”
“How did you know that? It’s not something I advertise at all.” My shock showing in my tone.
“You have that same sway over my mind as The Bluejay does. When he speaks it forces your attention, he can also manipulate the world around him with just his voice. He has a Domain of Air. Specifically Tonal magic. So that tells me two things, you have a Domain of Air, and you use Tonal magic.” He took another drink. “I am not unfamiliar with magic, I am surrounded by Wayfarers, Artificiers, and regular caster. I know more than you think, so what other talents do you have that I haven't seen?”
“She says I have a talent for the cosmos, time, and gravity.” I said tentatively.
His eyes went wide as I spoke, “You have the same talents as Odeza, no, no no that's not right. Can you open portals?” He asked quickly.
“Odeza said I might be able to, she told me that she hasn't seen anyone like me outside her homeland. Though I really don’t know what that means.” Dodging the question a bit.
“She’s a Fae, so she must be talking about wherever they are from.” He said idly.
“She’s a Fairy, not a Fae. She was quite insistent on that.” I said without thinking.
“Oh? What is the difference?” He asked is interest peaked.
“I…I can’t tell you. It really isn’t my information to share, I want to learn from her more, so I don’t want to tell you. I shouldn’t have even told you that.” I said quietly.
He paused for a moment, then continued. “Very well, I can understand that. Now, what did you and Sage Emily talk about?”
“Why do you want to know all this? What’s really the reason? Did you have people trailing me this entire time, so you could what? Corner me like this?” I asked, getting angry.
He stared at me, his face unchanging. I could see in his eyes that he was picking his words carefully. “I may have had my guard alert me to your movements. But, everything I am asking about, is because I am in the dark about many things related to your settlement's workings. You have not been as open with me as I would have liked, I would have liked to see more open discussion, so I figured this was an opportune moment.”
“And I don’t want to tell you about what we talked about? You’re what?, going to make threats against our treaty, limit your hospitality, say we aren’t welcome in the City again?” I huffed out.
“I don’t know who you have interacted with to make you so… negative. I will not go against any word I have given you, my pride won’t let me. Please do not insult me like that again. I only want to know, because Emily speaks to no one, she’s far too engulfed in her own mind to do so. For you to have such an extended and well received conversation with her, well. It has my curiosity.” He said exasperated.
I flushed, in my mind, back tracking. Lucas had never gone against any word he gave me. He has been very trusting with letting me do more or less as I pleased while in the City. He defended me when he knew the other members pushed me past my limits, he was very kind to me all things considered. “I am sorry Lucas. It’s just that what we talked about is traumatic for me. She and I shared something similar.”
“Would it help if you had a friendly ear to listen to?” He asked me, a kind smile on his face. “If you would rather not, then I won’t ask.”
I was quiet for a time. He waited, sipping from the bottle. “I take it you know that I used a few Archon Stones when the Garrison showed up that day?”
“I had my suspicions. I appreciate that you didn’t kill my men.” He said.
“Well, Emily told me she had seen a woman when she used hers. This woman has plagued my nightmares ever since I became the Priestess to my village. She told me her Master had also seen this woman when he used his.” I told him about my nightmares, how she spoke to me that day on the battlefield. I told him how the family said I spoke strange names in my sleep. I went on about how Emily had a suspicion that the Forgotten family was involved, as the Archon Stones only worked when one thought back to the people they cared about.
I talked about how strange things happened to me, whenever the trio was involved, whether it was statues or just rituals with them. Odd things happened. I talked about how sometimes I could see her when I wasn’t sleeping, how she would just vanish when she noticed when I was awake. I told him how desperately I wanted to know why. I wanted to know who this woman was, why she looked similar my people, I wanted to know why the trio is the Forgotten Family, why no one but the Dwarves has any names for them.
I told him how Gjorn would refuse to talk about them. How he reacted when I talked about the woman. I laid it all out for him, the dead ends, the discrepancies in our holy book. How they had stories from an older age, but didn’t explain anything. I talked about the way Odeza and Gjorn’s mouths would disappear if they tried to talk about certain things. They would only tell me that the Queen wouldn’t allow it, or that some Great Mother wants something hidden.
“Thats… A lot.” He said. “I am curious about this woman, why does she only show up when an Archon is used? There does seem to be a tenuous connection to the Forgotten Family with the method to use them.” He rummaged through a few of the scrolls.
He handed them to me, “All we have about them. A few notes on Archon stones, mostly speculation, but it might be worth something. I also have a ruined scroll somewhere.” I walked to the other side of the room and rummaged some more.
“Here!” He handed it to me, and a brass tube to hold them in. “It’s in a bad state, but it switches from common to an ancient dialect. It talks about something that used to be in the Glaion region before the city was built. They said it was of religious importance, though they don’t talk much about it.”
“You're just going to give me these?” Skeptical, I asked.
“So long as you don’t ruin them, I would like them back eventually. Hopefully they can help point you in the right direction at least. Maybe they can answer a few questions.” He shrugged.

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Very rough draft, I'm thinking of refining the concept more, but I like how untrusting of Ilgor Lucas is in this scene. probably going to change substantially.