The journey from the Oracle to Freehold began as all journeys do. There was a plan. A consensus of action hatched from conversations that were defined and refined until at last there was agreement. The seven of them were now bound together. They were caught up in a series of events that seemed to spiral ever faster towards an unknown end. They were bound to each other, and how they had changed.

Most were left to dwell upon the revelations of the Oracle and Goentryx with concern or trepidation. Coren and Yasminna, however, seemed stronger and with purpose. The northman ‘s discovery of his heritage had opened the gates of his soul to possibilities he would never have imagined. Then seeds of discovery had been planted within his heart at the mention of Fjiggorn, the legendary axe of Ifus. Yasminna finally understood what it meant to be of the bloodline that flowed in her veins, and she shone with a strength that added to her beauty and courage. The rest, however, would require more time. And so they left the Vale on a cool morning and turned their horses towards the pass that would take them from the Tomiak Mountains to The Morrowoods and the Ivory Tower of the Silver Magi.

They worked their way through the mountain pass and back over the gorge before Coren took them through a separate pass that would lead them north. Days passed and the routine of the road became a comfort to some and a burden to others. The weather held this time, thankfully, and they were able to cover more ground than even Tob had thought. The ranger found game plentiful enough in the late summer weather, and Aislinn used her wonderful cooking skills to make the best out of it.

“It will be nice,” she commented one evening, “ to restock in Freehold. I fear I will be left with nothing to season the meals soon…except for our boots.” The twinkle in her eye, however, shone brightly, and lightened their spirits.

Eventually, they came out safely from the pass and onto the plains south of the Morrowoods. The made camp and Coren explained how the journey would be different.

“Unlike the lands west of the witch’s vale, we will have to cross through some other highlands. However, there is a caravan track we will take. I know some of you,” he said with a glance at Yasminna, “would warn against this route, but the only other options would add a week’s travel time or more. We’ll be safe.”

And so they continued north as the weather grew colder. They eventually crossed into the small range Coren had mentioned and they stopped for a moment to look north. Many of them had ever seen such an expanse of forest before. Conifers spread as far as the eye could see and a shiver of excitement ran through Janus. He smiled as he gazed upon Beldrem’s blessing to the north. Li-eira smiled as well. She could sense the Tower and the presence of the Silver Hand. She hadn’t been gone that long, she realized, but it felt like an etermity. She opened her mind to it and felt the caress of acceptance that only a Pathmage could feel. Days later, they entered the Morrowood and Li-eira led the way.

“It knows,” she said one evening around the campfire that Tob maintained as tightly as a mother would her children. “We will be welcome. Please understand this, however. Once we are in the Tower’s presence, you will see many things that might surprise or even alarm you. Nothing will harm you, however.”

Giacomo was thrilled to be in the Morrowood. He dismounted his horse and began taking mental notes of everything. From trees to flowers from birds to hoofed animals, nothing seemed to escape his attention. "Li-eira," he said in awe, "this place is a wonder." Those were the first non-necessary words he had spoken to the mage in several days, and he would have regretted them, had his mind not been so captured by the splendor of this place.

Li-eira turned towards him and nodded her head. "Truly it is."

They travelled for another day when Janus stopped short. He looked around him and realized that something wasn’t right. None but a druid would know this. Not even Tob was able to detect the change in the woods around them. All manner of life in this area of the woods was no longer under the control of Beldrem, and Janus was not sure whether he liked that. Powerful sorcery sustained the plants here, not water and sunlight. It was sorcery alright. Not evil but strong and ancient. The trees suddenly parted before their eyes to reveal a clearing. Pine and fir literally stepped aside as they watched.

The Ivory Tower stood in the center of the clearing. There were four buildings symmetrically spaced about the tower and all connected to it. They were all made of pristine marble and ivory with mithril accents around much of the structure. The air seemed suddenly warmer and the cold from the forest was now gone. A unicorn grazed to their left as the group took in the picture in front of them. They watched a figure approach from the tower. He was a full-blood Choshu with golden hair and lavender eyes.

It wasn't the Choshu Magus that held the priestess's attention. Her gaze was riveted on the glorious beauty of the unicorn. A creature she truly never thought to see except in her dreams, perhaps or her own mind's eye. It lightened her soul and her mind a little more.

As the Choshu approached them, Coren's hand instinctively moved to his axe at his side. He did not unsheathe his weapon but still he kept his hand where it was and eyed the mage warily.

The far off look that had seemed ever present in Li-eira's eyes of late was replaced by a happy flicker of light once the Ivory Tower was in sight.

“Well met, dearest Li-eira, and welcome home. Welcome to all of you. I am Tuigyth, Llyrigorn Magus for the Silver Conclave. You are all most welcome here.”

Li-eira dismounted and approached him timidly, always in awe of he overwhelming presence, and bowed her head in greeting. "It is good to be home Tuigyth. If only for a little while." She looked back up at him and made a vague gesture behind her, "These are my friends. Janus of Beldram, Coren dan Balor, Aislinn of Mathern, Yahim Atafadhi, Tob ap Huwyll, and Giacomo Castigar."

Tuigyth bowed to each as Li-eira introduced them.

Aislinn and Giacomo knew him only by title. He was the Llyrigorn Magus. The Astrologer for the order and a member of the order’s Conclave. For some, however, this greeting was uncomfortable. Many of them had never met a full-blooded Choshu before. Some had met them only in combat, or seen their lifeless bodies on the field of battle. His voice was soft. Almost musical in quality and he moved with a mystical grace that was not affected. A platinum chain was around his neck, and a large star sapphire was hanging from it inside a platinum setting.

“I know you must have travelled far.” He looked at Tob, Janus, and finally Yasminna. “Some of you farther than others. We have rooms prepared for you. Is there anything, however, that you might need first?”

Janus swung down off of Tahoe's saddle, and tried to move as smoothly as he could with the stiffness of the saddle in his bones. He gave a smile, and touched his palm to his chest and bowed to the Choshu. "Well met, Tuigyth. I am Janus of Beldrem, Tree of the West, the Storm Herald, and we have come for the counsel of your learned order, both to give, and hopefully recieve. Dark times approach, and the respite of your Halls is greatly appreciated." He wasnt given to speechifying, normally, but he didn't want to seem the country boy, just now, and even Ellyn must have sensed that. She wasn't bouncing about his feet as she usually did, when he dismounted, but sitting calmly behind him, regarding the Choshu with her head cocked quizzically.

"It is an honor to meet you, Druid of Derugar." Tuigyth bowed again, this time lower and longer. "The stars foretold of your impending arrival. Know that we shall provide all that you seek as long as it is ours to give."

The Astrologer couldn't help but note how Li-eira beamed with pride when she heard Janus introduce himself.

Aislinn reluctantly tore her gaze away from the unicorn and turned her attention back to her companions, though her eyes shone with unshed tears. "Mathern Bless You, Tuigyth," she said with a smile and a slight bow. "As Janus said, the hospitality of the Tower is very welcome. Thank you."

Tuigyth glanced towards the magnificient steed. "His name is Pylletheshyr," he told Aislinn. "It mean's Nightsong in the language of the elves. Welcome Blessed Child of Mathern. You brighten our world with your presence and your beauty."

At the sound of his name, Pylletheshyr lifted his head and approached. He eyed them all and moved closer to Aislinn. He brushed her softly with his muzzle, careful to keep his horn from touching her.

The priestess gasped softly. A sound of wonder and delight. Carefully she reached up to stroke his chin and jaw. The unshed tears spill quietly down her face at the wonder of the experience. "Hello, Nightsong," she murmured softly to the unicorn. "I would not butcher your elven name with my clumsy human tongue. I hope you forgive me." Her gaze sought out the Magus again and her smile turned a bit wry. "I admit I haven't felt very blessed this last week. But I feel that way, now."

Janus smiled as his heart warmed at the scene, and Aislinn's words. He didnt want to break the moment, but he couldn't help but to say, "It is said, that a Unicorn will not abide the smallest taint of Evil." If Aislinn had any remaining doubts, that Unicorns reaction to her was proof positive her parentage had not shadowed her soul.

"You are most certainly correct, Master Janus. A unicorn cannot stomach the slightest stain of evil. One cannot hide their soul from a unicorn."

Giacomo studied Aislinn's reaction to the unicorn. She seemed very much like a child just now and it lifted his spirits even more than this place had already. Janus, Li-eria and Aislinn had said their hellos well enough. Giacomo was content to take in the beauty around him. Who would ever want to leave this place? He wondered. The tall pines and firs created a canopy that dampened the sound like the best theaters. You could hear the slightest sounds here.

Her smile softened. She nodded her head in acknowledgment and blew Janus a friendly kiss for his support. Then Aislinn's smile took in Li-eira and she winked at the mage, silently saying "See how easy it is?" But she wasn't sure her innocent friend would pick up on it, at all. The path mage returned her smile, but her eyes seemed void of understanding.

After dismounting, Yasminna stayed in Yahim's thoughts and persona, remaining toward the back near Coren and Tob, letting those better suited to it do the talking while her eyes took in everything visible about the Ivory Tower complex. Yes, the unicorn was thrilling and she hoped to see it again before they left, but she'd heard about the Ivory Pathmages all her life and never thought to catch the merest glimpse of their home, let alone be invited within its walls. Something to tell Azhra, she mused privately. I hope that bard is taking notes.

The Sundaryan scanned the area and saw more of the magnificence of this place. She saw darting shapes of colored energy occasionally move across the grounds with blinding speed. They seemed to come and go from the tower to the grounds, and she could never quite focus on any of them. She watched as a bird departed from a window in the tower and flew off to the south. She watched as a few other magi entered the clearing from the woods and then floated up to a landing on the tower wall.

Tob remained a moment longer in his saddle, sitting high to see more of the amazing clearing and its central tower. There was clearly more magic than nature here, but that was why they had come. The Choshu reminded him of a war that was not his, and he was grateful to have fought the dolfanc rather than these fae people. There seemed little honor or sense in it, when dolfanc roamed the lands. This place was somehow alien for all its familiarity, but still it seemed a good, safe haven for the time being. He kept an eye on Coren, to see how and if he would react to the Choshu wizard and all the magic around him.

Still unnerved by the Choshu sorcerer’s presence, Coren darted a glance at the unicorn. Although he did not move from his position, it seemed like the big Northman's frame bent away from the magical beast. Other than the brief look at the unicorn, Coren kept his eyes on the mage.

"I can't say that I care much for this place", he muttered to Tob.

His home was within riding distance and yet this place felt so foreign to him. The fact that men, and choshu, wielded the power to create such a place made him feel insignificant and wary. Still, they were here for Li-eira so he would have to accept it.

He looked across at Li-eira, saw the happiness on her face, imagined the magic shining from her beautiful features, and realised that she didn't need him here.

"S... so", Coren spoke up, after clearing his throat. "Are we going to go inside or are we just going to stand around here until darkness falls?" His last words were meant as a double meaning.

Li-eira cringed a bit at hearing Coren's impatient words, but she knew that he must have felt like a fish out of water.

Tuigyth nodded and led the group towards the stable that was detached from the tower. Nightsong neighed and followed along next to Aislinn. It was apparent to all the he had already taken a fancy to her by the way he pranced and played alongside her own horse. They left their steeds at the stable after Tuigyth assured them they would be well taken care of. He then turned and led them back towards the tower.

The inside of the tower even more beautiful than the outside. It was pristine. Beautiful tapestries hung on the walls of this room on the lower level. Four additional doors led off in cardinal directions to the attached buildings they had seen from the outside. An alabaster staircase with a deep sea blue carpet runner rose to the floor above them, and a rose-colored carpet ran down where it descended below the ground level. Small globes of fire were evenly splaced about the room to provide light and there were comfortable chairs and sofas scattered about as well.

"Li-eira," Tuigyth said. "Your room is, as always, ready for you. The rest of you may follow me. We have individual rooms where you may rest."

"Thank you." Li-eira nodded respectfully and watched as the others continued on their way. She was eager to retreat to her room and her belongings and indulge herself in some well deserved pampering.

He then led the others up the staircase to the floor above. A hallway went down the center to where the staircase continued to rise again. There was another hallway that intersected this one halfway down.

"Feel free to take a room," the Choshu told them. "There are bathing chambers at each end of this hallway. Feel free to use them as you see fit. The water is always hot. Just above us," he continued, "is a dining hall. We normally eat there, but tonight we will be dining in the Hall of the Conclave. Each of you have been given an invisible servant while within the Tower and it's grounds. You simply need to issue it a command and it will complete it to the best of it's ability. It can obtain any manner of items, within reason, for you. It will also summon you when dinner is ready. You will hear it ring a simple bell. There are clean clothes in larders hanging in each room. If you need anything, simply ask your servant. It will let you know if it is unable to comply with your wishes. I will see you all later this evening for dinner.

Yahim nodded his thanks to the Choshu, gesturing gratitude and respect in the way of his people before moving into his room and closing the door behind him. He leaned against it for a long moment, tossing his haversack toward the bed (only momentarily surprised to find the invisible servant had "caught" it), revelling in the first privacy he'd had in.... too long. It had been a long journey to this strange place, a journey sometimes too crowded with other people -- their thoughts, their words, their needs, their bickering, even their laughter. Standing there, just breathing in the extraordinary quiet, Yahim became Yasminna again, cherishing these moments of solitude while they lasted.

Eventually, she opened her eyes and looked about the simply appointed room, admiring the quiet elegance of it. She'd not seen anything like this since the last time she had visited home and it evoked a smile of fond remembrance. "Amirah," she said softly, giving her invisible servant the name of her favorite, from childhood, "I shall bathe, then return here to dress. Please have these garments laundered and ready to wear for my departure."

No reply. Yasminna sighed. It would have been eerie to hear a disembodied voice speaking, but it also would have been nice to hear Amirah's motherly voice once more, too.

When she returned from her bath, Yasminna opened the wardrobe where the clean clothes were supposed to be and found herself taken aback. There were two complete outfits hanging there. One was the loose, flowing trousers and tunic of a young Sundaryan nobleman, complete with indoor robe and soft boots. All in her family colors, gold and black.

The other was court garb for an Imperial Princess. The pleated kalasiris, a formal gown in sheer, luminous white linen, a narrow gold chain belt inlaid with lapis and jade, strapped sandals adorned with shining beads that reflected light in rainbows, and a stola, a stiff circular garment of woven metallic threads, worn around the neck and which settled over the upper chest, shoulders, and back -- and the wig, long black hair braided with gems and gold wires, the crest of the imperial family woven in to sit just above the forehead.

So they know. I should not be surprised. Her mind flew back over the thousands of miles and days since she'd last worn such finery, fingers drifting over the fabric with something akin to longing. With a sigh, Yasminna turned away, bringing her thoughts back into the here and now. Moving to the desk, she wrote out a note of thanks to the head of the Conclave, then signed and sealed it with the imprint of her signet ring.

Noble Lord, you honor me with your recognition of my true identity and my rank in my homeland. Please accept my gratitude for that -- but, as you likely guessed, this is not the time or place or task for an Imperial Princess of Sundarya. My thanks as well for the options you have provided.

If I may ask, however, I would like to send my Imperial sister a communication explaining my progress to date on the task she's set for me. My letters to her have been roundabout and cryptic, to date. It would set her mind at ease to know I am yet alive and working on her behalf, and on behalf of our beloved homeland. Is there a way to do this in your power which could not be intercepted by agents of our Enemy?

With much gratitude, I remain your Servant,

Yasminna al'Sundarya

"Amirah, please see this delivered to the head of the Conclave here, with my thanks." She handed it to unseen hands. Perversely, her mind recalled the end of her recent bathtime conversation with Aislinn. Tob. Attracted to me, of all women living. I... never would have thought... Regretfully, she removed the Sundaryan nobleman's outfit from the wardrobe, knowing the garb of the princess would likely just overwhelm the poor man at this point. She did, however, leave her clean hair loose and waving about her face, put the small golden hoops her sister had given her in her ears, and even touched her lips with the rouge provided before she left to join her friends

The note floated away and out the door.

Li-eira took her time before joining the others. She took a luxurious bubble bath, and spent extra time on combing and drying her long blond hair. She wished that Aislinn and Yasminna could have shared the beds in her four person suite, but that was not to be. When she finally left to join the others she was in a pretty yet simple yellow dress that they hadn't seen before and smelled faintly of strawberries.

Once the door closed behind her, Aislinn did much as Yasminna. She just appreciated the time alone. Settling her pack at the foot of her bed, she opened the wardrobe and found the clothing Tuigyth said would be there. Though their forms surprised her a little: A warm soft robe, just right to put on after bathing, a pair of pants and a shirt not unlike what she wore now, though made of finer materials and a lovely dress in a beautiful shade of rose, trimmed with white lace and dark pink ribbons. Satin slippers, the same hue as the dress, rested under it and a pair of cotton ones waited under the robe.

Aislinn thought a while on whether she'd wear the dress provided or the clean leggings and shirt. "Perhaps if we're here for more than a day, I'll wear the dress," she thought, though she wasn't sure why she was shying away from it, considering how much she wanted to wear a dress again. She was shying away from a lot of things, these last few days, she realized. "Perhaps it's time to fix that," she mused. She pulled out the robe and it's slippers and changed into them.

She pulled her other, dirty clothing out of her pack and placed them on the small table with the clothes she'd just removed. "May I have these cleaned before we leave, please?" she asked the air, feeling strange doing so. Then, she went down to the bath, looking forward to the luxury of hot water again.

Since there was time when she returned from her bath, she wrote another letter to her mother, letting her know all that's occurred since her last missive. She even apologized for the angry tone of the last letter, stemming from the knowledge she gained at the Vale.

When she appeared for dinner, she chose to listen to the advice she offered her dear friend earlier and donned the lovely pink dress. Fortunately, her green hair ribbon was a nice complement, rather than a harsh clashing of colors, so she wore that, as well.

Giacomo smiled and flopped down on his bed. A bed! He laughed as he stretched out and pulled off his boots. Soon, he had unwound enough for a bath.

After the bath, he dressed in simple clothes and read from a book of poetry he carried with him until it was time for dinner.

"Invisible servants?!" Coren muttered to himself as he warily set off towards his room. "Why can't these white robes do things normally? And I don't need a servant" Coren added out loud, calling out to the air and the unseen guide that was, supposedly, present.

Coren continued to mutter and curse as he looked around his temporary place of residence. He didn't like being here but he had to be here and that was that. He remembered how the white robed sorcerers had helped during the battle of Per and other times during the War. If they were going to face the coming storm, the witchcraft of the white ones would come in handy.

Coren shuddered at the idea.

Still, whilst he was here he had best make the most of it, he thought. And so he began to wash himself and make himself more presentable. He discarded most of the new clothes in the wardrobe other than a new shirt to replace his grubby, and badly cut, old one. And all the while, of course, he silently cursed the unseen servant that kept tidying up after him.

"Are you there, spirit?" Tob asked the unseen host. "Very well. Um, I'd like these swords honed and oiled, and my leather paraffined for tomorrow. It's a formal dinner tonight. I'm no good at those, so I'll need your help getting ready. I need better clothes, if you can get them, these are too road worn and they smell. And draw me a bath." He took off his scabbard and baldric, and began peeling out of the clothes that he had worn for days with nothing but rain for a laundry. "I need to shave, too, I guess. A nice hot shave would be grand if you could make that happen."

Tob was amazed at the flurry of activity that began once his orders were issued. His sheathed blades were carried aloft and his armor followed. The ranger was amazed at the dexterity of the invisible hands that gave him a wonderful, hot shave.

* * * * *

The group were assembled in the Hall of the Conclave which was located at the very top of the tower. The was was plush with all manner of fantastic creatures sculpted in marble. Giant arches formed the wall and frescoes were painted within each archway. The center of the room was dominated by a large silver circular table that was opened on end to allow entry into the center. There were chairs for the seven travellers as well as the seven members of the Conclave. One chair was empty.

Tuigyth rose and stood as he introduced the Conclave members that were present. There were three humans, who he introduced first, and another Choshu at the table. Tuigyth presented Danathar the Silver Magus who was the head of the Conclave, the twins Polliar and his sister Tymerah who was the Order's Kesaerat Magus. She was responsible for designing and coducting the Test of Silver for each Seeker. Li-eira recognized Thys-Il'uathar the Choshu who was the Circle's Quericus Magus. He was the one responsbile for finding suitable Seekers.

"Sanyangia was delayed, Master Danathar. She will join us when she is able to return." He then looked at the guests as he continued. "I know you have come seeking council and offering information. You shall have both of those this evening, but let us enjoy this meal, first, before we attend those matters."

He sat down as a feast was brought forth by more invisible servants. Simple conversations dominated the evening until the servants ultimately cleared the table of all but drink. Tuigyth arose and walked around the table until he entered the circle. He bowed to the Conclave members present, then to the guests.

"Members of the Conclave," he began. "We have guests that have travelled far to seek our council. They also come with words of their own. May I present the Tree of the West, the Storm Herald. Janus of Beldrem the Druid of Derugar." Tuigyth then walked out of the circle and returned to his seat.

Li-eira's eyes swung to regard Janus fondly. The invisible servant came and refilled her glass with spiced wine. Her mood was lighter than usual and getting more pleasant with each drink.

Now that it came down to it, Janus was unsure what to say, one wrong word here, and things could go horribly wrong. He rose, from his chair and bowed, with his right palm pressed to his chest. "Thank you, Tuigyth, you, and your Order honor us with your hospitality, and the succor of your halls is enough to justify our stop, if nothing else comes of this meeting than a sharing of information."

Janus paused a moment, and smiled, once the words started to flow, he found them easier in the coming. "We bring dark tidings, and ill news, I am afraid. The Bright One is moving again, preparing a new assault on the free peoples of the West. I have been the bearer of a dark vision, in which the dead rise, and all is laid to rot and ruin. The vision repeats, with a fresh horror, each night in my dreams, and my companions, have been incorporated in it, each as they pledged to help. We go to seek the Palace of the Dead, to seek the Burning Blade, though, we know not what it is, we are led to believe it will help to fight the onslaught of the Un-natural Evil."

Mention of Janus' vision sobered Li-eira's mood a bit. He so rarely spoke of his dark dreams, and she wasn't sure if he was still having them. She had assumed, that night when they all shared the vision of the setting sun and cherub faced child, that it would have brought an end to his night torments. It was something that she would remember to ask of him the next time they spoke.

He paused again, and took a small sip of his spiced wine, to lubricate his voice before he spoke once more. "The agents of the Enemy are aware of us, and hunting us, trying to undo us before we ever reason out what it is that needs done. We know not the nature nor the form of the agents of the enemy, and in our hurried travels, the need for secrecy has kept us from perhaps hearing news or tidings that might indicate such."

"The time is coming, for those of good heart and noble purpose to set aside their squabbles, and stand together, shoulder to shoulder against the Storm. It is with that in mind that I warn you, and counsel you to make yourselves ready. Listen with all your ears, watch with all your eyes, for the Hammer of the Enemy is poised, and ready to smite us all."

Aislinn watched and listened, to both Janus and the Conclave's members. She wasn't sure what to expect from them, but hoped they'd hear what Janus was saying and agree to do what they could to help.

Janus' words pretty much echoed Coren's own thoughts. He nodded as the druid asked the mages to be ready and to stand together.

Li-eira couldn't help but be proud of Janus. He did such a wonderful job speaking to the Conclave and it made her optimistic about the future, knowing that the Master Druid would be leading the fight against the darkness. If he inspired the others even half as much as he inspired her, they could not lose.

Tob sat awkwardly in finery usually worn by men of wealth, power, and title. He kept his eyes on Janus, to avoid staring down any of the collected magi around the table. He was not used to seeing Janus the leader when he had grown up with Janus the younger friend. He was impressed, and he could tell that the Silver Hand magi were, too.

Yasminna sat quietly, trying to pay attention to the Conclave as Janus spoke. She could admit her difficulties to herself, knew her eyes were straying to Tob at every opportunity, wished she knew even yet what to say or do about the revelations in the bath. He hadn't once looked at her since entering, but he did look as nervous as a cat with nine tails in a roomful of rocking chairs... Luckbringer forfend, I am even starting to think in Tob's aphorisms!... Sternly, she brought her attention back to the task at hand -- the Conclave were not overgenerous with their expressions and body language, but there would be something to be gleaned, if she could just pay attention...

Yasminna detected no hidden movements from the conclave. They were reserved, yes, but that was normal and expected.

Danathar nodded at Janus' words. "We are eager, Master Janus," Danathar began, "to not only hear your words but to offer what we may in these darkening days. We would gladly hear you out and see what we might accomplish together. If it is as your dreams revealed, then we must all be diligent. Please, you and your companions may speak freely, and you have our complete attention."

Janus nodded, seemingly relieved that they were not going to be run out of the Tower on a rail. "I do not know much about the capabilities of your order, nor how far across the lands your collective arm reaches, and that hampers my ability to ask assistance. I would ask if you have recieved tidings of the enemy moving in the lands around here, behind us to the south, or ahead of us in Freehold and the Guardian Isle. I would also ask for any counsel you might have about The Isle, The Palace Under the Sea, or the Burning Blade. Our ignorance is our greatest weakness, and the peril of the West."

Danathar's expression saddened for a moment as his eyes drifted off towards some unseen point in the air above Janus. "Our reach is nowhere near as long as it was before the start of the war. The mass killings in Nordren as well as the destruction of our tower there has caused us great harm. Once, we numbered in the thousands. Now, there are less than one hundred Pathmagi of the Silver Hand. We are hard pressed to hold out against the might of the Dragonlords. No doubt Traugur's machinations to keep us pinned in up here in the north. Something is stirring up here, however. There is movement amongst the Dragonlords, and Freehold would have to be their target. Our library is at your disposal if you need to see what you might learn about Guardian's Isle or the Palace. The library is, unfortunately, a mere shell of what it used to be. We lost much knowledge when our tower was destroyed in Nordren. We are still awaiting word from south. Hopefully, once Sanyangia returns, we will have that word."

"So the Dragonlords are preparing to attack Freehold", Coren muttered. It agreed with the rumours that Yahim had mentioned. "Damn their hides!" he cursed to himself then looked up at the mages. If they do attack, this tower is at threat. Their help would be vital, thought Coren but did not say anything at this time.

Janus nodded, and spared a look at each of his comapnions, in turn. "I see," he began, as he turned back to the Conclave, "I did not realize that straits were so dire, here. Is there a Librarian, who is familiar with what remains, who might speed us in our search? Surely, someone of your order knows what is in the Library."

Yasminna followed as closely as she could, not speaking (Janus was rising to the occasion with admirable grace and eloquence), simply watching the conclave members for all the information their facial expressions and body language would provide. `Sanyangia' is a Sundaryan name, though an uncommon one. I hope she returns before we must leave. It would be good to see fellow countrywoman again.

The young druid began to slowly walk forward, chin high, his hands clasped together behind his back as he approached the august personages of the Conclave. "I would ask one more thing, a thing I have no right to ask, nor reason to think you would grant, other than your grasp of the peril we all face. Do you have any enchantments, which you could help us with? Perhaps a wand, unused and forgotten, for Li-Eira, a few arrows for Tob, potions of any sort, an old scroll, any item that seems so minor to be of no use. We need assistance, we face foes beyond our abilities, and any help no matter how minor, could mean the difference between success and failure."

Giacomo sat silently, picking at his food. As beautiful as this place was, this conversation was bringing home the gravity of their situation. War or the promise of war was on every horizon. And, they were the saviors of this. Li-eria focused on Janus; and was clearly smitten with him. He supposed that's why she lacked vision in this case. It was not Janus that was important: it was the group of them, from Janus to Giacomo each would play a part. It was like a body, and while there might be lesser body part, none were expendable. He studied the faces of his companions, friends - as he was coming to think of them. Could they rise to the challenge? Would they hold together or would they fall separately.

He knew in his heart that he should must make peace with Li-eria. The bonds that this group would form would be their salvation in the end. Giacomo saw that in the prophesy. There was no other way for any of them to enjoy what peace for which they would bleed.

"All of our remaining books," Tuigyth replied "are catalogued for ease of reference, Master Janus. I am sure I can locate someone to assist with your research if you would like."

"I wish we had a storeroom of goods to give you," Danathar said. "We will, however, see what if anything we have that you may find useful. Li-eira understands, though, that there will be limits to what spells she can channel. We will make spells available to her that she can cast, as well as helping her in the future as she grows in power."

Giacomo stood to be recognized, "If it would not be too much of a burden, could I be permitted access to your spellbooks. My knowledge is more eclectic and less useful."

Tuigyth looked around at the other members of the Conclave as something silent passed between them all. The elven Magus then returnied his gaze to the bard. "Your ways of casting spells are not of any path. Normally we would not allow access to our spells. In this case, however, we are in agreement that a benefit to you would be a benefit to the order. We will provide assistance to you in this manner as well as Li-eira."

"I thank you." Giacomo said in Choshutoquenese, bowing slightly. "I hope to bring honor to your trust."

Janus smiled, and extended his hand to shake Tuigyth's. "I thank you, and your Order, on behalf of all of my friends. If its alright with you, we will be staying tonight and tomorrow night, then movingon about our way, we have precious little time, and already have an appointment we have to meet. All of your help, and you hospitality brings credit to your Conclave. Would you have any counsel for us, about traveling to the Palace under the sea?"

Tuigyth received Janus' hand in the tradition of Men. It was familiar to him but obviously not a gesture he had used regularly. He did smile and there was a twinkle in the elves' lavendar eyes.

"You are all welcome to stay as long as you need," Danathar replied. "We know you have pressing matters, but please feel free to take respite here while you can. The stories of the palace under the sea refers to the catacombs under Guardian's Isle. Perhaps you can find out more in our library. Freehold would be the place for you to find a ship to take you to that place. May I ask as to the specifics of your appointment?"

"We intend to meet with an ally from Freehold, our tentative plan is to meet him near the Waterfalls of Lake Ilfus. We are led to believe that he has or may have information for us."

"Aye, I know where this palace of ice under the sea is", remarked Coren, quietly. "We just don't know anything about what's in it. Still, I should be able to get us a ship to the Guardian Isle. It'll be good to travel the seas again".

Danathar's gazed stayed upon Janus as the head of the conclave cocked his head slightly. Either the druid didn't trust him, or withheld the specifics of this ally for another reason. "We do have some contacts inside Freehold if you have need of our assistance in that manner. We are hopeful to have word about the movements of the Dragonlords soon as well. I will be certain to keep you informed if anything important is discovered."

Janus nodded, processing that offer of assistance and what it could mean. He took his hand back, and returned to the table with his friends, where he resumed his seat. "What do you all think? I know the man moves about with secrecy, and may not want his identity and whereabouts generally known. I would think it would be better if we just went with our original plan to sneak in and make contact."

"We can trust the Conclave." Li-eira said simply. "...and it would keep us from having to split up. But if we need provisions anyway, then a trip to Freehold will be hard to avoid." She seemed a bit more scattered than usual and in the end just shrugged her shoulders.

"Of course we can trust them, Li-eira, but our ally's identity and locaction are not our secrets to give." Janus picked up his spiced wine and took a sip, as he looked at Aislinn. He knew next to nothing about the man, afterall, and didnt want to give away anything that may compromise him.

Aislinn sipped her wine while she processed all that had been said. "Yet if we continue to be as secretive as we've been lamenting Goentryx and others have been, we'll get nowhere," she pointed out. She turned her gaze to Danathar and smiled. "We seek my foster uncle, Atreus of Verengaard. We were told he was in Freehold and awaits us to impart more information we need. If it's all right, perhaps your contacts can bring him here so we might speak with him? If I can get a message to him quickly from here, it would only help expedite things, I believe."

Danathar nodded. "I can understand your concerns for secrecy. Rest assured that your revelation will, in no way, impede your mission or your progress." He then looked at Aislinn and continued. "We would be more than happy to send word to him. I can guarantee that no one be he will receive the message that you are here and seeking an audience with him. If you are in agreement, we will send word this very night. I would imagine we should have a response from him quite early as well."

"Thank you, Danathar. I think we'll all enjoy the respite here, in our own ways." A playful smile quirked at the corners of her mouth and her eyes danced merrily. Even with that, it was tough to tell what she might be thinking. She looked to Janus and raised her eyebrows slightly. At his little wave of deference, she turned back to Danathar. "I would be grateful if you would send a message to him, tonight, thank you. The sooner we talk to him,the better, I think."

"Respectfully, Magus, how do you intend to signal him?" Tob asked. "Our foe wields magic with ease, and expects to confront it. The secret ways of the Gods are an open book to him. Would more mundane means of sending a message be more secure at this point?"

"We will be able to get word to him and him alone, Master Tob. Just let me know what you want to the message to convey. His reply will be protected as well, and we will let you know once it arrives."

"I think it'll be all right, Tob," Aislinn smiled at the man, thanking him for his concern. She turned back to Danathar. "If you could just tell him I and my companions are here and we'd like him to come speak with us as soon as he may, that will be sufficient."

"Consider it done."

Li-eira grinned at Aislinn, wondering what was going on behind those dancing eyes. She was still smiling when she turned back to Danathar. "Also, of small importance, we have a ring of abjuration, that I'm unable to identify. Could someone take a look at it for us while we're here?"

"I will be happy to identity it for you, Li-eira," Polliar, one of the twins said. "Have it sent to me tomorrow morning if you don't mind."

"Thank you." Li-eira gave Polliar a grateful smile, then she scooted her chair back a bit and stood up, the grandiose table making her keenly aware of her short stature. She reached into the folds of her pretty yellow dress and pulled out a crumpled up scroll. "Would the Conclave be interested in hearing the completed prophecy that we received from the Tomiak Oracle? I was going to share it with my friends tonight, and your combined experience might offer us some additional insight. The translation was only completed last night...with Giacomo's help." The last words were spoken out of necessity rather than a true desire to acknowledge the bard's help.

The dishes were cleared as brandy was poured for each at the table. Danathar rose and issued a toast to those present.

We know not what the future will truly hold, but we are greatful that we have been able to provide some succor to you who carry the burden of the West upon your shoulders."

Each of the members of the Conclave then rose and presented their glass to the seven that had come to them this day. "We would love" Danathar told Li-eira, "to hear what you have deciphered from your readings, dear Li-eira."

Li-eira curtsied politely and smoothed the scroll on the table in front of her.

Giacomo turned his chair slightly to face Li-eira and gave her his full attention. The last time this prophesy was read aloud, it caused a powerful magical effect and he worried that it might again. Of course, this time, it would be she doing the reading. Perhaps, the magics in this place would undo the power of the enchantment.

The path mage could see Giacomo shift out of the corner of her eye. She considered that it might seem odd, maybe even rude to the others, that she was taking the liberty to read the translation instead of first offering the option to the bard. Unfortunately, the idea of hearing him read the prophecy again wasn't something that she could stomach, and she decided to fore go what etiquette might dictate.

"The Tomiak Oracle, provided us some of the ancient scripts of the poet, Llorethyrr’nyn? He was a choshu poet, that was said to have gone mad and failed to produce any works of note after his Quillnor eshu Deguathadathanaan.” She inclined her head respectfully towards Giacomo when she said this, since he was the one that had originally educated her on that fact. "What I will be reading is the translated portions that tell of the coming storm."

"A thousand lives meets sightless eyes and summons Fox to guard the Tree.
The Great White Beast of the north, slain, shall walk again with the She-wolf by her side.
Hawk shall rise as the full Moon sings a ballad to the Lord of Light.
In a silent shroud of noise, the palace below the sea of ice reveals a Disciple sought by three.
Unto one clings another. Third joins with the past of a bloodline forsaken, forgotten, denied.
The hardest of choices is often to choose the difference between wrong and right.
At last it is seen; the beams break through the clouds
As the child is ripped from the womb.
Divine and unholy. Hunger and blood are it’s shroud,
Revenge will arise from it’s tomb.

Many Moons will pass the sky
Until the gates are opened and a new fire will blaze the way.
A single sign, a simple act repeated since time began
Will herald the start of salvation and the beginning of the Darkness.

Glad of heart and full of life
The sons of man must bury the wrath and unite.
A secret revealed can turn the tide
But fear will rule long past a revelation.

She will hold the key to a nation,
And her words shall lead them e'er to the Darkness.
Will love forgive and remember the moment
Or will Darkness hold forever it's grip upon the heart."

It took Li-eira several minutes to finish reading the scroll in it's entirety. She almost knew it by heart, but still she read from her crisp flowery script. Pausing after each line to allow it to be digested before going on to the next line.

The members of the Conclave sat silently while Li-eira recited the words that she and Giacomo had translated and desciphered. Each could be seen moving their lips as if reciting to memory that which Li-eira had just uttered.

Tuigyth, Astrologer to the Conclave, looked around at everyone gathered. "There is power to those words, and the nighttime crossing of Verengaard is tied with this. It is right that you speak with Brother Atreus, then. Surely The Knights of Verengaard have knowledge to share. As far as the rest...what do you think" he asked towards the group.

As the mages began to speak of the prophecy Yasminna gave up trying to attend their words. Neither magic nor prophecy were her expertise and she left it to those who were entitled to form an opinion on it. Left with no other purpose, her thoughts strayed once again to Aislinn's observations, and though she could have kicked herself for it, she could not stop her eyes from wandering to Tob once more. Uncharacteristically, she reached for her winecup and drank a little more deeply (through sheer inattention more than anything else). Could Aislinn (and Janus) have been mistaken?

Tob looked at Yasminna, sensing her eyes on him. He lifted his hands over his plate and attempted the signs that she had struggled to teach him over the weeks of late night watches. "Eat you later," he signed, with a look of confidence in his eyes. That look evaporated as he observed Yasminna's pained, but subtle wince. Frantically, he tried again. "Speak you later," he signed, his own eyebrows raised for confirmation, embarrassment clear on his face.

We must work on his covertcy skills, she mused, twitching her fingers in the sign of assent. Yasminna could feel the color high in her cheeks, felt the corners of her mouth twitch into a smile -- one was not supposed to look at the person to whom one was speaking in this mode, but Tob was a beginner and she needed to assure herself he understood. She cast about for the simple signs she knew he understood, settling on "my sleep camp" and twitching and eyebrow to signal confirmation from him.

Tob nodded his assent, and turned to study the magi. The corners of his mouth turned up slightly. He was pleased to have the invitation, and eager to share his concerns and ideas with Yasminna, whose tactical considerations so closely matched his own. A formidable woman was a rare and daunting splendor, and he hadn't the faintest idea what to make of her yet. He respected her as Yahim as much as Yasminna, although she looked much better with gold hoops in her ears and color on her lips.

Janus sighed a bit, and sipped at the liquor in his glass, then started to load his pipe.

Many Moons will pass the sky
Until the gates are opened and a new fire will blaze the way.
A single sign, a simple act repeated since time began
Will herald the start of salvation and the beginning of the Darkness.

Clearly this refers to the sun blazing across the night sky, and the face of the child that appeared in our shared vision. I believe that child to be the salvation. Though Im not sure what the beginning of darkness is. Nor am I sure what the rest of it means.

Tuigyth nodded as Janus spoke his thoughts. "I believe you are right in analyzing the lines for meaning. Is "the simple act" the crossing of Verengaard in the night? Or is it something else. I also believe you are correct about the child. There are, obviously, two sides to the conflict. If the crossing of Verengaard signaled the start of salvation, then it would also mean that the conflict has formally begun, hence the beginning of the Darkness. Let's see what we have here, so far. Opening of gates when the the fire blazes the way. Something opened when Verengaard crossed the sky, perhaps? A simple act repeated since time began heralded salvation...heralded the child's arrival?"

The elven Magus looked off into the distance as he pondered his own words.

Given room to think a bit now that her mind had cleared a bit, Yasminna shrugged, more than a little impatient with this whole prophecy business. "Perhaps this will sound disingenuous coming from me, but you may well be overcomplicating it. Darkness comes after the light of the sun has departed -- we saw the light of Verenguaard in the middle of the night. It rose and set in a matter of moments. That heralds the darkness to come. Or which is now upon us, I suppose. Metaphorically speaking."

"I can certainly see why that would be a consideration," Tuigyth replied. "The fact, however, that Darkness is used as a proper name is consistent with it being more than what follows the crossing of the sun. You have a very quick mind, Yasminna. Sometimes undercomplicating things does not come easily to those of us who dwell within more scholarly pusuits. We most assuredly welcome the fresh perspective."

She picked up her winecup again, shrugging. "Perhaps the forces of darkness must be permitted to think they have the upper hand in this conflict for a brief time before the light may once again prevail -- in the form of the child to come, perhaps."

Coren had been busy quaffing his drink whilst the others talked. He'd listened intently as Li-eira recited the rest of the prophecy and had tried to understand some part of it but the words just swam around his head like lost little minnows.

Draining his glass, Coren grunted.

"It all means little to me", he shrugged. "The verse is full of lines that go against themselves. The start of salvation and the beginning of darkness? Which one is it!? Or is salvation also a darkness?"

Coren shook his head, trying to loosen his confusion.

"Still, I think you're right Janus. Verengaard rises, passes over us and then sets every day. It is a simple act repeated since time began. So when Verengaard passed over us that night it was this simple act that heralded salvation and darkness".

"But that means," mused Coren, "that according to the prophecy many moons have passed between the child being ripped from the womb and this sign, the sign we saw just weeks ago. So that child might be someone who was born many years ago, now an adult. One who is divine and unholy".

Coren couldn't help himself. His gaze briefly turned Aislinn's way. Being a Child of Mathern, it could be said that she was divine. But she was also the Lich Lord's daughter and so, in a way, she was unholy.

He saw the priestess's pale face and haunted eyes. Apparently, he hadn't been the only one mulling that possibility. She felt the tendrils of despair licking at her again. Firmly, she mentally hacked at them as she looked into her brandy. Resolutely, she set the glass aside and sat up a little straighter in her chair, putting her attention on the conversation once more.

Coren quickly looked away.

"Anyway, what do I know?" he muttered, trying not to look back at Aislinn. "The things in the prophecy may not happen one after another. Maybe they're all mixed up? I'm more interested in these sons of man that must bury their wrath and unite. That might be the Barons of Derugar? Or maybe just that everyone needs to be together to fight the armies of darkness, the peoples of Sundarya, Northreach and everyone in between?"

"Including", added Coren looking at Tuigyth, "you white robes".

Janus nodded and held his pipe to his lips, while the unseen servant fetched him a tunder and held it over the bowl to light it with. "You must be in a bad way, before you even need a savior, or the salvation he or she brings." He said as he exhaled a stream of blue smoke. So in that regard the beginning of salvation and darkness line makes sense to me. The sun arcing across the sky was the signal that the savior was born, and the darkness will now surge, trying to overwhelm us before he (or she) can help."

"Has a child just been born that we are now in a race to find?" Tob asked.

Nods of agreement peppered the discussions of the guests. "I believe," Danathar began, "that there is truth in much of what was just said. You are correct Master Coren. I believe that one should not look at the placement of words as an exact representation of lineal events. And I can assure you that we will do everything we can to hold back Traugur and his minions."

Looking a little forlornly at his empty glass, Coren then added, "We should also get a message to the Clan chiefs in Freehold and tell them that the Dragonlords are thinking of attacking them. If they've got a warning, they can prepare defenses, amass provisions, and the like".

He turned to Aislinn and said, "Perhaps when we see this Lord Atreus, we can tell him and he can take word back to Freehold and the chiefs?".

Janus looked across at Coren and nodded in agreement. "A fine idea. I suspect they already know, though. Afterall, we heard about the Dragonlords preparing their attack when we were in Derugar. I can't believe that none of the free peoples of the Northwest have spies and scouts, to keep tabs on their enemy. Even still, it doesn't hurt to make sure."

"Perhaps even better, provide us something of a distraction," Yasminna suggested, "all the easier for us to slip onto the Guardian Isle unnoticed."

"That would certainly be a help," Mathern's priestess nodded. "We'll also see what my uncle knows and what the clan chiefs know about the Dragonlords," she continued with a smile for Coren. As well as see what our next step is supposed to be, apparently, though like Janus, I'm getting mighty tired of being led around by the nose so that our every move is known by both sides before we do it." She sighed and shook her head slightly and turned back to the mage's of the Conclave.

"It may not be a valid thought, but couldn't part of this prophecy be talking to the 'other side,' as it were, instead of talking of it? If so, which part?" she cast a grin at Yasminna. "Or is that complicating things even more? Holy Mother knows I do enough of that kind of thing, elsewhere."

Tuigyth considered the priestess' words. "I believe that the prophecy is talking both sides, not just one or the the other. If it is a prediction of events, it would seem that the events happen for all. Let us assume that the Darkness refers to Arluth Traugur and his push into the West. It would seem that some of his movements coincided with the events mentioned in the prophecy. Unfortunately, we do not know if there were any other writings that might shed some more light on these predictions."

The Sundar woman looked at her friend, and shook her head ruefully. "Forgive my violent nature, my friend, but if we get that close to the Lord of Lies or his minions, I will likely be shooting first and saving the talking for later. Prophecy or no."

"I know and I would be in there with you, as I could," the priestess smiled and shrugged. "I just wondered if it was a valid thought or not. I mean, it was only implied that the forces of Traugur knew of our prophecy. Do they have their own prophecy or does part of the one we just heard apply to them, rather than us. To me, one or the other seem not only logical but likely."

Janus sipped at the brandy, relishing the warmth as it slid down his throat. Not as good as Goentryx' berryshine, but good enough. He thought, before he piped up. "I'm not sure. I mean doesn't a prophecy describe future events? When considered that way, wouldn't this one be equally informative and applicable to everyone?"

Li-eira was lost in her own thoughts, as she fiddled absently with her glass of brandy. It was such a gift to be inside of the safe walls of her tower once again, to know that she and her friends would be safe for at least one night from the darkness that sought them. She brought the dark liquid to her mouth and took a small sip, enjoying the warmth that it brought her. She felt a thought tickling the back of her mind that she should share, but it left her just as quickly as it came to her.

Stifling a yawn, Yasminna arose from her seat and nodded to the head of the Conclave and the other Magi. "My lords and ladies, it has been a long journey and my mind has little patience for hashing and rehashing riddles, it seems. I would be excused, if I may. Janus, I am at your assistance tomorrow in the library, of course. If someone would let me know when Lord Atreus is to arrive? And pass on my regards to Sanyangia, when she returns. Good evening, gentles."

"Rest well, my friend," Aislinn smiled. She took another thoughtful sip of her brandy, then shook her head. "I think she has the right of it, though. As much as we could sit here and banter about the meanings and intent of the prophecy, it might do us all some good to get a good, long rest tonight. No need for watches, our minds can truly relax and we can look at things with much clearer vision and focus. To that end, I hope Mathern watches over your sleep," she said with a gentle smile.

As soon as Yasminna stood, Janus popped to his feet. "I appreciate your learned help, Yahi... Yasminna," he plainly had to force her real name from his throat. "Good night, and sleep well."

Giacomo stood with the others, "Agreed. To bed." He said, finishing his cup and placing it back on the table. He smiled to his hosts, "Thank you for your hospitality, it was a welcome change." He bowed slightly and then walked off toward his apartment.

Aislinn watched the bard leave, a mysterious expression on her face. She turned back to the Conclave, her smile like a benediction. "I'll turn in myself, I think. It's been a rather long week, emotionally." The priestess stood and curtsied a little. "Thank you again for your hospitality. I wish you all a good night." Her smile turned truly affectionate when she turned it on her remaining friends before she stepped out and went back down to her own room.

Dinner had been a long drawn out affair and Li-eira was just finishing off her brandy as it started to break off. There was a warmth about her and a giddiness that she wasn't accustomed to, and the idea of ending the evening wasn't the least bit appealing. She looked down the length of the table as everyone was getting up and gave Janus a lingering look when she caught his eye.

With that all rose to say their good nights and agreed to meet again in the morning to break their fasts. Tuigyth said they would all be brought to the dining hall in the morning.

When Yasminna finally returned to her room and looked around, she noticed an ornate box on the table. She opened it and removed a note.

Your Highness, please feel free to use this device to send the message you inquiired about. You may write your missive on one of the special pieces of parchment. Once you are done, seal it with the enclosed wax. The light the brazier you will find in the box and burn the letter. Your message will be delivered to the person you addressed it to.

Danathar

GM OOC: I will be closing this and will hopefully have the next move ready to go soon.