The Journey North


The Journey North


Three travelers rise from the village of Dardek and begin journeying north to the citadel of Greanfas. The group is comprised of two men, one young, the other old, and a lady elf, majestic in frame and composure. There is an air of serious anticipation amongst them. Still, the more they walk, the more it is replaced by beautiful surroundings and fruitful conversation.

They pass down a long and large hillside. At least they think it is a hillside. Keatoph wonders if it could be deemed a mountain. The view is breathtaking. Low floating clouds pass just over their heads. In the distance and over the trees, occasional fields and rolling grasslands can be seen.

At the end of their third day away from civilization, they find a quiet place to rest. It is guarded by bushes, hills, and stones. It is a small dip, tucked into the forest. In fact, they had not seen it until they were at it’s lip.

It is a pleasant looking area, quite like the rest of the forest. However, it’s base is flat and ornamented with fall leaves and branches. Also, the ground that surrounds it is a short and sudden wall, which could be looked over from within the pit. The group is glad to stop here for the night. This is especially true for Rhokie, whose age disagrees with the pace of his adventure.

They set up camp in peaceful quiet. Keatoph gathers firewood, Ophni prepares their cots, and Rhokie makes their food. Much like every night prior, the wizard completes his task most quickly. From the darkness of his cloak he pulls out jars, filled with salads, toppings, and berries. Then once the fire is lit, he whispers a word into the woods and meat appears above the flame. They settle some logs around the heat as the temperature drops to a chill and speak to each other of their lives as they have known them.

As the night grows darker, their stomachs begin to warp with knots of stress and fear, that is of course, with the exception of the wizard.

“Tomorrow we arrive at Greanfas,” Keatoph says. It is a truth that has been staring at them from the corner of the campground all evening. The young warrior feels it is time to call it forth.

“Yes,” Rhokie, agrees, tapping a sophisticated looking metal orb against the rock he sits on. The stone inside it glows through its Celtic knots. “Let’s talk about that.”

He rolls the sphere onto the ground. The light inside it bursts through the space above it, projecting memories into the world.

“This is my old friend, Savine,” the grey wizard informs. “She was an excellent mage.”

Light bends around itself. In its glow, the female wizardess travels down a corridor, smiling. From the corner of Keatoph’s eye, he can see Rhokie smiling back.

“Will she be joining us?” Keatoph asks.