Altriona: Escape from Tobaro
Feb. 19th, 2010 10:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
velvetpageOh, it is good, good to be at sea again! With all the troubles that beset us and the questions still unanswered, this remains: that we might feel the wind on our faces, see it filling our sails, and know ourselves to be in our element once again!
The banker of Kovnos Merchant House rescued Lorandara and myself from the ruins of Manoro di Gibraldi yester-eve, and took us thence to his warehouse, opposite which was the berth of our ship, the Lanair. We performed such items of personal care as would make us again presentable, feeling much better when we had done so.
Lorandara and I spoke at length with Tidurion. We have decided that we must offer to release the elves on our crew to find new berths on other ships, for we cannot embroil them any further than we have in the battle for our House in which we are currently engaged. Meanwhile, we were forced to bring along the banker, one Jakob Galeiter, for the alternative was his arrest at the hands of the Night Watch for having offered us aid. I am not yet convinced that our ship will be a better place for him, but we could do no better by him than this.
We were visited as well by the Magister of the Golden Order, with whom we had visited before to discuss a cure for Mallion. My brother surprised us all by appearing before the alchemist, who advised us to either kill him or abandon him. He opined that the chaos and disorder that had plagued us in Tobaro would continue to follow us wherever we went, so long as we had Morethlaine with us. We would not give him up, however, and the magister did finally reveal another avenue for our search. It would seem there is a Green Mage in the Borderlands, one Palrion by name, who might be able to help us, and possibly for the price of a few magical items which he had not managed to procure for himself. The Magister uttered the name Karak Azgal, the Dragon's Crag, as the place to go for these items. I know of it only as a horror of legend, but I suspect I will know it better hereafter.
We are determined, Lorandara and I, to go on, and never to go home as long as Mallion remains as he is. I find myself almost elated by this prospect, for I had no wish to go home and resume the life of an insipid lady fending off the suitors chosen for her by a patricidal sibling.
In the morning, the city of Tobaro closed its port until such time as we had been apprehended. Not desiring the type of hospitality which was on offer, we broke out from our cover and made for the nearest gate. There was a chain strung across it just above sea level, which would sink our ship in moments should we attempt to breach it. Its mechanism was a winch in a guard tower guarded by three humans. The battle was short; Mallion injured one, whom Lorandara then killed in a display of radiance coupled with a spoken order to the monster which should keep our new human crew members from trifling with her. I shot the one who was attempting to aim a cannon at us, such that he ceased that activity. The third was killed by Lorandara's radiant gaze. Mallion released the winch and we were off.
We sail for Sartosa, the pirate port, there to deposit the banker and hopefully - if Valadar has not seen through our request - take on a cargo. I did not express to Lorandara that the only remaining alternative would be piracy if Valadar did not release the funds, but truly I see no other way. In the meantime, my sister and I have ceased to function as lady elves and will henceforth act as crewmembers. I am the acknowledged quartermaster, making me responsible for such matters of discipline as may arise. After Sartosa, we will make for the borderlands.
May the elven gods have mercy on us in our quest.
The banker of Kovnos Merchant House rescued Lorandara and myself from the ruins of Manoro di Gibraldi yester-eve, and took us thence to his warehouse, opposite which was the berth of our ship, the Lanair. We performed such items of personal care as would make us again presentable, feeling much better when we had done so.
Lorandara and I spoke at length with Tidurion. We have decided that we must offer to release the elves on our crew to find new berths on other ships, for we cannot embroil them any further than we have in the battle for our House in which we are currently engaged. Meanwhile, we were forced to bring along the banker, one Jakob Galeiter, for the alternative was his arrest at the hands of the Night Watch for having offered us aid. I am not yet convinced that our ship will be a better place for him, but we could do no better by him than this.
We were visited as well by the Magister of the Golden Order, with whom we had visited before to discuss a cure for Mallion. My brother surprised us all by appearing before the alchemist, who advised us to either kill him or abandon him. He opined that the chaos and disorder that had plagued us in Tobaro would continue to follow us wherever we went, so long as we had Morethlaine with us. We would not give him up, however, and the magister did finally reveal another avenue for our search. It would seem there is a Green Mage in the Borderlands, one Palrion by name, who might be able to help us, and possibly for the price of a few magical items which he had not managed to procure for himself. The Magister uttered the name Karak Azgal, the Dragon's Crag, as the place to go for these items. I know of it only as a horror of legend, but I suspect I will know it better hereafter.
We are determined, Lorandara and I, to go on, and never to go home as long as Mallion remains as he is. I find myself almost elated by this prospect, for I had no wish to go home and resume the life of an insipid lady fending off the suitors chosen for her by a patricidal sibling.
In the morning, the city of Tobaro closed its port until such time as we had been apprehended. Not desiring the type of hospitality which was on offer, we broke out from our cover and made for the nearest gate. There was a chain strung across it just above sea level, which would sink our ship in moments should we attempt to breach it. Its mechanism was a winch in a guard tower guarded by three humans. The battle was short; Mallion injured one, whom Lorandara then killed in a display of radiance coupled with a spoken order to the monster which should keep our new human crew members from trifling with her. I shot the one who was attempting to aim a cannon at us, such that he ceased that activity. The third was killed by Lorandara's radiant gaze. Mallion released the winch and we were off.
We sail for Sartosa, the pirate port, there to deposit the banker and hopefully - if Valadar has not seen through our request - take on a cargo. I did not express to Lorandara that the only remaining alternative would be piracy if Valadar did not release the funds, but truly I see no other way. In the meantime, my sister and I have ceased to function as lady elves and will henceforth act as crewmembers. I am the acknowledged quartermaster, making me responsible for such matters of discipline as may arise. After Sartosa, we will make for the borderlands.
May the elven gods have mercy on us in our quest.