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The year is 6722 by Alfheim reckoning, and today marks the 30th day since you left the Alfheim and the Gymnasium. A whole month has passed since your Centum Viginti, which marked the end to your years of learning and the beginning of your Travail - the journey taken by all Children of Yggdrasil that sees them leave the Elfhomes and venture into the world of Humes and Stouts. Every Child is tasked with bringing back something of value to the Elfhomes, be it art and poetry, weapons of war, or even something as simple as a giant pile of money. When you declared the purpose of your journey, you chose something a bit more ambitious.
Within ten years time, you mean to see the treaties of old renewed. To have the Heirs of the Dragon Kings and the Forge Fathers remember their ancestral oaths, taken at the end of the Daemonwar and renewed during the course of the Three Great Blights. The old bonds have withered, but if they were to be refreshed, perhaps the Humes and Stouts would visit the Elfhomes without fear as they did a thousand years ago, and the Children of Yggdrasil might grow closer to the wider world.
You promise, it's <span class="mu-i">not</span> because you want to taste the exotic dicks that the Humes and Stouts would bring with them.
That's just a happy side-effect to the mission of rebuilding ties between your peoples.
In any case, you have already made great strides towards accomplishing your mission. When you came across a caravan under siege by the Blighted, you aided them in purging the wretches. You blessed their weapons with Holy Flame and strengthened their arms and armor against the corrosion and rot - all as a matter of principle, for the Blight is the enemy of all Children of Yggdrasil. After a night of celebration that involved eating the heart of a freshly hunted deer and purging the lustful spirits that had been influencing some of the knights, you learned that the caravan belonged to one of the Emperor's children.
In return for the aid you gave her, she has agreed to help you upon your quest. Unspoken was the promise of a good word to her father of the elf maiden whose magics saved her life, for the two of you spoke mostly of your lives and the worlds from which you come from. When you left the caravan just over a fortnight ago, you left with a folio on the Emperor's ministry, a promise that you and she would meet again at the peak of NIbaros, and a game of twenty questions that has been left unfinished.
Now your journey has found you upon the long road to Lygos, the capital city of Daedalium and the largest trading hub that can be found throughout the Nine Lands.
It is at least another month away, going by your maps. You need to thank Skafos when you return from your Travail. The Heimtasche has been an even greater blessing than the spells woven into your traveling clothes. You can't imagine making this journey without your evening bath...
The year is 6722 by Alfheim reckoning, and today marks the 30th day since you left the Alfheim and the Gymnasium. A whole month has passed since your Centum Viginti, which marked the end to your years of learning and the beginning of your Travail - the journey taken by all Children of Yggdrasil that sees them leave the Elfhomes and venture into the world of Humes and Stouts. Every Child is tasked with bringing back something of value to the Elfhomes, be it art and poetry, weapons of war, or even something as simple as a giant pile of money. When you declared the purpose of your journey, you chose something a bit more ambitious.
Within ten years time, you mean to see the treaties of old renewed. To have the Heirs of the Dragon Kings and the Forge Fathers remember their ancestral oaths, taken at the end of the Daemonwar and renewed during the course of the Three Great Blights. The old bonds have withered, but if they were to be refreshed, perhaps the Humes and Stouts would visit the Elfhomes without fear as they did a thousand years ago, and the Children of Yggdrasil might grow closer to the wider world.
You promise, it's <span class="mu-i">not</span> because you want to taste the exotic dicks that the Humes and Stouts would bring with them.
That's just a happy side-effect to the mission of rebuilding ties between your peoples.
In any case, you have already made great strides towards accomplishing your mission. When you came across a caravan under siege by the Blighted, you aided them in purging the wretches. You blessed their weapons with Holy Flame and strengthened their arms and armor against the corrosion and rot - all as a matter of principle, for the Blight is the enemy of all Children of Yggdrasil. After a night of celebration that involved eating the heart of a freshly hunted deer and purging the lustful spirits that had been influencing some of the knights, you learned that the caravan belonged to one of the Emperor's children.
In return for the aid you gave her, she has agreed to help you upon your quest. Unspoken was the promise of a good word to her father of the elf maiden whose magics saved her life, for the two of you spoke mostly of your lives and the worlds from which you come from. When you left the caravan just over a fortnight ago, you left with a folio on the Emperor's ministry, a promise that you and she would meet again at the peak of NIbaros, and a game of twenty questions that has been left unfinished.
Now your journey has found you upon the long road to Lygos, the capital city of Daedalium and the largest trading hub that can be found throughout the Nine Lands.
It is at least another month away, going by your maps. You need to thank Skafos when you return from your Travail. The Heimtasche has been an even greater blessing than the spells woven into your traveling clothes. You can't imagine making this journey without your evening bath...
