Mab
I find myself on the road again, heading northward to a town called Whitestone, the events of the past two weeks have seen us hunting orcs on the plains, speaking to the dead, and calling in the winter.
We had trekked into the plains in search of a ravager warlord, but instead found something we couldn’t beat, Arin has said our bounty was in fact a ‘slaughterlord’, some disciple of the Ruiner, which called down fire upon us and we barely escaped alive. Sabali is frustrated that we couldn’t defeat this ‘Kadar’, and we collectively realised we needed to be stronger to remove him. Orlando has expressed that he feels powerless based off his lack of magic compared to the rest of the unbroken, he does himself a disservice, his skill with his fantastical weapon and combat prowess has served us well in many fights, but the idea has taken root in his mind and now we travel to assuage it. He tells us Whitestone is home to some lord who is a master smith or something of that nature, who may help him.
I am glad to be on the move again, feet were starting to itch and I had had my fill of Westruun, too much politicking and people positioning themselves around us, either intent on using us or trapping us. The Clasp, Myriad and Cobalt Soul are just people moving pieces on the board and I am not their piece. For Winter’s crest I made offerings to you and sang with the folk once the Unbroken had concluded their festivities.
We saved a young girl from the fire tonight, in the name of gods, another innocent was going to burn. Her own father would burn her as a witch, the priest spoke of devils, demons and the righteous path. Ceri advocated peace, but her words fell upon deaf ears and instead we stole the girl away, and the father too. It was the conviction with which he spoke that made it clear he couldn’t be left to tend his hateful flock. The task was left to me, I had no qualms being the one who holds the blade, Ceri appeared conflicted, Enessa resolute, Sabali vengeful, but I did not want an audience to the task, or opinions on justice.
Raphael