As written by the hand of Kheldar
9th Day of Danu, 999 NE
Once again the morning temperature had risen to uncomfortable
heights. For this time of the year, this was well past the ridiculous.
It should have been near freezing, but instead I awoke to an oppressive
Once again I wondered at the strange company I was in. Many a young
man might have envied the position I was in - accompanying four fair
maidens (although the term 'fair' can be considered exaggerated in one
case, it would not sound like a story if it were stated more precise)
and their guardian mother (same consideration applies here). Until of
course they would realise that four of my traveling companions were able
to wield the One Power. Even without having an inkling of what demands
would be asked of them and had be asked of them, most young man would
flee from them.
Eadrica Sedai told us she expected that we would arrive at the estate
of Lord Gaynor Furlan today. How we would deal with this matter, would
weigh in in our appraisal. I am still unsure what appraisal she had
planned for Tadra or me, but the three Initiates seemed to take these
words to hearth.
After half a day's ride, our little group arrived without incident at
the Furlan estate. As we rode through the gate, two Children of the
Light jumped up from their chairs and approached us. One commanded us to
halt, while the other blew a sharp note on a whistle. "What do you
witches seek here?!!", called the first out. Be'hlarah countered by
stating that this land was not theirs, and commanded them to leave.
The whistle had evidently had some effect, as six Whitecloaks came
storming upons us. Be'hlarah seemed to grow once more to double her
size. The eldest White Cloak (the one who had called most of our company
"witches") displayed a rare case of being utterly unimpressed by
this. He began to speech about that we should leave, that we did not
walk in the Light, that we should forsake our ways, that the Light was
with them, that if we did not surrender we would soon meet our dark
lord, etc. etc.
Of course, Narvin seemed quite tense in this situation. Eleya seemed
peaceful and concentrated - which I have come to regard as the prelude to
greater events. The Whitecloaks who were storming towards us, seemed to
sweat profusely as they came closer - more so then can be explained by
the temperature alone, I would venture.
Be'hlarah says "The time has come to remove you" and she and the
White Cloak commander (whom was standing in front of her horse) seem to
fade. This did nothing, unfortunately, to stop the mans incessant
speeching. All Children of the Light are fingering their weapons, but so
far it has not come to blows yet and I have good hopes that it might
stay like this.
Suddenly, the head of the Child of the Light who was standing in the
back erupted in a fountain of blood. A middle-aged man is standing
behind him wielding a short sword. He is dressed in a fanciful,
colourful attire. Narvin cries out "Father!", jumps of Eleya's horse and
runs towards the person who can be none other than Lord Gaynor
But his attack provoked the Children into action, and one White Cloak
swings his sword at Narvin. By chance or by the Light he misses.
I respond by throwing my darts at the attacker. They bounce harmlessly
off of his armour. The ladies still present in our company seem engaged
in other manners - which probably spells disaster for the Whitecloaks.
Suddenly, the air seems alive with energy. From high above a
disturbingly threatening rumble can be heard, and there appears a blade
wrought of fire near Tryane. Unfortunately, the Children themselves have
also committed fully to the attack, and I bear the brunt of three of
them. Bleeding profusely from three different sword strokes, even I
cannot miss the thundering impact of a lightning bolD striking down from
the dark sky. Yet again I feel the warmth of fire nearby, and I can
smell the awful smell of burning flesh before I slip into
Later, I find myself lying in a comfortable bed in a large and
well-furnished bedroom. The deep cuts that marked my body have somehow
faded into deep bruises. Although my body feels like it has taken the
worst beating of it's life, but apparently (if my memory servers) this
is quite preferable to the previous state.
Someone of the staff asked me to attend a dinner with Lord Furlan.
The others would be there as well. Dressing myself took some time, as
some movements still induced a rather painful experience, but I managed
in not too long a time. Lord Furlan was dressed once again in a
colourful combination of yellow and blue, which I found to be somewhat
over the top for a man of his station.
The Lord opened the dinner by proposing a toast to the success of the
day. I felt inclined to forego the drink, but unfortunately the demands
of courtesy made this of course an impossibility. The slight amount
imbibed had a profound effect: I felt I had lost my coordination. The
others were also adversely affected, as evidenced by their actions.
Clearly, the wine had been poisoned. I wanted to cry out but felt myself
fall once more into a deep slumber.
deduced to be 10th Day of Danu, 999 NE
A low hum woke me. I was startled to find I was tied securely.
Glancing left and right, I saw Eleya, Tadra, Be'hlarah and Tryane were
similarly indisposed. Eadrica Sedai was missing however. There were four
men dressed in heavy cloaks and wearing masks representing goats, chanting.
This was clearly a dark ritual! A figure in a dark cloak and dark mask is
standing in the centre. By his disposition and his figure, this can be
none other than Lord Furlan. I glance left and right, but with everyone
tied up, I fear we will not stand a chance. Even though Eleya, Be'hlarah
and Tryane are able to wield the One Power.
Calming myself, I manage to undo the rope securing me. The attention
of the Darkfriends does not seem to be upon us. Therefore, I quickly turn
to undo the bounds of my companions, starting with Eleya's. Luckily, I
was not thoroughly searched and thus I can use a dagger from my boot to
assist in this. The chanting becomes disharmonied. What the reason for this
is I cannot say, but I suspect that one of the Initiates has had a hand in
this. I manage to undo them. Then, I quickly and quietly turn to
I hear a door opening in the far end of the room. When I turn to look,
I see a naked Narvin Furlan being dragged in. "Father, no!", the young boy
cries. Suddenly, a dense mist forms in the room. This interference can,
of course, not go unnoticed. One of the chanters approaches me with a
The ensuing melee remains quite unclear to me. I dimly recall being
struck by a sword and hearing Narvin cry out once more to his father:
"Father! Please don't!". A throbbing pain came from my chest, where the
sword had struck. I managed to crawl forward, in Narvin's
direction, to find the boy tied up to an altar in the front of the room.
His father hovered before him, a knife in his hands, poised to strike.
Using all my strength, I managed to get onto one knee and with all my
might I aimed a blow for Gaynor Furlan's back. I felt the tentive crust
of my chestwound give way and my consciousness slipped as I fell to the