Lore of Albadyn, Uncategorized

Whitehaven Stories pt. 2: The Mission

As Aja and Orijen sat at The Inn, Aja began to grow impatient. They had been at the determined locale for hours, and while the minstrel was adequate, plucking away ancient ballads on a well-worn lute, Aja was never one to take inaction well.

As she reached her boiling point, the door opened. A woman with shoulder length curly red hair and pointed ears entered, a longsword by her side and white armor with a red cross on the front equipped. The armor was nicked and dented in places, showing she had fought in many battles. The fact that her left hand was absent showed that not all of them had ended in victory.

She spotted them and walked over to their table, grabbing a chair and sitting down in a stately manner. She was fair of face, but not extravagantly so.

“Greetings, Aja, Orijen. I am Terrance, and I have been sent here to speak with you on behalf of High Priest Avram. He would have come to greet you personally, but there is a matter that required his immediate attention.”

Aja raised an eyebrow and looked at Orijen askance, but he seemed to be perfectly calm.

“What is the matter that the Temple requires our assistance with?” he asked, and Terrance exhaled a small sigh of relief.

“I was concerned that you would not help if it were not Avram that was here… The Temple has reached out to your guild in a matter concerning a shipment of gold that was stolen on its way here. The wagons were burnt, and the caretakers treated with the utmost of disrespect. Of the few that could speak, one remembered seeing this symbol on the breastplate of one of the men that robbed the caravan.”

Terrance produced a piece of paper. On it was an illustration of a jagged crown. Aja’s eyes widened, and Orijen looked at her.

“This… is bad. This symbol belongs to the Knights of the Fallen Court.” Aja said, and Terrance furrowed her eyebrows as she responded.

“The Knights of the Fallen Court? They’re merely a legend the Bandits came up with to give themselves credibility. Everyone knows that.”

Aja shook her head. She knew better: she had been a soldier at the border of the Disputed Lands in her youth, so she knew the workings of the Bandit world.

“No, they are real, they just very rarely do anything. They’re content to rule the Disputed Lands and horde all the riches the Bandit Clans pay them in tribute. If they’ve come this far north, we have a very serious problem.”Aja finished speaking, and Terrance sighed.

“First the influx of Void Cult activity, and now this. Donyavar is falling to pieces around our ears… Well, since you know this foe, I can get down to your mission. A small shipment of incredibly precious stones is leaving from the Whitehaven Grand Temple to be taken to Rhasys for the dedication of the new Temple there. If these stones are stolen, the Temple in Rhasys will not be able to receive any Adventurers that perish in their borders, and Adventurers working there will be forced to return to this world much farther away from their work than normal. Will you and your guild assist us in keeping it safe?” Terrance finished speaking, and awaited an answer.

Aja looked at Orijen, and they both smiled. Aja looked at Terrance and spoke, an excited edge to her voice.

“Give us two days, and we’ll make sure not even a dragon could steal these jewels.”

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