"What do you mean he's gone?!"
"Just that Stone. Since Kelloran has
forbidden me to take spirit form this week, I figured I’d work on the scry
pool. I saw Thomas leaving town with a pretty heavy pack so I asked the
pool when he'd be back. I'm still not very good at reading the thing yet
but Thomas is definitely not coming back any time in the next few weeks.
Maybe months."
Stone paced in front of the White
Temple while his brother reclined on the stoop of his home. "You would have
thought he would have said something to one of us."
"Thomas? You talking about the same
guy who passed us on the way to the big fight and kept going with 'I'm going
that way." Chells replied grinning.
"Good point. Hope he's ok out
there."
"Well the good news is that the image
of Thomas returning showed the woodlands mold free. I tried to scry how
Troth was appeased but I ran out of juice with the pool by that point."
"I guess it’s up to the three of us
then to clear out the woods. The others will be coming back to FallenStar
soon. Who knows what the goblins and woodland animals will be like then?"
"I hate to say it but today it is
just going to be the two of you. Kelloran is trying to get back to a normal
schedule and so kept me up all day yesterday. I wasn't paying attention to
time with the scry pool experiments last night so I'm going on day two
without sleep. Let me get a couple hours and I'll meet you guys for
dinner. I'll be able to pitch in then."
"That's too bad. I was going to try
and speak with Troth today. Considering how much better you guys did with
Ymir, I was planning on doing it with both of you there. I guess we can
hold off until this evening then."
"I think you might as well go on
without me. For the past few years Troth has kind of been ignoring me."
"Why?"
"No idea. I mean I can get His
attention if I really push but He used to respond to me much easier than He
does now. Even when I do get his attention I feel like I have to shout to
make myself heard by Him. The weird thing is He never seems annoyed with
me. I thought I had failed some vow and that was why He is so distant. I'm
sure now that's not it. He notices oath-breakers alright, almost more than
he is aware of truthful folks. So if you are going to try and contact him,
I'm not sure how much help I would have been anyway."
"Alright. I'll see you later then."
"Oh... and Stone, do me a favor."
"What?"
"Could you forget to mention to
Kelloran that I'm off to bed? He is determined to nurse me back to health
whether I want to be or not. I don’t think he realizes that until I heal
the damage from the Realm of the Dead, I’m never going to be all right in
the flesh.”
“I’m sure it can slip my mind. Go
crash. I’ll see you at dinner.”
“Thanks.” said the exhausted Believer
as he rose and slipped inside. Stone started to make plans as he turned and
went to find Kelloran.
A few hours later the two townsmen
were climbing down the steep stairs from Melcynda’s Peace. The path running
out of the back of the White Stone cemetery was shorter but twice Stone had
caught glimpses of movement in the woods that appeared to be goblins.
Normally he would have run the little wretches down but he could not tell if
any of them wielded the powerful crossbows. As long as the wood fiends had
those ballistae, they were longer a nuisance but a true threat. Trekking
through the White Woods and the Peace added an hour to the trip but it was
surely goblin-proof.
“This would have been easier if we
had just prayed in the Temple of Thorns. Troth is not as strongly allied to
the Gods of Light as many but He still should have answered us there.” Stone
remarked.
“He should but He is more strongly
tied to the Woodland Altar.”
“I never considered Him much of a
woodland type God.”
“I don’t think He is either. It has
more to due with the fact that He invested a good deal of His power when the
Woodland Altar was formed. The reason that the races are bound by their
oaths here is because of His blessing.” Kelloran replied.
“Is He the one who makes violence
impossible on the holy ground too?”
“I didn’t see that but He could be.
Either way this is where I felt the strongest connect to the angels and so
was able to trace their source.”
“Why don’t you take the lead here
then? I’ll pour in what prayers I have but, after that encounter with Ymir,
I think I’ll take a break from directly confronting the divine for a little
while.”
“Sure thing. Let me prepare the
Altar and we’ll begin in a couple minutes.”
Kelloran drew out of his pack a pair
of gold candles and fit them into the candlesticks which adorned the stone
table. He lit them as well as two cones of incense. Finally he lifted a
heavy grey leather bound book from his satchel. The gold lettering on it
read Oaths and Laws of the Watchmen of FallenStar. This he placed gently on
the altar. With a practiced eye he looked over the table to see if the
effect suited the image of the Oath Gods as he knew Him. He slid the
candles a inch closer to the volume. “That should do it. You ready?”
“You start and I’ll add my prayers
in.”
Kelloran stepped up to the altar and
bowed his head. "Lord Troth I call on you. By the bonds you have laid here
I seek your council on behalf of those who have been touched by your anger.
Please tell us how we may set right the discord that lies between us."
In that moment, nothing moved within
the clearing. Even the wind ruffled leaves stilled and fell silent. The
presence of the God of Oaths drew itself out of everywhere at once. Neither
mist nor light but some what akin to both, the essence of the Troth flowed
out of the trees, the altar, the earth, the lattice, even from Stone and
Kelloran themselves. The God stood at least as tall as Thomas or Evar,
dresses in black robes with white piping.
"I have come. Tell me what you want
of me." He commanded in a voice so rich it stunned Kelloran for a moment.
The templar sensed this was not a God
who sought awe or wordy reverence. Direct respectful responses would go
much further than veneration. Shaking off the effect of the God's voice and
presence, Kelloran launched into the meat of the matter.
"Troth, your angels hover above the
town of FallenStar. They are clearly angry with us..."
"Incorrect. I am not angry with your
town as a whole. Continue."
"Um.. well... they... or you are
angry with someone."
"Correct."
"While neither Stone nor I are truly
followers of yours we would like to offer our services to help you resolve
your dispute if possible."
"Specify what your motives are for
this offer."
"I cannot really know exactly how
Stone would answer that,” replied Kelloran sensing the God’s attention to
detail. “so I'll simply state my own reasons."
"Your reply demonstrates a higher
degree of wisdom than I had expected. Continue."
"My reasons are twofold. First I am
a servant of the Gods. I see it as my duty to try and end any conflicts I
see between my home and the Divine."
"Incorrect. You see it as your duty
to try and end any conflicts you see between your home and those Divine who
do not judge to be evil."
"You are right. I think we should be
opposing the Dark Gods. My second reason is that your anger is affecting
the physical world in the form of a red stain. The animals and plants
around FallenStar have been changed by it and become dangerously hostile."
"You speak the truth well enough. I
will stay My ire from FallenStar if you elicit the Jack O'Lantern's justice
on the TellTaler for breaking the oath sworn to Me that he would never more
rewrite the past."
"What did he rewrite?"
"That is unknown to me. I know his
oath is broken but My memory is shaped now by his tampering."
"So you need us to get the Jack
O'Lantern to pass judgment on the TellTaler for an action you know he
committed but you have no idea what specifically that action was."
"Correct. It is my belief that the
Jack O'Lantern will not act without specific knowledge of the TellTaler's
tampering. My inability to punish the spirit for his wrong again me is the
reason My wrath has festered into your world. I will banish the symptoms
your land suffers from my anger for three months. When the new month rises
in the month of Meadowsear I will let my angels deliver my umbrage for the
TellTaler latest infraction again. Know that you and Stone will be included
in my vexation should you fail to acquire the Jack O'Lantern verdict by that
time. I require to know if you still wish to accept this accord."
Kelloran turned to Stone to ask him
what he thought only to find the druid's attention was fixed on the tree
beside him. "Stone!" the templar hissed through clenched teeth. "Your
attention would be a really good thing just now."
The forestal snapped up his index
finger at Kelloran, seemed to listen to some unseen voice for a moment more,
then turned to his friend with a stormy look. "I WAS paying attention.
That is until a lead to how to solve this mess came to me. Take the deal
and I'll explain afterwards."
The restorer faced the God once more
and spoke. "Very well, Troth. Stone and I will bring your grievance to the
Jack O'Lantern with whatever proof we can acquire."
"Understand that bearing my case
alone will not stay my hand. I will only relent in this matter when a
verdict by the Jack O'Lantern has been passed."
"We understand."
"Then an accord has been made. By
these oaths we are bound. I withdraw my angels as of now." With that the
God vanished from sight.
"Sorry about that Stone. He was
already in a edgy mood so I was afraid ignoring Him would really piss Him
off."
"Well I had been following the whole
thing until a minute before you turned around. A bendith y mamau was behind
the tree looking for Madera. It overheard Troth and started giggling when
the God said He could not tell what the TellTaler had done. I was about to
shush it but then it said 'Ask the Woodswarder of the spirit fey for they
can see past the Meddler's play. If she cannot or you wish no delay, work
through he the Fabulist cannot sway." I asked it who the "he" was and of
course it gave me another vague answer. "The one who can the Keeper of
Oaths fool is the one who also can break time's rule. Be even finding him
without Troth’s ear, may be the longer path to steer."
"I guess it's something. Any idea
what the bendith meant?"
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