… without hesitation, captain. We will ensure that the road is clear. Expect the signal if all is clear, and if we have not signaled or returned within the day know that we have fallen for the cause that binds each of us together as one and did so with pride and with honour. For our Lord. For our cause. For Turbine.
Kaius ir’Wyrnam III
These Aundarians are most amusing, with their scarves and furs wrapped around them tightly. These climates are nothing in contrast to a brisk Vedykar day in the mid-summer. Like my brethren are fond of reminding themselves: Softness begets softness. It is no wonder that the Eldeen Reaches so easily seceded. What of you, Etrigani? How does this weather compare to Aerenal? Does it snow in your mountains? Did your people quiver and shake like this when the lakes remained unfrozen and the sun shines in the sky?
I didn’t realise how much this time away from Josephine and Damien would plague my mind. I must use this worry to bolster my conviction. Once I return and complete the safe delivery I’m charged with, the opportunities that will open for me will be worth the weeks away. If anything, I will be able to spend more time with them on my return. Magnus will be so proud when he finds out… and in a way, this is all thanks to him – had he not sent that cryptic note, we would never have met Illiah and I’d still be posted to diplomatic details week in and week out. I should buy him that book on Felix Fairfax he’s fancied as a token of thanks for setting this all in motion.
Fairhaven hasn’t changed much at all. Nice to see that humans can upkeep such a fine city generation on generation. Curious to think that those that architected this place would not have been alive to see its completion, and those that completed it couldn’t have hoped to see it become the seat of power for an independent nation such as it has. I do hope the scollery is still operating. Oh, and while we’re here, I’ll need to sneak away for a visit to The Dapper Den…
Ahhh. The pieces fall into place one by one. My rightful place as Prince of Whispers is all but assured. Just try to stand in my way, imp. Your meddling is of no concern: Our mistress will not be so easily impressed as you presume: While you were trapped in a church of a century, who guarded Zadkiel assuring our navakti’s rise would go unhindered? Who can be trusted to stand beside Hektula without becoming so drunk with power that they try to overstep their domain…
Thank you, Jacque. Enjoy your night off – you have more than earned it. If it isn’t too far out of your way, I would ask a small favour… could you drop by Fairhaven Academy and settle my tab for Professor Onagrus’ lessons for this week? I’d rather it be paid in coin; take five from my lockbox in the master bedroom: Four for the Academy, and one for yourself with my gratitude.
Thank you High Cardinal. Given the current risk posed to us both, not to mention our people and very way of life, I am sincerely grateful that we can set aside our differences to the common benefit. Recall our diplomats from Breland and Aundaire if you think it best, and we will decline the Aurala affair – rumors are starting to spread and we need to be here with our people to maintain the faith of our citizens in this time of great crisis.
Foolish girl. While you bide your wretched time and dwell atop your dark monolith tracing patterns in the sky, we muster in number and grow in strength. The mother fleshling could not have made clearer that your insane commands will not lead to the outcome you seek – these behemoth abominations are mere statues which only serve as a reminder of our superiority. Satisfying your demented whimsies costs our kind much while my patience grows thin. Even now when we know as fact that forces have mobilized against us from the west you concern yourself only with that damned machine. Our forces, combined, stand strong, though if we do not remain vigilant to our cause we will fast be undone.
It’s far from perfect, but I think this will work … I may have to interpret a few meanings here and there, but my labours appear to have paid off, at least for the most part. Back to work. I wonder … if Magnus was correct, and this isn’t a manuscript but a genuine article… but Gale, calm yourself, you know you are susceptible to flights of fancy. But whether or not this Gabriel fellow really existed, I wonder whether anyone has the publishing rights…
We are charged with greatness and promised fortunes beyond our wildest imaginings, but our directive right now is to do nothing. Remain undetected. Be still, my friends. Be as water. We await our final order, and when it comes, we move. You are not alone in your present discomfort, and I can only apologize on Her behalf, but stay strong and hold in mind what awaits us. The path ahead will not be easy. Greatness never comes without a cost. Now any of you who are cold, consider spending some time dealing with the bodies of the knights arcane unfortunate enough to have come along with us.
… my good sir, I suggest that you not concern yourself with my outward appearance. I am a paying customer and happy to compensate you handsomely for this item, which we can agree, you and I, is a mundane replica; barren of magical qualities which somehow slipped through the cracks and landed on your shelf. Even despite this, friend, I would happily take it off your hands for a sizeable sum. It is a masterfully crafted fake, after all, an such workmanship would suit my private collection well – as long as you promise not to tell my house-guests that it is indeed only a well-made replica. How does one hundred galifars sound to you?