Welcome back gentle reader
We've reached what should be the midpoint of book 1. I hope everyone has enjoyed the story as much as I have enjoyed the experience of writing this. This book was meant to establish the backstory of the characters (of course there was no sex in the original backstories, the campaign was very PG). There's a treasure trove of lore written for the world of Tresolmar and as I expand out these backgrounds I've been able to fill in gaps and solidify other parts of the culture and timelines. It has been most satisfying. Book 2 will be based on the first adventure I hosted in the campaign.
Once again the standard disclaimer, multiply ages by roughly two to get equivalent Earth ages. Everyone is a consenting adult.
-- Somewhen, Somewhere --
Comlain once again paced in the nothingness around him. His continued need for motion amused him as his body wasn't physical nor did the space he paced in exist. He knew it was a portrayal of how his mind was racing with thought but the way the quirks of the Divine manifested was truly amusing. Axteus contented itself nearby. While they waited, it had created several versions of itself who were all engaged in an animated discussion, all the while building a house of cards that two of their number continued to knock down.
Comlain felt another presence gather and waited for it to take form. His wait was short. A voluptuous female materialized out of nothing, standing directly before him. She was the definition of sensuality, sexuality, and seduction wrapped into a single package. Her diaphanous gown of white did not fully hide her naked form but managed to mute it enough to make anyone desire a clearer view of the treasures glimpsed beneath. Comlain was amused again at how his form exhibiting a physical reaction to her seductiveness. The minds of the Divine were fickle things.
"Why have you called me here?" she asked in a dangerous tone.
"Please, Bora, I know you are heady in power as your festival draws near but it will be the peak of your power until next summer. Do not succumb to delusions of grandeur and attempt to intimidate me. Is your partner coming?"
One of Axteus' clones cackled in harsh laughter and began a childish chant "Iztar is scared, Iztar is scared."
"He is not scared, but I sense he has given up this game already. You hold our player."
"Iztar was never one for such an early withdrawal. She is too wiley for that. We," he waved toward Axteus' group who were now forming a pyramid of bodies that would collapse as soon as one of the bottom, supporting members would crawl out to try and raise the height by climbing back on top, "do not hold your player. Our player has proven stronger than anticipated is all. I propose a truce, a joining of efforts for now. Lashan marches to war and both our players are in danger."
"Tell me your proposal...."
-- Chapter 8: Bh'orel Academy --
-- Fifth Tenday of Antaen 813 AGR --
Never let your sense of morals prevent you from doing what is right.
- Asimov
It was the morning of the 10th day of the 5th tenday in Antaen, sometimes called the ten fifth, or just the 50th. There were still seven tendays until Summer's Eve and the end of the current block. The Battle of the Promenade was a full tenday ago, where they had lost both Polly and Henna, and Jebidiah had touched magic. Since then, Jebidiah had physically assaulted two fellow students, one of whom he was told was still in the infirmary, in defense of Crystal. He had slapped their first Senior Advisor, Madeline, been attacked by Children of Tresolmar, nearly started a physical and possibly magical altercation with Loremaster Kenyen, accidentally bonded both Crystal and Dana to him, and now Tenner and Joy wanted to bond as well. It was almost enough to top the previous tendays when all the other impossible stuff happened to him.
Continuing the impossible trend, Jebidiah gained the ability to perform some simple cantrips, and his research led him to believe more was possible. So far, only Crystal and Dana were aware of that tidbit of information, and he intended to keep it a very hidden secret.
The morning found Dana, Crystal, Tenner, and Jebidiah repeating the trip to the Keep along with their ever-present guards and additional escort. It was the day of the Council Session when the Queen was presenting all the law changes she meant to implement to support Jebidiah's group. Jebidiah was very leery of the trip; so far, all but one trip to the Keep had resulted in something bad.
The Council Session was always held in the Upper Keep, which Jebidiah had never had an opportunity to visit. There was a secondary motive to attend the session; the important nobles from each House would be in attendance, either on the Council itself or in the audience. The girls were taking the opportunity to meet their House peers or family to request more information they needed about the attacks and House Valor. Charlene was supposed to travel with them but had headed out earlier. Jebidiah could only interpret it as a sign of trouble to come.
They were all dressed in their finer clothes. The girls in their traditional dresses in suitable House colors, and Jebidiah had acquired a nice tunic and trousers with a matching vestment signifying his Master title. He felt a bit pompous and overdressed, but the girls acted impressed and did a satisfying bit of oohing and aahing over his outfit.
Master Standing was awaiting their arrival at the Keep. Jebidiah swapped greetings with him and headed to the side of the entry in huddled discussion while the others filtered in through the crowd looking for their contacts. Crystal's anxiety of facing her family was mounting, and she noticed Jebidiah glance over at her a few times. She felt warmth and comfort coming from their bond and tried to use it to placate her own fears. The glances and sneers she was receiving from some of the other attendees were starting to wear her down. Jebidiah finished up his conversation, shook Standing's hand, and came up to Crystal.
"You see anyone yet?" he asked. She just shook her head. "Well then let's go see if we can find them."
They entered the Receiving Hall, a long and fairly wide room, possibly the full length of the keep at a couple of hundred feet. The center of the hall was a double row of marble support columns resplendent with banners in the Tonstar blue lined with gray and sporting the Tonstar crest. A rich plush carpet in the same blue and gray with silver designs covered the entire area between the rows of columns. Jebidiah mused on the effort the hall required, figuring it took at least a full tenday just to spell all the light globes the room required. There was a line of tables with finger foods and drinks on one side of the hall, swamped with attendees, and the opposite side had three sets of huge double doors leading into the Council Chamber.
They mingled through the crowd with Jebidiah nodding in greeting when he accidentally made eye contact with someone or met one of his rare acquaintances. He had no idea who he was looking for, trusting in Crystal to point someone out they needed to make contact with. When he felt her tense up suddenly, it was enough of a clue that one such had been spotted. He noticed a group of several women wearing the Stark green and white that matched Crystal's outfit and made his way over. The women all stopped talking at their approach and turned to stare at them; none of them offered a greeting.
There were five of them that fanned out into a rough semicircle. They all had the same physical appearance about them, dark brown hair, brown eyes, and the button nose Crystal used to sport. They looked like they started young on the left, followed by an older one, then the eldest in the center who wore a very severe look, then the other two declined in age again. Jebidiah was fairly certain if looks could kill, he and Crystal would have died on the spot for the withering look the eldest woman gave them.
"You should not have come, especially in House colors. You bring even more shame upon us," the elder said.
"Hello, mother," Crystal replied.
"The shame is in punishing instead of supporting your own daughter for something she has no control over," Jebidiah said as he put an arm around Crystal in support. There were audible gasps then silence as the nobility around them waited for the next several days' worth of gossip to unfold.
"
It
is not my daughter; my daughter died. You are an impertinent fool. Do you know who I am?" she asked with a glare.
"I had assumed you were Crystal's mother and a representative of House Stark. My apologies; I should have recognized you as the ogress you are," Jebidiah said as he turned the now crying Crystal away and into the gasps and snickers of those watching the exchange.
Her mother called after them, not willing to let it go. "You are an affront to decency and society, Overton. I will see you rot in the dungeons for the damage you are attempting to cause."
"I'm sorry, love," Jebidiah quietly said to her once far enough away. "I had not thought foolish prejudices could run so deep."
Crystal's tears subsided enough to clear her eyes. "That could have gone better." She tried a smile but faltered.
"We should sit directly behind her during the council session. We can loudly critique her fashion choices while she's trying to listen." That was enough to get a small chuckle out of Crystal.