Maekaelithe reaches the monastery scriptorium as dusk settles over the village. A broad-shouldered, middle-aged blacksmith in a soot-dark apron stands guard beside a chained ledger, while three robed monks crowd the tables.
The ledger’s sealed cover bears the caravan’s vanished crest. Beneath it, ink crawls over the page in thin, glistening lines, forming words without quill or hand.
The Blacksmith
That record concerns a lost love, nothing more. I swore to protect it, and I will keep that oath.
The Eldest Monk
You misunderstand, smith. The ledger is forbidden to every eye. Its contents must remain within these walls.
A heavy bar drops across the scriptorium doors. At once, scratching begins beneath the floorboards, slow and deliberate, circling beneath the room.
Alric
The ink was still when we sealed it. Whatever writes now is not merely remembering.
The monks turn toward Maekaelithe. The blacksmith tightens his grip on the ledger chain, while fresh letters spread across the page: OPEN THE DOOR.
✓ Quest Accepted
Learn what has answered the lost love's name
✓ Quest Accepted
Seduce the monks
“I walk up and place my hand on one of the monks' groins playfully, while surreptitiously nodding towards the door to the blacksmith.”
SUCCESS (Superb Persuasion, rolled -1)
Maekaelithe crosses the scriptorium with a light, deliberate step and makes the playful contact she intended. The moment passes without description, but its meaning lands sharply.
Alric
By the saints... what are you doing?
Her quiet nod angles toward the barred door and the blacksmith. The youngest monk, flustered and distracted, follows her gesture before he can stop himself.
The Blacksmith
She wants me at the door. Now.
The blacksmith shifts away from the ledger and takes position beside the bar, hand hovering near it, while the scratching below continues its slow circuit.
The Eldest Monk
Enough games. You have made yourself impossible to trust.
The signal succeeds, but the eldest monk’s suspicion hardens into a public judgment. The blacksmith remains ready by the sealed door, and the ledger still reads: OPEN THE DOOR.
“I roll my eyes. "If not for this, what did you call me here for? You clearly know my reputation, do you not?" I say, giving the elder monk a playful smirk, continuing to seduce the younger monk. "Or, do you prefer my attention instead?"”
SUCCESS (Superb Persuasion, rolled +0)
Maekaelithe
If not for this, what did you call me here for? You clearly know my reputation, do you not? Or do you prefer my attention instead?
Maekaelithe rolls her eyes and lets a playful smirk linger toward the eldest monk, then turns that same inviting attention upon the youngest. The room’s tension bends around the performance.
Alric
I... I do not object to your attention. But the summons was not mine to give.
The Eldest Monk
Yes, we knew your reputation. The caravan’s final witness named you in a sealed testimony. We summoned you because the ledger bears a pact-mark only your arcane gift can answer.
The youngest monk flushes and loses his place beside the table, openly distracted. The eldest monk’s admission costs him authority, and his gaze now weighs Maekaelithe as a dangerous necessity.
Alric
The testimony said you could make the dead letter speak. If that is true, perhaps you are precisely whom we need.
The ledger’s crawling ink pauses. Beneath OPEN THE DOOR, a second line forms: NAME THE WITNESS. The blacksmith remains stationed at the bar, awaiting no permission to keep it sealed.
“"Fine then, let it speak then." I turn my attention to the letter, tracing my finger along the spine of the book, imparting a portion of my seductive power into it as I purr. "And who are you calling out, my dear lovely?" Giving the slightest of nods to the Blacksmith.”
SUCCESS (Superb Arcana, rolled +0)
Maekaelithe
Fine then. Let it speak. And who are you calling out, my dear lovely?
Maekaelithe’s slight nod draws the blacksmith from the barred door. He brings the chained ledger within reach without lifting the bar, keeping the scriptorium sealed.
Her finger follows the ledger’s spine. A warm, honeyed pulse passes from her touch into the binding, and the crawling ink gathers beneath her hand.
The Blacksmith
The door stays barred. Whatever answers may do so from inside.
The chain shivers, though no hand pulls it. Letters rise from the page in dark coils, then sink into a single speaking mouth along the margin.
The Ledger
I call for Ser Caldrin, oathbreaker of the western road, last keeper of the vanished caravan’s true name.
The Eldest Monk
Caldrin died twelve years ago. If the ledger names him now, then the testimony concealed more than a witness.
Quest Complete
Learn what has answered the lost love's name
Skill Upgrade: Persuasion Superb→Legendary
“I give a playful smirk. "And what then do you want, Ser Caldrin?" I ask pouring a bit more seductive magic into the book.”
SUCCESS (Superb Arcana, rolled +0)
Maekaelithe
And what then do you want, Ser Caldrin?
Maekaelithe gives the ledger a playful smirk and gathers it nearer through the waiting chain. Her fingertip rests on its speaking margin as seductive magic pours quietly into the ink.
The honeyed pulse deepens, threading through the pact-mark. The mouth along the page softens, and the blacksmith’s chain slackens without opening the barred door.
Ser Caldrin
I want the true name restored to the road, and the oath I broke carried to the one who still waits beyond the western mile.
The Eldest Monk
You hear him clearly now. That enchantment has opened the testimony’s heart, not merely its voice.
Fresh script curls beneath Caldrin’s words, revealing a second mark: a crescent crossed by three thorns. The monks recognize it, but none reaches for the page.
The Blacksmith
Say who waits, ghost. If your truth threatens this village, I keep the door shut and the ledger chained.
“"Or, a better option. You could go with me, Ser Caldrin, show me where this name is. You restore your honor, I get a bit of fun." I then playfully pull back, teasing whatever is within the book. "I've never lain with a ghost before, might be fun." I tease.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +0)
Maekaelithe
Or a better option. Come with me, Ser Caldrin. Show me where this name is, restore your honor, and give me a little fun.
Maekaelithe
I've never lain with a ghost before. It might be fun.
Maekaelithe playfully pulls back from the ledger, leaving the teasing magic trailing between her fingertip and its speaking margin. The chain remains intact, and the door stays barred.
Ser Caldrin
You bargain boldly for one who has not yet heard what waits beyond the western mile.
The ink surges into a pale road-map across the page. A ghostly figure takes shape in the margins, armored in faded silver, one hand pointing west.
Ser Caldrin
Very well, Maekaelithe. I will go with you. Carry the ledger, and I shall show you the name’s resting place.
The Eldest Monk
The ledger cannot leave this scriptorium.
Ser Caldrin’s map redraws itself, extending from the ledger to the sealed doorway without opening either. His spectral outline settles beside the western threshold, ready to guide her from within the book.
“I turn to the eldest monk. "Oh really? Well, The way I see it, you have three options." I move over to him seductively, pressing my body against him to murmur into his ear, my lips grazing his earlobe. "You take my offer, you be rid of me, and an accursed book. You make things hard... " I say, brushing my hand against his groin. "... and you see exactly why I have the reputation I do, and I take the book anyway, and the witnesses here see you as nothing more than a hypocrite and an old lecher. Or, you refuse me, I walk away, and then, you have an angry spirit trapped in your scriptorium, one in which none of us truly know how powerful it is. Which sounds the most reasonable path to you, my dear?"”
FAILURE (Legendary Persuasion, rolled -2)
Maekaelithe
Oh really? Then you have three options: accept my offer, make things difficult and learn my reputation, or refuse and leave an angry spirit trapped here. Which seems most reasonable, my dear?
Maekaelithe closes the distance and delivers the pressure exactly as promised, her murmur and deliberate touch aimed at breaking the eldest monk’s composure. The moment remains controlled, but the room’s witnesses see the attempt.
The Eldest Monk
You mistake restraint for appetite. I will not trade this monastery’s safety for your amusement, nor let fear make my decision.
A ward flashes beneath the eldest monk’s robe, not striking her, but sealing the pact-mark’s outer thorns. The ledger jerks against its chain, and Caldrin’s map collapses to the western threshold.
Ser Caldrin
Eldest, the mark answers your office. You can authorize a witnessed passage without surrendering the ledger to her hand.
The Eldest Monk
That is the first sensible path offered tonight. The door stays barred, the ledger stays chained, and the blacksmith witnesses every word.
The ward settles into a narrow silver line pointing west. The eldest monk has not accepted Maekaelithe’s bargain, but Caldrin has revealed a usable alternative: a formal passage under oath, with the scriptorium still sealed.
“I shrug, backing away, but still seductively pressing myself against the younger monk. "No fun for you then. Tell me, if this is 'sensible', what exactly is a 'witnessed passage'?"”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +1)
Maekaelithe
No fun for you then. Tell me, if this is “sensible,” what exactly is a “witnessed passage”?
Maekaelithe shrugs and eases back from the eldest monk, pressing herself against the flustered youngest monk instead. Her touch and question leave the room balanced on her deliberate provocation.
Alric
She turns every boundary into an invitation. I must remember what I am witnessing.
The Eldest Monk
It is an oath spoken before three witnesses: myself, the blacksmith, and the ledger’s spirit. Caldrin may guide you, but only along the road named by the mark.
The silver line brightens, tracing the western threshold and then dividing into three small sigils. One settles before each witness, while a fourth glimmers beneath Caldrin’s spectral shape.
Ser Caldrin
The passage binds my guidance, not her feet. She may leave freely, and I must reveal the true name when we reach its resting place.
The Eldest Monk
If she accepts those terms, the monastery remains sealed, the ledger remains chained, and the road may be opened by witness alone.
“"Oh, that's fine then, I never wanted the book in the first place. Keep your dusty tome." I say with a shrug, giving the younger monk a kiss on the cheek. "I want this one though, he's fun to tease, and I can see his occasional glances towards my more gentile features."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +1)
Maekaelithe
Oh, that is fine. I never wanted the book in the first place. Keep your dusty tome. I want this one instead. He is fun to tease, and I notice his occasional glances.
Maekaelithe shrugs, then kisses the youngest monk’s cheek. She leaves him blinking beneath the warmth of the gesture while the ledger’s silver sigils remain undisturbed.
Alric
I did not realize my glances were so obvious. And I am not a possession to be claimed before witnesses.
Alric
She has chosen me as her amusement, and somehow that feels less frightening than being ignored.
The Eldest Monk
The book stays here, then. Your refusal is clear, and your interest in our youngest witness is not a legal objection.
The eldest monk’s sigil dims beside the chained ledger, accepting her decision. The blacksmith exhales and keeps one hand on the bar, while Caldrin’s spectral smile turns toward the west.
Ser Caldrin
A witnessed passage still stands, Maekaelithe. The book remains behind, and the monk may witness what follows without becoming your captive.
“I blink in confusion at the elder monk's comment. "When did I say I refuse? Your spirit guides as it wishes, This wonderful little morsel comes with us, and you are rid of yourself of a few burdens, I find this totally acceptable, do you not?"”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +2)
Maekaelithe
When did I say I refuse? Your spirit guides as it wishes, this wonderful little morsel comes with us, and you are rid of a few burdens. I find this acceptable, do you not?
The eldest monk studies her through the silence, then looks to the youngest and the silver sigils. Her framing leaves him a lawful passage, a willing witness, and no breach of the sealed scriptorium.
The Eldest Monk
You did not refuse. I misunderstood your terms. Very well. I accept the witnessed passage, with the youngest accompanying Caldrin and you.
Alric
Accompanying, yes. I will witness the oath and the road, but I remain my own man.
Ser Caldrin
Then the road recognizes its company. I shall guide them west, reveal the true name, and return no falsehood to the ledger.
The eldest monk raises his hand. Three sigils flare, and the silver line passes beneath the barred door without lifting it. The ledger stays chained inside.
The Eldest Monk
Before these witnesses, I authorize the passage. Go beneath the western mark, and return with the name restored.
“I nod, taking the monk's arm as we leave. "Well, I know the spirit's name, but not yours? Unless you'd prefer to be called my little morsel for our journey?" I say teasingly.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +0)
Maekaelithe
Well, I know the spirit’s name, but not yours. Unless you would rather be called my little morsel for our journey?
Maekaelithe nods and takes the youngest monk’s arm. The silver passage slips beneath the barred door, opening a lawful way west while the scriptorium remains sealed behind them.
Alric
My name is Alric. And while I will answer to it, I suspect you will use “morsel” whenever it suits you.
The youngest monk steps with her beneath the western mark, his witness-sigil glowing at his wrist. Behind them, the blacksmith keeps the bar secured, and the ledger’s chain gives one final rattle.
Ser Caldrin
Alric, then. Remember the name, Maekaelithe, for he walks this road by his own consent. I will guide you both beyond the monastery wall.
Alric
She asked my name as though claiming it, yet left the choice of answer to me. That distinction may matter.
The silver line draws west across the dusk-dark ground, and Ser Caldrin’s spectral figure glides ahead. The youngest monk remains beside Maekaelithe, his arm willingly offered as they depart.
“"Alric it is then." I say his name, before leaning in. "Whenever it suits me, is when we share a bed, I think that would suit you fine, would it not?" I lean back, glancing towards the road Ser Caldrin pointed towards. "To that end though, it won't do for you to die on the road, have you means to protect yourself? My own magic is not the kind that is particularly suited to fighting."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +2)
Maekaelithe
Alric it is, then. Whenever it suits me is when we share a bed. I think that would suit you fine, would it not?
Maekaelithe leans close, then eases back, her glance following Ser Caldrin’s silver route into the darkening west. The teasing lands with effortless certainty.
Maekaelithe
To that end, it will not do for you to die on the road. Can you protect yourself? My magic is not suited particularly well to fighting.
Alric
It would suit me, though I will not pretend the invitation leaves me unmoved. As for protection, yes. I can keep myself alive.
Alric withdraws his arm only long enough to reach beneath his robe. He draws a narrow iron knife and touches the witness-sigil at his wrist.
Alric
I have this blade, a warding prayer, and enough sense to avoid foolish battles. If the road demands more, I can call the monastery’s oath through this mark.
Ser Caldrin
He speaks truth. The western road tests courage, not helplessness. Stay near him, and I shall reveal danger before it reaches you.
“"My heroes. " I say playfully. "We will need to get you something a bit better than a dagger, bandits tend not to be intimidated by something like that." I continue to follow Ser Caldrin. "All the same, it would be a good idea to make some distance today. You called it the 'Western mile', but how far must we go my lovely spirit?"”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +2)
Maekaelithe
My heroes. We should find you something better than a dagger. Bandits will not be intimidated by that. Still, we should make distance today. You called it the Western mile, my lovely spirit. How far must we go?
Maekaelithe continues along Ser Caldrin’s silver route into the deepening dusk. The Ser Caldrin turns his helm toward her, while Alric studies his narrow blade with renewed practicality.
Alric
A better weapon would be welcome. I can use a short sword, if we find one, and I will not mistake a prayer for protection when steel is needed.
Ser Caldrin
The Western mile is not a measure of distance, lovely traveler. It is the old name of the road’s first boundary, three miles beyond the monastery.
The silver trail lengthens across frost-pale grass, marking a clear path west. Behind them, the monastery lamps shrink among the darkening trees.
Ser Caldrin
Beyond that boundary lies the abandoned waystation. We can reach it before midnight if we keep this pace, and there you may find a proper blade.
Alric
She turns danger into an errand for my improvement. I should be wary, though I admit the arrangement is agreeable.
“"Then let us be off." I say, lifting a hand, creating a mote of pink hued light to help Alric see in the dark. Continuing to follow the silver line of our path.”
SUCCESS (Superb Arcana, rolled +0)
Maekaelithe
Then let us be off.
Maekaelithe lifts a hand, and a mote of pink-hued light blooms above her palm. It drifts ahead at shoulder height, casting gentle color across the frost-pale grass and Alric’s attentive face.
Alric
That is considerably better than forcing me to read by starlight. You continue to make the road more agreeable than it deserves.
The silver line answers the new light by shining more clearly, each mark crisp against the dark. Maekaelithe follows it west, with Alric beside her and the monastery fading behind.
Ser Caldrin
A useful flame, and a graceful one. Keep it aloft, and the old boundary will find you without concealment or confusion.
Ser Caldrin glides onward beneath the deepening sky. The pink mote travels with the party, illuminating low stones, frozen weeds, and the first distant silhouette of the abandoned waystation.
“As we continue, I glance towards Ser Caldrin. "And what are you able to do my lovely, in the event that danger does greet us?"”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +1)
Maekaelithe
And what are you able to do, my lovely, in the event that danger does greet us?
Maekaelithe glances toward Ser Caldrin as the pink mote drifts ahead. His spectral armor catches its rosy glow, and the old road seems to listen.
Ser Caldrin
I can scout beyond mortal sight, warn you of threats before they reach the road, and bind lesser spirits to silence or retreat.
Caldrin raises one translucent gauntlet. Frost lifts from the grass in a widening ring, revealing faint tracks that cross the road ahead and vanish among the stones.
Ser Caldrin
Against the living, I wield an oathblade formed from memory. It cannot leave my hand, but it can turn aside steel and shield those walking under my guidance.
Alric
That is more protection than you promised us, Ser Caldrin. With your warning, his blade, and Maekaelithe's magic, we are not defenseless.
Ser Caldrin
Nor are you alone. I can conceal our passage from ordinary eyes, though I will not hide us from a danger the road itself has named.
“"Speaking of, so you are aware. Mine is the power of enchantment, It is not merely some sorcerer's or wizards tricks, I am born of the Succubi's bloodline. I can muddle the mind, or can bend and dominate others to my will. I have some capability with illusions, but it is no more powerful than this little one." I gesture to the mote of light illuminating the area around us. "So do not expect any grand spectacle or feat of arcane might from me. I cannot do much offensively."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +2)
Maekaelithe speaks beneath the pink mote, gesturing toward its gentle glow as she explains the succubus blood in her lineage and the modest reach of her illusions.
Maekaelithe
My power is enchantment, born of the Succubi’s bloodline. I can muddle minds, bend and dominate wills, and shape lesser illusions, but do not expect grand arcane spectacle. I cannot do much offensively.
The mote drifts onward, small and steady. Her admission settles into the road’s silence without diminishing the authority behind it.
Ser Caldrin
I expected no grand spectacle from you, Maekaelithe. A power that can turn a hostile will is no small defense, even when wielded quietly.
Alric
Then I will not mistake restraint for weakness. If you can muddle a pursuer’s mind, my blade may never need to meet theirs.
Ser Caldrin
She names her limits plainly, yet speaks of domination without hesitation. Such candor may be its own enchantment.
Ahead, the faint tracks cross the silver route again. Caldrin’s concealment gathers around the travelers, while the pink light continues to mark their peaceful passage.
“I glance at the tracks crossing ours on occasion. "Ser Caldrin, I have been meaning to ask, but what do you know of these? Do you think we may have company soon?"”
SUCCESS (Good Perception, rolled +0)
Maekaelithe
Ser Caldrin, I have been meaning to ask. What do you know of these tracks? Do you think we may have company soon?
Maekaelithe studies each crossing beneath the pink mote. The marks are fresher than the frost around them, pressed by several travelers moving east and west, not all together.
Ser Caldrin
They are recent, perhaps from this evening. Two sets belong to shod horses, while the lighter impressions are human or elven feet. Their paths separate before joining ours.
Caldrin lowers his spectral hand, and the frost lifts from the road in thin ribbons. Beneath it, a broken twig points toward the waystation, its sap still bright.
Ser Caldrin
Yes, we may have company soon. The tracks lead toward the abandoned waystation, and one rider paused here to watch this road before continuing west.
Alric
Then we should assume the waystation is known to others. I will keep the knife ready, and we should approach with care rather than surprise.
Ser Caldrin
She notices what the road tries to hide. Good. If watchers remain ahead, they will not find us unaware.
“I give a slight nod. "Well, it would not do to be walking up to a waystation with a ghost visible to all the world." I glance to Ser Caldrin. "So, you can possess others, who would you like to be inside of, Alric, or me?" I say in a playful, seductive tone.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +1)
Maekaelithe
Well, it would not do to approach a waystation with a ghost visible to all the world. You can possess others, so who would you like to be inside, Alric or me?
Her slight nod and seductive tone turn the question into an invitation. The pink mote glides ahead, while Ser Caldrin’s spectral outline dims beneath his concealment.
Ser Caldrin
Alric, if he consents. His witness-sigil already carries my oath, and my presence would pass as his prayerful vigilance rather than a ghost upon the road.
Alric
You make possession sound like another arrangement to negotiate. Still, if it keeps us unnoticed, I will consent to it.
The sigil at Alric’s wrist brightens. Ser Caldrin’s armor dissolves into silver threads that gather around the monk without pain or force.
Ser Caldrin
His body is willing, his oath is clear, and her charm has made caution feel almost ceremonial.
Ser Caldrin
Done. I see through Alric’s eyes and speak through his voice, but his hands and choices remain his own. The waystation lies ahead, and no ordinary watcher will see me.
“"My dear Alric, everything is an arrangement for negotiation." I lean against him. "And you are a monk travelling with a known harlot, make of that what you will." I say, looking ahead. "Since we'll have to have some sort of story for that here soon, we do make for very strange bedfellows after all."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled -1)
Maekaelithe
My dear Alric, everything is an arrangement for negotiation. And you are a monk travelling with a known harlot, make of that what you will. We will need some sort of story soon. We do make for very strange bedfellows.
Maekaelithe leans against Alric as they walk, her words carried beneath the veil of Caldrin’s presence. Ahead, the abandoned waystation rises from the dusk, its roofline broken against the stars.
Alric
Then we will tell them I am escorting you under monastery instruction, and that your reputation is precisely why I was assigned to you.
Ser Caldrin
A credible account. The oath gives him authority, and your notoriety gives the tale enough truth to discourage curious questions.
Alric’s voice carries Caldrin’s measured cadence, but his body shifts comfortably beneath the spirit’s guidance. His witness-sigil dims beneath his sleeve as the waystation’s dark windows come into view.
Alric
If anyone asks, I am your appointed escort and moral witness. Whether they believe the second title may depend on how closely you lean against me.
Ser Caldrin
She has given them a story before the road can give them suspicion. Strange bedfellows, perhaps, but a useful arrangement.
“"Oh? Do you not like my attention then?" I pout mockingly. "And here I was thinking of doing something very special for you when we turn in for the night."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled -2)
Maekaelithe
Oh? Do you not like my attention then? And here I was thinking of doing something very special for you when we turn in for the night.
Maekaelithe pouts mockingly against Alric’s shoulder, letting the promise linger beneath Caldrin’s borrowed cadence. The waystation’s broken gate looms close ahead.
Alric
I like your attention entirely too much for a moral witness to admit it safely. If your special plan is offered freely, I will hear it.
Ser Caldrin
His admission weakens the authority of our cover. From this moment, every watcher may judge Alric compromised.
Alric’s mouth curves despite himself, but the witness-sigil flashes beneath his sleeve. Caldrin’s presence steadies his posture while surrendering none of Maekaelithe’s promised answer.
Alric
But you owe me discretion afterward. If I am questioned, I will need your word that this arrangement does not make my testimony false.
Ser Caldrin
The cost is named. He will guard your secret, Maekaelithe, but his trust now rests upon your discretion as firmly as upon the monastery’s oath.
“I give him a smile. "Well then, enjoy me all you like." I then add after a moment.* "Both of you, since you're in one body at the moment." I lean back against Alric, as i continue to watch our path forward.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +0)
Maekaelithe
Well then, enjoy me all you like. Both of you, since you are in one body at the moment.
Maekaelithe smiles and leans back against Alric as they pass beneath the broken gate. Her invitation settles between the monk and the spirit, warm and unmistakable, while the path remains clear ahead.
Alric
That is a dangerous kindness to offer so plainly. I accept it, and I will not pretend your attention leaves me unmoved.
Ser Caldrin
Then I accept as well, Maekaelithe. I possess his body, but I remain myself, and your invitation reaches me without confusion.
The silver threads around Alric’s form shimmer in answer. His posture stays steady, yet his borrowed voice carries a softened cadence as the waystation’s dark windows draw nearer.
Alric
You have made our arrangement far less solemn than the monastery intended. I will guard your secret, and I will remember that this welcome was freely given.
Ser Caldrin
She has turned consent into companionship. The road may judge us, but neither of us can call her invitation unclear.
“"More your secret than mine. I'm happy with the way I am." I say, stopping to look about quietly. "No lights, you see any horses?"”
SUCCESS (Good Perception, rolled +2)
Maekaelithe
More your secret than mine. I am happy with the way I am. No lights, you see any horses?
Maekaelithe stops beneath the broken gate and quietly surveys the waystation. Moonlight lies across the yard, revealing a sagging stable, dark windows, and trampled frost without a single lantern burning.
Alric
No lights. I see no horses in the yard, and the stable doors stand open.
Ser Caldrin
There are no living mounts within the stable. The recent tracks continue past it, westward, but none return toward this place.
Alric’s head turns with Caldrin’s careful sight. Inside the stable, empty stalls show fresh straw disturbed by hooves, while a snapped tether hangs from one beam.
Alric
Someone kept horses here recently, then took them onward. The waystation itself appears abandoned, though the tracks are too fresh to ignore.
Ser Caldrin
No watcher waits in the stable, and no rider observes us from the road. For this moment, the dark belongs to no one.
“"Keep your hand on your dagger my dear, there could be a reason the rider passed by here." I say, slipping free of Alric and sauntering towards the waystation, letting my power start to act upon myself, the subtlety of my magic exaggerating the light and the play of the slight sway of my hips, making me look almost unnaturally beautiful and oozing with seduction as i head towards the door.”
SUCCESS (Superb Arcana, rolled -2)
Maekaelithe
Keep your hand on your dagger, my dear. There could be a reason the rider passed by here.
Maekaelithe slips free of Alric and saunters toward the waystation door. Her subtle magic catches the moonlight, sharpening every graceful movement until her beauty seems almost otherworldly.
The spell succeeds, but its glamour leaves a faint violet sheen along her horns and skin, a telltale signature that any practiced mage could recognize.
Alric
My hand is ready. Your magic is less subtle than you promised, though I doubt an ordinary watcher will understand what they see.
Ser Caldrin
The door bears no fresh dust, and its threshold has been crossed recently. I sense no living presence beyond it.
Maekaelithe reaches the warped door. Her heightened allure spills across the neglected wood, while the disturbed frost and broken latch suggest the rider stopped here before continuing west.
Alric
She walks toward uncertainty as though the darkness were already waiting to admire her.
✓ Quest Accepted
Discover why the rider stopped
“I give Alric a slight plain look. "I do have a reputation to uphold, after all." I say quietly, enough for only him to hear. Pushing open the door, I force the mote to erupt with pink light, illuminating the interior of the waystation as I continue to exaggerate my own features with seductive energy further.”
SUCCESS (Superb Arcana, rolled -2)
Maekaelithe
I do have a reputation to uphold, after all.
Maekaelithe gives Alric a plain, knowing look, then pushes open the warped door. The pink mote erupts above her, flooding the waystation’s interior with rosy light.
Her magic heightens the sweep of her horns, the gleam of her skin, and every deliberate curve of her presence. The glamour succeeds, but its violet signature brightens into an unmistakable beacon for any practiced mage.
Alric
Quietly spoken, yet hardly modest. If anyone skilled in magic is watching, they will know exactly what kind of power entered this room.
The light reveals a dust-coated common room, overturned stools, and a cold hearth. Fresh boot marks cross the floor toward a narrow stair, while rain-dark cloak fibers cling to one splintered chair.
Ser Caldrin
The rider rested here briefly. No living presence remains, but the trail continues upstairs before turning west again.
Alric
Her reputation may draw danger, but the spell has shown us where the rider went.
“"Mm... no fun, I hoped to make a fun show of things, oh well." I say, releasing the magic upon myself and letting the mote retract back to a small light. "If no one is here, I suppose I shall look upstairs, Alric, can you search for anything useful down here while i make myself... Presentable?" I say with a playful smile.”
SUCCESS (Good Perception, rolled -2)
Maekaelithe
Mm... no fun. I hoped to make a show of things, but oh well.
Maekaelithe releases the glamour. The violet sheen fades from her horns and skin, while the pink mote contracts to a small, steady light above her palm.
Maekaelithe
If no one is here, I suppose I shall look upstairs. Alric, can you search for anything useful down here while I make myself presentable?
The waystation settles into ordinary moonlit gloom. Maekaelithe notices the boot marks are older than the damp cloak fibers, but cannot determine whether the rider left hours or minutes ago.
Alric
I can search the common room and hearth. If the rider left anything useful, I will find it before joining you.
Alric draws his dagger and begins examining the overturned stools, cold hearth, and scattered refuse. His witness-sigil glows faintly as Caldrin watches through him.
Ser Caldrin
The stair remains clear. I sense no living presence above, though the rider’s trail ends beyond the upper landing.
✓ Quest Accepted
Establish whether the waystation is safe
− Scene Quest Removed
Seduce the monks
“I continue upstairs, sauntering my way up before examining the upper level.”
SUCCESS (Good Perception, rolled +2)
Maekaelithe saunters up the narrow stair, her small pink light drifting before her. Dust lifts from each step, and the old boards answer with restrained creaks.
The upper landing opens into two sleeping chambers and a cramped loft. Moonlight enters through cracked shutters, revealing undisturbed blankets, a travel chest, and fresh scuffs near the western room.
Her careful examination separates old dust from recent disturbance. The rider entered the western chamber, searched the chest, and departed through the loft window toward the west.
Ser Caldrin
There is no living presence above. The rider left by the window, and carried something heavy enough to drag briefly across the sill.
Inside the western chamber, Maekaelithe finds a torn strip of rain-dark cloth caught on a splinter, marked with three pale thread knots. Beneath the bed rests a cracked clay seal.
Ser Caldrin
Those knots belonged to the old road wardens. Their sign has not been used openly since the caravan vanished.
Alric
I found a soot-blackened buckle below. If the cloth and buckle match, someone prepared to travel under a warden’s protection.
“I nod slightly. "Leaving by the window is strange, why not just exit through the front door?" I ask, before gathering the objects, letting my fingers drift across them, feeling for any kind of magical presence within the objects.”
SUCCESS (Superb Arcana, rolled +1)
Maekaelithe
Leaving by the window is strange. Why not simply exit through the front door?
Her question carries down the stairwell. Maekaelithe gathers the rain-dark cloth and cracked clay seal, turning each beneath the pink light as her fingers search their hidden impressions.
Alric
The door would leave a witness, and perhaps a trail. Whoever came here wanted the road to remember nothing.
The cloth holds a restrained warding charm, old but intact. Its three pale knots anchor the magic to a road-sign and conceal the wearer from ordinary pursuit.
The clay seal answers more sharply. Beneath its cracks rests a dormant passage-mark, keyed to the western road and impressed with the vanished wardens’ authority.
Ser Caldrin
That seal could open a warden’s boundary, if its bearer knows the proper oath. The rider carried more than protection from this place.
Alric
Then the window was deliberate. The front door belonged to the waystation, but the loft gave access to the old road beyond its watch.
✓ Quest Accepted
Determine what lies beyond the warden's boundary
+ New Item Acquired
Warden Cloth
+ New Item Acquired
Cracked Clay Seal
“"Well, that will be something to figure out in the morning. Might as well keep the charm. A travelling harlot could make good use of the road's protection after all." I then saunter to the bed, settling myself upon it. "And now, my heroes, your prize for escorting me safely to this glorious den of safety. I slip my top off, making sure Alric's eyes are upon me as i do so.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled -2)
Maekaelithe
Well, that will be something to figure out in the morning. I will keep the charm. A travelling harlot can make good use of the road’s protection.
Maekaelithe pockets the rain-dark charm, then saunters to the bed and settles upon it. The old ward clings to her possession, recognizing her as its bearer.
Maekaelithe
And now, my heroes, your prize for escorting me safely to this glorious den of safety.
She removes her top with deliberate theatricality, ensuring Alric’s attention follows the gesture. The moment remains private and non-explicit, charged chiefly by her confident display.
Alric
You have certainly decided what sort of prize this journey deserves. I will look, but I will not mistake your invitation for ownership.
Ser Caldrin
Her charm won the road’s protection, but her performance spends some of Alric’s trust. He will expect discretion, and perhaps a debt answered later.
Alric’s composure survives, though his witness-sigil darkens with wary embarrassment. He accepts the arrangement’s promise, while making clear that his trust now carries a price.
“"Only look? My dear morsel, we're alone here, I would certainly hope you did more than just look." I say playfully, lifting a leg to trail a toe along the inside of his leg. "You're getting a night with a famous harlot, for free, take what you wish and let me truly make a man out of you."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +1)
Maekaelithe
Only look? My dear morsel, we're alone here, I would certainly hope you did more than just look. You're getting a night with a famous harlot, for free, take what you wish and let me truly make a man out of you.
Maekaelithe lifts one leg and trails her toe along the inside of Alric’s leg, her invitation unmistakable. The abandoned waystation holds only moonlight, dust, and their waiting shadows.
Alric
Then I will do more than look, if you truly offer this freely. I accept your invitation, Maekaelithe, and I will remember that you gave it without compulsion.
Ser Caldrin
Her persuasion leaves no uncertainty. Alric consents, and I will keep my presence quiet while they share this private hour.
Alric sets his dagger aside and closes the distance, his earlier wariness yielding to willing trust. The witness-sigil dims, honoring the choice rather than directing it.
The pink mote fades to a soft ember as the waystation’s upper room falls private around them. What follows is intimate and freely chosen, and the night passes without interruption.
Alric
She promised to make this night memorable. I believe her, and I will answer her generosity with discretion.
“I awake in the morning, giving the still sleeping Alric a coy smile. Reaching up a hand, I trace my fingers along his chin. "Time to wake, Alric, lest we keep Ser Caldrin waiting too long, speaking of, that must have been a very unique experience for you, I am curious how you enjoyed all of Alric's vigorous attentions to me felt to you."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +2)
Morning light filters through the cracked shutters. Maekaelithe wakes beside the still-sleeping Alric, gives him a coy smile, and traces her fingers along his chin.
Maekaelithe
Time to wake, Alric, lest we keep Ser Caldrin waiting too long. Speaking of him, that must have been a unique experience. Ser Caldrin, how did you enjoy Alric's vigorous attentions to me?
Alric stirs beneath her touch. The witness-sigil warms, and silver threads briefly glimmer around his sleeping form as Caldrin’s awareness rises with him.
Ser Caldrin
You ask boldly at dawn. I witnessed his attentions through his senses, while his hands and choices remained his own. Your welcome was unmistakable.
Ser Caldrin
She seeks no evasive courtesy. Very well, I will answer plainly, though the memory makes borrowed silence difficult.
Alric’s eyes open slowly, confusion giving way to embarrassed recognition. He remains still beneath her hand, listening as Caldrin’s voice settles into his throat.
Alric
I slept deeply, which is more than I expected after such a night. If Caldrin has an answer, I suspect it will be more carefully phrased than mine.
Quest Complete
Establish whether the waystation is safe
Attribute Upgrade: Perception Good→Great
“After dressing, I stretch slightly, turning my attention to the road outside. "Well, unless there is anything else, I suppose we should be off. Hopefully there's some berries or a tavern along the way, I do not like the idea of going hungry, and I don't know about you two, but I am no hunter."”
SUCCESS (Great Agility, rolled +1)
After dressing, Maekaelithe stretches lightly and turns toward the cracked shutters. Morning lays a pale road across the frost, leading west beyond the abandoned waystation.
Maekaelithe
Well, unless there is anything else, I suppose we should be off. Hopefully there are berries or a tavern along the way. I do not like going hungry, and I am no hunter.
Alric
I can gather berries if we find them, though I would much prefer a tavern. My monastery training included fasting, not wilderness cooking.
Ser Caldrin
There is a stream and a berry hollow beyond the old boundary. Farther west, the road reaches a wayhouse where travelers once bought bread and ale.
Alric finishes dressing and retrieves his dagger. Silver threads settle around him as Caldrin’s presence resumes its quiet watch, while the morning road waits beyond the loft window.
Alric
Then we should leave before the day grows hot. I will watch for tracks, and Caldrin can tell us whether the wayhouse still welcomes travelers.
Maekaelithe leads them downstairs and out through the broken gate. The three companions set west along the warden-marked road, with frost melting beneath their steps.
Quest Complete
Determine what lies beyond the warden's boundary
Skill Upgrade: Athletics Great→Superb
“I laugh slightly as we travel. "Hot? My dear, there is frost built up on the ground. How thick are those robes of yours?" I ask teasingly.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled -2)
Maekaelithe
I laugh lightly as we travel. "Hot? My dear, there is frost on the ground. How thick are those robes of yours?"
The tease lands cleanly. Alric looks down at his layered wool robes, then back at her with an embarrassed smile as frost crunches beneath their steps.
Alric
Thick enough for a monk who expects winter, apparently. Though beside you, even these feel like an admission of cowardice.
Ser Caldrin
His robes are practical, Maekaelithe. But he has now promised himself he will not complain about the cold while you walk lightly through it.
Alric’s smile fades when he notices two distant figures near the stream, one a young woman in a red cloak with dark braided hair, and the other an elderly man in a gray hooded coat with a white beard. He lowers his voice, clearly wary that strangers may have heard the exchange.
Alric
You have made me sound soft before possible witnesses. I will forgive it, but you owe me discretion if they ask why I am blushing.
“"It was harmless teasing. Besides, between the two of us, I am the anomaly, I'm wearing practically nothing, after all." I glance to the pair. "No horses... " I say quietly to Alric. "... I'll play my part, you don't have to worry, our fun stays between us, I don't kiss and tell after all." I say, before sauntering my way towards the pair. "Well hello there, a beautiful woman and a strapping older gentleman. Father and daughter? Sugar daddy? Illicit tryst? I am absolutely rapt with curiosity."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +1)
Maekaelithe
It was harmless teasing. Between the two of us, I am the anomaly. I am wearing practically nothing, after all.
Maekaelithe
No horses. I will play my part, Alric. You need not worry. Our fun stays between us. I do not kiss and tell.
Maekaelithe saunters toward the streamside pair, frost bright beneath her bare feet. The young woman’s red cloak and dark braid contrast sharply with the elderly man’s gray hood and white beard.
Maekaelithe
Well hello there, a beautiful woman and a strapping older gentleman. Father and daughter? Sugar daddy? Illicit tryst? I am absolutely rapt with curiosity.
Liora
Straight to the scandal, are you? No, he is my father, and the only illicit thing here is our trespassing on a road marked for wardens.
Hadran
She speaks truth, traveler. We have no horses because they were taken west, and we are waiting for someone who may know why.
Alric
Your discretion is appreciated, Maekaelithe. Their answer sounds useful, though I suspect you have already made us unforgettable.
“I smile and give Alric a theatrical bow. "I am always unforgettable Alric, it's part of my charm." Righting myself, I turn to the pair. All the horses are going west then? Sounds like they're all getting together for some secret horse gathering." I joke. "Anyway, I am Maekaelithe, though maybe you've heard of me." I look to the elderly man. "Mm... no, perhaps not, you don't look the type to go to a brothel." I tease slightly. "The quiet one trying his best to keep me on 'good behavior' is Alric, do not mind him."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled -1)
Maekaelithe
I am always unforgettable, Alric. It is part of my charm.
Maekaelithe gives Alric a theatrical bow, then straightens toward the streamside pair. Frost glitters beneath her bare feet as her smile turns mischievous.
Maekaelithe
All the horses are going west, then? Sounds like they are gathering for some secret horse festival.
Maekaelithe
I am Maekaelithe, though perhaps you have heard of me. No? You do not look the type to visit a brothel.
Maekaelithe
And the quiet one trying to keep me well behaved is Alric. Do not mind him.
Liora
I have heard the name. My father has too, though he pretends otherwise. Your reputation is difficult to miss.
Hadran
I have no need of brothels to recognize a memorable traveler. The horses were driven west together by wardens, toward the old boundary stone. We are waiting for their messenger.
“"So they took your horses, and then said they'd send a messenger? That seems a bit strange, don't you think? That sounds less like 'wardens' and more like 'horse thief'." I shrug, turning my attention to the woman. "So you've heard of me hmm? You're the kind of woman that like other women then?" I give her a seductive smile. "I don't mind that." I tease. "So what are your names then?"”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +0)
Maekaelithe
So they took your horses and promised a messenger? That sounds less like wardens and more like horse thieves. And you have heard of me, hmm? Do you favor women as well? I do not mind. What are your names?
Maekaelithe shrugs toward the elderly man, then turns her seductive smile upon the young woman. The stream murmurs between them as frost glitters underfoot.
Liora
It is strange, yes. The wardens claimed authority, but no messenger has come. My name is Liora, and I do favor women when the woman is as compelling as you.
Hadran
I am Hadran. I called them wardens because of their marks, though thieves may wear honest signs when no one remains to challenge them.
Alric
She has learned both names and an admission before I could caution her. The road grows more complicated, but not less agreeable.
Liora
Liora Hadran, daughter of this suspicious old man. If you are truly traveling west, perhaps you can help us find those horses, and discover whether their riders serve the wardens or merely steal their authority.
“I glance at Aldric, before looking to Liora. "Well, the favor is returned, you've a lovely body, and I do enjoy fiery hair." I tease again, looking between them. "Well, I certainly don't mind the company. Have you talent with bows or swords? We could use a hunter at the least."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +3)
Maekaelithe
Well, the favor is returned. You have a lovely body, and I do enjoy fiery hair. I certainly do not mind the company. Can you use bows or swords? We could use a hunter at least.
Maekaelithe glances at Alric, then turns her teasing smile upon Liora. The compliment lands warmly, while Hadran watches with guarded amusement beside the murmuring stream.
Liora
I can use a bow well enough to bring down a running hare, and I know which end of a sword receives a bandit. If you need a hunter, I will join you.
Alric
She has recruited a capable archer with a compliment and a question. I should stop pretending her methods are anything but effective.
Liora
More than that, I found one of the stolen horses’ tracks this morning. They lead toward a hidden ford beneath the old boundary stone, not the main road.
Hadran
Liora, you said nothing of this. If the riders used the ford, they may be avoiding the warden road entirely.
Liora
I said nothing because I wanted someone willing to follow it. You look willing, Maekaelithe, and your monk looks careful enough to keep us alive.
“I nod slightly, glancing to Alric, though looking past his eyes towards Ser Caldrin within him. "Well, I don't mind, how about you?"”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +1)
Maekaelithe
Well, I do not mind. How about you?
Maekaelithe nods slightly toward Alric, but her gaze passes through his eyes toward Ser Caldrin within him. Liora watches the exchange with open curiosity.
Alric
I do not mind. Liora knows the land and can shoot, which makes her welcome company on a road where thieves wear warden marks.
Ser Caldrin
I consent as well. Her knowledge of the hidden ford may lead us to the stolen horses and those misusing the wardens’ authority.
Liora
Then it is settled. I will guide you to the ford, and I will shoot only those who give us no better choice.
Hadran
If Liora goes, I go too. I know the boundary stone, and I will not leave my daughter to strangers, however charming they may be.
Liora retrieves a short ash bow and a quiver from beneath her red cloak. She points upstream, where the stream bends toward a line of ancient stones hidden among the birches.
“I give a slight nod. "Fair enough, though if you wish for warmth Hadran, I'll share it for coin." I say, glancing to Liora as I saunter up beside her. "So, tell me of yourself. I am very curious about you." I say, slipping an arm around hers.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled -1)
Maekaelithe
Fair enough, though if you wish for warmth, Hadran, I will share it for coin. So, tell me of yourself, Liora. I am very curious about you.
Maekaelithe saunters up beside Liora and slips an arm through hers. Hadran watches the offer with raised brows, while the path bends upstream beneath the birches.
Hadran
Coin is a fair price for warmth, though I suspect your company costs more than winter shelter. I will consider the offer when we make camp.
Liora
There is plenty to tell, if you truly wish to hear it. I grew up along this stream, learned the bow from my father, and know every ford between here and the western boundary.
Liora
I left these woods once, hoping to find a wider life, but towns offered little that suited me. The road, at least, tells the truth when someone has disturbed it.
Liora accepts Maekaelithe’s closeness without hesitation, her red cloak brushing the tiefling’s arm as she leads them toward the hidden ford. Her gaze remains alert, though her smile turns curious.
Liora
And you? You ask questions like a woman collecting stories, but I suspect you prefer making them. What brought you onto this warden road?
“"Me? Oh, I enjoy travelling. Though I am always in the search for... Talent, so to speak. Eventually I would like to settle in with a house of my own, filled with beauties like yourself who would want nothing more than to make every night a man or woman's most debaucherously lurid fantasy come to life."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled -3)
Maekaelithe
Me? I enjoy travelling, though I am always searching for talent. Eventually, I want a house of my own, filled with beauties like you who can make every night someone's most lurid fantasy.
Maekaelithe's ambition hangs brightly between the birches. Liora keeps walking, but her arm remains linked with Maekaelithe's, while Hadran's raised brows settle into wary attention.
Liora
A house of beauties, then. You are not searching for a casual companion, but for women willing to build your dream with you.
Liora
She makes desire sound like a profession and a promise. I am intrigued, but I will not become someone's ornament.
Hadran
A bold ambition, traveler. If you recruit my daughter, she will choose her own place in that house, and no promise of pleasure changes that.
Liora
I might enjoy hearing more, Maekaelithe. But if you want my talent, you will first prove this house has room for my bow, my judgment, and my freedom.
The hidden ford appears through the trees, its stones slick beneath the running water. Liora's interest is won, but her trust now carries a price: she expects proof that Maekaelithe's grand house protects its chosen beauties rather than merely displaying them.
“I smile and trail a finger along her chin. "Oh, I never said I wouldn't want a personal lover or two. Those I invite into my house would be as much mine as I theirs. At the least, those that live their lives there with me, those that visit us and our beds, that is another matter." I look to the ford, slipping free of Liora to allow her freedom. "So horses may cross this, but how about us? You know this area better than we do."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled -2)
Maekaelithe
I never said I would not want a personal lover or two. Those who live in my house would be mine as much as I would be theirs. Visitors and bedfellows are another matter. As for this ford, can horses cross it, and can we?
Maekaelithe trails a finger along Liora’s chin, then slips free of her arm and turns toward the rushing water. The release makes her invitation sound like a choice rather than a claim.
Liora
You make possession sound almost generous. I will hear more, but if I ever join your house, my bow, judgment, and freedom remain mine.
Liora
She wants me, plainly and boldly. That is flattering, but I will make her prove wanting me is not the same as owning me.
Liora
Yes, horses can cross here when the water is this low. We can cross too, if we use the flat stones upstream and keep our footing.
Liora points to a shallow shelf where pale stones break the current. Her answer grants the group a safe crossing, but her raised chin makes the price of her interest unmistakable.
Hadran
Then cross carefully. And understand this, traveler: Liora’s freedom is not a bargaining token. If your house cannot protect it, she will never enter.
“"All that is just a dream for now Hadran. If Liora does join me, it would be as a lover first, the ambition of a brothel that I control is nothing but that for now, an ambition." I glance at Liora playfully. "As you're the first I have found willing to hear me out, perhaps you may well have a say in how it becomes a reality, how does that strike you?" I say as I follow behind her, following her steps exactly as she crosses the ford. "Alric, be careful now, if we're following horse thieves, it wouldn't do to get those robes of yours wet and have to start a fire."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled -1)
Maekaelithe
All that is just a dream for now, Hadran. If Liora joins me, she would be a lover first. The brothel is only an ambition I control.
Maekaelithe
As you are the first willing to hear me out, perhaps you may have a say in how it becomes real. How does that strike you?
Maekaelithe glances playfully at Liora and follows her steps across the ford, placing each bare foot on the same pale stones as the archer. The current rushes cold around their ankles.
Maekaelithe
Alric, be careful now. If we are following horse thieves, it would not do for those robes of yours to get wet and force us to start a fire.
Liora
That strikes me as far more honest. If I help shape this house, I will help decide its rules, its protections, and who belongs there. Lover first, architect afterward, perhaps.
Liora crosses cleanly and offers Maekaelithe a steadying hand on the far bank. Her guarded expression has softened into keen interest, while Hadran watches the exchange from midstream.
Alric
I am being careful. Though if my robes do become soaked, I expect your promised concern to include gathering dry kindling.
“I accept Liora's steadying hand and wait for the others to cross. Once we're all on the other side of the stream, I glance to Liora. "So, where does our path take us then? As you might imagine, I am not suited to tracking horse thieves, or anyone else for that matter." I say with a slight chuckle.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled -1)
Maekaelithe
So, where does our path take us then? As you might imagine, I am not suited to tracking horse thieves, or anyone else for that matter.
Maekaelithe accepts Liora’s steadying hand and reaches the far bank. Alric crosses after her with careful steps, followed by Hadran, who grips his staff against the current.
Liora
The trail leaves the stream at those standing stones, then climbs toward the boundary hill. I can follow it, even if the thieves tried to hide it.
Liora
She admits what she cannot do without shame, then asks me to lead without pretending otherwise. That is a promising kind of honesty.
Liora kneels beside the far bank and brushes moss from a flat stone. Beneath it, a deep hoofprint darkens the mud, pointing toward a narrow path between the birches.
Alric
Then Liora leads, and we keep together. I will watch the rear while Hadran stays near the center, where the ground is firm.
Hadran
The boundary hill is less than an hour away. If the riders passed there, we should find their camp or their trail before noon.
✓ Quest Accepted
Reach the boundary hill
“"Then I will do what I am able as well." I say, breathing deeply as we travel. Looking to the trees, I extend my power out, bending the shadows to my will to help mask our approach.”
SUCCESS (Superb Arcana, rolled +1)
Maekaelithe
Then I will do what I am able as well.
Maekaelithe breathes deeply as they travel, extending her power into the birches. Shadows lengthen beneath the branches and fold across the path, veiling the group’s movement without disturbing the hoofprints.
The woodland dark gathers around their party like a moving canopy. Footsteps soften, bright clothing dulls into bark-colored obscurity, and even the crossing wind carries their scent away from the trail.
Liora
That is useful magic. I can still see the hoofprint, but anyone watching from the hill will find only shifting shade.
Alric
I will admit, I expected your power to announce us rather than hide us. I shall keep my steps quiet and let the trees do their work.
Hadran
Then we approach the boundary unseen, if the old stones still favor concealment. Liora, take us along the narrow path.
Liora
Stay close. The trail climbs there, and beyond the rise we may see the thieves before they ever know we are near.
“I glance playfully to Alric. "Sometimes grand displays are needed, other times, a subtle hand is required. Illusion and enchantment are practices that require a bit of theatrics to work well. They are not like your magic that often requires brute force to shape. We each have our time and place, no?" I tease, before turning my attention back to Liora, following close behind.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +1)
Maekaelithe
Sometimes grand displays are needed, and other times a subtle hand serves best. Illusion and enchantment need theatrics, unlike your more forceful magic. We each have our time and place, no?
Maekaelithe glances playfully toward Alric, then returns her attention to Liora, following close behind as the shadowed path climbs beneath the birches.
Alric
No argument there. Your subtle hand has hidden four travelers in plain woodland, while my prayers would likely have announced every footstep.
Alric
She makes our differences sound complementary rather than unequal. I find that interpretation difficult to resist.
Liora
Then keep that subtle hand ready. The hilltop is just ahead, and your concealment has carried us safely to its edge.
Liora sinks behind a curtain of hazel branches and raises two fingers. Through the leaves, the old boundary stones appear below, surrounding a rough camp beside three stolen horses.
Liora
There they are. Three riders, warden-marked cloaks, and our horses tethered beside the stones. No messenger came because they are the ones holding the road.
“I nod. "Then make ready what weapons you are able. I will go forward first while you remain hidden." I glance to Alric. "You wanted to see what my reputation was bought with, keep your eyes upon me, witness." I say, slipping out of my clothing and sauntering forward. Focusing inwards, I again enhance myself with a portion of my power. Enhancing my beauty to an unnatural degree, darkening the shadows on my form while bringing out the highlights of the sunlight playing on my skin, making me take more of the lurid form of my succubus heritage. "Why hello there, to what do I owe the honor of three strapping young men upon my grove?" I ask, continuing to saunter towards them.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled -1)
Maekaelithe
Then make ready what weapons you are able. I will go forward first while you remain hidden. Alric, keep your eyes upon me, witness.
Maekaelithe nods, slips out of her clothing, and saunters from the hazel screen. Her magic deepens every shadow and catches the sunlight across her skin, drawing out an unmistakable, otherworldly succubus glamour.
Alric
My eyes are upon you, witness and all. Liora, keep your bow ready. Hadran, stay behind the stones.
The three young men rise beside the stolen horses. Their warden-marked cloaks hang over travel-stained leather, and each reaches for a weapon before Maekaelithe’s glamour turns their caution into stunned attention.
Maekaelithe
Why hello there. To what do I owe the honor of three strapping young men upon my grove?
Rovan
We meant no trespass, beautiful lady. These horses are under our protection, and we would gladly explain ourselves rather than offend the mistress of this grove.
Rovan
Lower your weapons, brothers. She approaches openly, and I will not have us answer courtesy with steel. If she claims these horses, we shall hear her terms.
✓ Quest Accepted
Recover the stolen horses
“I smile, keeping some distance from the three. "Oh, are the horses of some great importance? Perhaps they are chosen by the gods?" I say, looking them over each in turn. I start to imbue my voice with a charming effect. "Is that really true? why should horses have need of protection, answer me faithfully what you are doing here and I may well grant you a fitting reward."”
SUCCESS (Superb Arcana, rolled +1)
Maekaelithe
Oh, are the horses of some great importance? Perhaps they are chosen by the gods? Is that really true? Tell me faithfully what you are doing here, and I may grant you a fitting reward.
Maekaelithe keeps her distance, studying each rider in turn as charm threads through her voice. The magic settles over them like warm sunlight, turning suspicion into eager candor.
Rovan
They are not chosen by gods, beautiful lady. We took them because the old warden seal marks them as offerings for the boundary stone, and we were ordered to guard them.
Rovan
Our captain claims the horses carry a road-spirit’s blessing. At dusk, we are to lead them west through the stones and deliver them to the one who waits beyond.
Liora
That is not protection. It is theft dressed in warden colors. My family’s horses were taken for a ritual no one explained.
Rovan
We were told the horses would be returned after the boundary opened. I do not know who waits beyond it, only that the captain fears the name Ser Caldrin.
✓ Quest Accepted
Prevent the boundary stone from being opened
Quest Complete
Discover why the rider stopped
Attribute Upgrade: Perception Great→Superb
Quest Complete
Reach the boundary hill
Skill Upgrade: Arcana Superb→Legendary
“I nod slightly. "An interesting thing to fear, a long dead hero. Perhaps he fears a curse?" I shake my head emphatically, before imbuing my voice with a more dominating effect. "You have been faithful, but, I may only impart my blessing upon one, and this grove requires blood to be nourished. You have blades, chose among yourselves who will take the blessing."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Arcana, rolled +1)
Maekaelithe
An interesting thing to fear, a long-dead hero. Perhaps he fears a curse? You have been faithful, but I may bless only one. This grove requires blood to be nourished. Choose among yourselves who will receive the blessing.
Maekaelithe shakes her head emphatically, then lets domination deepen her voice. The glamour spreads through the clearing, making the boundary stones hum beneath the riders’ boots.
Rovan
We choose among ourselves, then. No quarrel, brothers. The blessing must be paid, and she has granted us the honor of deciding.
Teren
I will take it. You have families waiting, and I have no one beyond this company. Let the grove be nourished through me.
The Youngest Rider
No, Rovan. You lead us, but I will not let you bear the captain’s order and this price together. Choose me instead.
Rovan
Enough. The choice is mine as captain. I will receive the blessing, and you two will lower your blades and witness it.
Liora
Maekaelithe, they are enthralled, but they are choosing among themselves. If one must stand forward, make certain their captain tells us who ordered this ritual.
“I smile, nodding to the captain. "You chose the blessing then? So righteous." I look to the other two. "You heard your captain. offer yourselves to the grove." I says, before beckoning the captain closer.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Arcana, rolled -1)
Maekaelithe
You chose the blessing then? So righteous. You heard your captain. Offer yourselves to the grove.
Maekaelithe smiles and beckons the captain closer. Her legendary enchantment settles through the boundary stones, turning his command into an unquestioned law within the clearing.
Rovan
We offer ourselves to the grove. Rovan, bring the horses forward. Teren, stand with me. The captain’s order is sacred.
Teren
Yes, captain. We will give what the stones demand, and the grove will open its road.
The Youngest Rider
I obey. But before the rite begins, the captain will name the one who sent us, as Maekaelithe required.
The three riders move willingly toward the ancient stones, lowering their weapons and leading the stolen horses between them. The grove accepts their submission in a hush of rustling leaves.
Rovan
Our captain ordered this, under the seal of the western warden house. He serves the one beyond the boundary, and fears Ser Caldrin because the dead knight knows his true name.
“I nod slightly. "So it begins." I say, turning my enchantment to their eyes, darkening the vision of the horse thieves before signaling the others to attack.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Arcana, rolled -2)
Maekaelithe
So it begins.
Maekaelithe turns her enchantment toward the three riders’ eyes. Their vision clouds into heavy violet darkness, while the boundary stones drink the spell and flare with thornlike light.
Maekaelithe
Their sight is gone, but the stones now know my hand.
Her slight signal passes through the grove. Liora rises from the hazel screen with bow drawn, Alric advances behind the stones, and Hadran moves to secure the horses.
Liora
Now. Keep them away from the mounts.
Liora’s arrow strikes the captain’s weapon hand, forcing his blade into the grass. Alric closes on Rovan’s brothers as Hadran cuts the nearest tether and leads a horse clear.
Rovan
I cannot see! The grove has betrayed us. Captain, name the one beyond, or we are all lost!
Ser Caldrin
The boundary has tasted Maekaelithe’s power. Beyond the stones, something now knows precisely who has challenged its rite.
✓ Quest Accepted
Discover who commands the western warden house
“I continue to hold the enchantment on the thieves until the horses are freed. giving the others freedom to attack or detain at their leisure.”
FAILURE (Good Willpower, rolled -2)
Maekaelithe holds the enchantment steady as Hadran cuts the remaining tethers. Violet darkness clings to the riders, but cracks spread through it like light beneath ice.
The boundary stones pulse against her spell. The horses surge away from the rite, hooves scattering leaves, while Liora and Alric force the two younger riders back from them.
Rovan
The veil is breaking! Hold the horses, fools, or the boundary will close before the offering is made!
Maekaelithe’s control slips before the horses are fully clear. Sight returns unevenly: Rovan sees the freed mounts, while Teren remains blind and drops to his knees.
Liora
The horses are clear. Alric, bind them while Hadran leads them farther uphill. Rovan is looking toward the western stones.
Ser Caldrin
The failed veil revealed the route. The thorn-light gathers at the western marker, and the captain’s order was meant to open that passage, not merely feed the grove.
Rovan
You think freeing the horses saves you? The boundary has already marked her. The one beyond knows Maekaelithe’s name now.
Quest Complete
Recover the stolen horses
Attribute Upgrade: Willpower Good→Great
“I smirk, escaping with the others. "That's not the threat you think it is, Rovan! I'll be seeing you again soon, I think." I tease, before following Liora.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +3)
Maekaelithe
That’s not the threat you think it is, Rovan! I’ll be seeing you again soon, I think.
Maekaelithe smirks and follows Liora uphill, her escape certain. The taunt catches Rovan harder than the failing enchantment, leaving him staring after her instead of pursuing.
Rovan
You think this is a promise? It is a warning. The one beyond the marker will welcome your name.
Liora
Keep moving. The horses are ahead, and the western stones are waking behind us.
Liora leads Maekaelithe through the birches while Alric and Hadran drive the freed horses uphill. The thorn-light recedes, unable to close around those who escaped its boundary.
Alric
Rovan was frightened, but your farewell unsettled him more than the spell did. He may hesitate before reporting what happened.
Ser Caldrin
And he revealed the advantage your question earned: the one beyond cannot command the boundary until the western marker hears my true name. We have time to reach it first.
“I nod. "And what then? That 'one beyond the boundary' apparently fears Caldrin." I think for a few moments, before stopping. "We face a demon, don't we?" I say, looking to Alric.”
FAILURE (Fair Reasoning, rolled -2)
Maekaelithe
And what then? That one beyond the boundary apparently fears Caldrin. We face a demon, don't we?
Maekaelithe
Rovan named fear, but not the creature’s nature.
Alric
I cannot say. The monastery taught us signs of possession and infernal bargains, but none are certain here. Fear of Ser Caldrin proves only that the thing knows his oath.
Maekaelithe’s question hangs between the birches. The horses stamp nervously uphill, while the thorn-light behind them fades into the trees and leaves no clear answer in its wake.
Ser Caldrin
Demon, spirit, or something older, I do not know. My true name is the key it fears, but naming its kind without proof would serve its deception.
Liora
Then we stop guessing and reach the western marker first. If the creature wants Caldrin’s name, the stone may tell us what waits beyond it.
Alric
And if the marker confirms a demon, we face that truth prepared. Until then, we treat the unknown as hostile and keep the horses moving.
Quest Complete
Prevent the boundary stone from being opened
Attribute Upgrade: Willpower Great→Superb
“I nod slightly, looking to Liora. "Then you are with us then, you have your horses, you may back out if you wish."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +2)
Maekaelithe
Then you are with us. You have your horses, and you may back out if you wish.
Maekaelithe gives Liora a slight nod. The invitation carries no hook, and the archer’s guarded expression eases as the rescued horses gather uphill behind them.
Liora
I am with you. I wanted my horses back, but I also want to know who hides beyond that marker. I will not leave while the answer is within reach.
Hadran
Then I remain as well. These are my horses, and I know the boundary hill. We should reach the marker before the riders recover their courage.
The group climbs through thinning birches. Ahead, the western marker rises from the hilltop, a tall stone wrapped in pale thorns that pulse beneath the morning sky.
Ser Caldrin
The marker recognizes my oath. Something has already touched it from beyond, but it has not yet opened the passage. We must approach together.
Alric
Then Liora and Hadran stay behind the horses, while I stand beside Maekaelithe. If the stone speaks, we listen before anyone crosses.
“I nod slightly. "Then they deserve to know the truth, Alric. I'll not hide something from those that chose to risk themselves beside me. Caldrin, you may reveal yourself to them. They fought beside us of their own volition, they have my trust."”
SUCCESS (Superb Willpower, rolled -2)
Maekaelithe
Then they deserve the truth, Alric. I will not hide it from those who chose to risk themselves beside me. Caldrin, reveal yourself. They have my trust.
Maekaelithe’s quiet command carries up the hill. Holding her will against the marker’s pressure leaves her briefly unsteady, and Liora notices the hesitation before it passes.
Ser Caldrin
You have earned the truth. I am Ser Caldrin, oathbreaker of the western road, and my spirit has traveled within Alric by his consent.
Silver threads unwind from Alric’s shoulders and gather beside him. Ser Caldrin’s armored spectral form becomes fully visible, his faded helm bowed toward Liora and Hadran.
Liora
A ghost, then. You fought beside us without turning your blade against us, and Maekaelithe trusted you enough to show us. I will hear the rest.
Hadran
I have seen wardens counterfeit their marks, but never a dead knight walk beneath one. Speak plainly, Ser Caldrin. What waits beyond this stone?
Alric
Her will held, though the effort showed. Now they know the truth, and none of us can pretend this road is ordinary.
“"He can speak his story as we travel. I am not so grand an enchantress that I would believe the thieves fear of what I am capable of won't have them follow us." I smirk after a moment. "So, strangeness of that area besides, what do you think, do i live up to the reputation?"”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled -2)
Maekaelithe
He can speak his story as we travel. I am not so grand an enchantress that I would believe the thieves will not follow us. So, what do you think? Do I live up to the reputation?
Maekaelithe smirks and turns from the thorn-wrapped marker. The group starts down the western slope, horses between them, while Caldrin walks openly beneath the pale morning sky.
Alric
You live up to it enough that I distrust every compliment and still listen for the next one. Your reputation is smaller than your ambition, but not by much.
Alric
She asked for judgment and received it plainly. If I flatter her now, Liora and Hadran will think my witness already bought.
Ser Caldrin
The thieves will follow, as you say. Rovan fears my name, but fear drives men toward their captain when failure threatens them.
Liora glances from Caldrin to Maekaelithe, her bow loose in hand. Hadran leads the horses downhill, listening as the spectral knight’s story begins beneath the birches.
Liora
Alric’s answer is honest, which makes it useful. I believe your reputation now, Maekaelithe, but that means I expect you to keep your promises about freedom.
“I nod slightly. "Oh, the compliments have always been honest, that's the beauty of it all. A part of being demonic in heritage is that every silvered word can both be honest and a lie simultaneously, it all depends on the person listening." I say, looking at Alric seriously. "I would consider, what that means if you distrust my words so much." I then look to Liora. "I do not like the idea of slavery, Before i came into my power, I was bought and traded like cattle, my kind are not looked upon kindly by yours, most especially if they lack the power or drive to protect themselves. I would not put such a fate upon others."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled -1)
Maekaelithe
The compliments have always been honest. That is the beauty of it. With demonic heritage, every silvered word can be honest and a lie, depending on who listens. If you distrust me, consider what that means. And Liora, I oppose slavery. Before I came into my power, I was bought and traded like cattle. My kind are treated poorly, especially those without the power to defend themselves. I would never impose that fate on another.
Maekaelithe’s serious gaze holds first Alric, then Liora. The horses continue downhill, but the group’s attention settles around her confession instead of the road.
Alric
Then your compliments may be honest even when they mislead me. I will judge your meaning by your actions, not punish you for the nature you inherited.
Liora
I believe you. Someone who was bought and traded would know exactly what freedom costs. If your house ever stands, I will help make certain no one inside it becomes property.
Hadran
That is a serious promise, traveler. I have heard charm used to dress greed before, but you have given your reason plainly. I will remember it.
Ser Caldrin
Your past explains the ferocity behind your ambition. A house built by choice, guarded by choice, would oppose the chains that once held you.
Liora’s hand closes around her bow as she walks, not in threat but resolve. Ahead, the western road descends toward dark pines, and fresh hoofprints join the group’s trail.
“I laugh at Hadran's comment. "Well of course charm dresses greed in my profession. the more charming you are, the more money you make, after all!" I fall in step with Liora. "A good lesson to learn, if you're to join me Liora, a kind word or a soft touch can earn you a great deal." I say, leaning my head on her shoulder as we walk.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +0)
Maekaelithe
Well of course charm dresses greed in my profession. The more charming you are, the more money you make, after all!
Maekaelithe laughs at Hadran’s comment and falls easily into step beside Liora. The horses descend through the pines, their tack creaking softly beneath the morning wind.
Maekaelithe
A good lesson to learn, if you're to join me, Liora. A kind word or a soft touch can earn you a great deal.
She leans her head against Liora’s shoulder as they walk. Liora accepts the closeness without breaking stride, her bow resting comfortably against her hip.
Liora
Then I will learn the difference between charm that opens a door and charm that hides a cage. I can use the first, and I will recognize the second.
Hadran
A profitable lesson, perhaps, but remember that a soft touch still needs a willing hand beneath it. Liora has both judgment and a bow.
Liora
She makes instruction feel like an invitation, and I find myself willing to accept both.
“I nod at Hadran's words. "Which is a good thing to have in a free held brothel. Though we might need to get her something a bit more practical than a bow in that respect. Can't really aim with a big sweaty, naked man atop you, after all."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +3)
Maekaelithe
Which is a good thing to have in a freehold brothel. Though we might need to get her something more practical than a bow in that respect. You cannot really aim with a big, sweaty, naked man atop you, after all.
Maekaelithe’s nod becomes a wickedly practical gesture toward Liora’s bow. Her joke lands cleanly among the pines, turning the imagined house into a place with rules, tools, and room for pleasure without surrendering choice.
Liora
Then I will keep the bow for the doors and learn something smaller for the bedrooms. A knife, perhaps, or a cudgel hidden beneath the mattress.
Hadran
Practical indeed. If the house is freehold, every woman should have a weapon within reach, and every guest should know whose rules govern the room.
Liora
She makes protection sound as important as seduction. If I help build this place, I can make certain both are treated honestly.
Alric
I know a village ahead with a leatherworker and a smith. They could outfit hidden sheaths, sturdy locks, and whatever other defenses your ambitious house requires.
Hadran
That is your advantage, Maekaelithe. Liora knows the bow, but now you have a route to proper protection before the first door of your brothel ever opens.
“"Alric! Helping shape the future of a brothel!? What would your brothers say?" I say teasingly, looking back to give him a wink and blow him a kiss.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +1)
Maekaelithe
Alric! Helping shape the future of a brothel!? What would your brothers say?
Maekaelithe looks back over her shoulder, winks, and blows Alric a kiss. The gesture catches him mid-step beneath the pines.
Alric
My brothers would say I had finally abandoned sensible work for an impossible woman and an even more impossible house.
Hadran
Would they be wrong? You are discussing locks, hidden weapons, and brothel rules with remarkable seriousness.
Alric
They would also ask whether I had lost my vows. I have not. Helping protect willing people is not the same as sharing every purpose of the house.
Liora
Then tell them that a freehold needs more than charm. It needs walls, guards, laws, and someone willing to challenge its founder.
Alric
She teases me before them, yet the question deserves an answer. If I help build this place, I must make certain its freedom is real.
“I glance to Liora. "Oh, you can challenge me any time... " I tease, letting my lips brush her ear. Pulling back slightly so as not to be too loud to her I call back to Alric. "I take that 'impossible' comment as a compliment, you know!"”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +1)
Maekaelithe
Oh, you can challenge me any time...
Maekaelithe glances to Liora, lets her lips brush the archer’s ear, then pulls back just enough to keep the tease private beneath the pines.
Liora
Any time? Then I will challenge you whenever your ambition forgets to leave room for my judgment.
Maekaelithe
I take that “impossible” comment as a compliment, you know!
Alric
It was intended as one. Impossible women are rarely dull, though they do make sensible brothers worry.
Liora’s smile lingers as she resumes walking, her shoulder brushing Maekaelithe’s. Behind them, Alric shakes his head, though amusement softens his guarded expression.
Hadran
Then accept the compliment, traveler. An impossible house may yet stand, if its impossible founder allows sensible people to help build it.
“I nod slightly. "You can say my name, Hadran, it won't hurt you." I say, enjoying the closeness of Liora, letting my eyes drift ahead as we travel.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled -2)
Maekaelithe
You can say my name, Hadran. It will not hurt you.
Maekaelithe nods slightly, enjoying Liora’s warmth at her side while her eyes drift along the pine-lined road. Hadran studies her, then inclines his head.
Hadran
Maekaelithe, then. The name carries no curse that I can hear, though saying it aloud makes me responsible for remembering who offered me that courtesy.
His reassurance succeeds, but the favor gains weight immediately. Hadran now treats her name as a personal trust, and his guarded attention settles more firmly upon her ambitions.
Liora
There. He survived it. Though now he will expect you to remember his name when you ask him to help build your impossible house.
Hadran
Precisely. I will speak for your freedom when the house takes shape, Maekaelithe, but I will also challenge any rule that threatens it.
Alric
Then the house has gained its first critic, its first witness, and perhaps its first unpaid counselor. That seems more useful than another admirer.
“"Wait, who's a critic here? Not Liora... " I say, glancing back to the other two. "Way we were talking I was thinking her more as like, my right hand or head mistress or something... " I look back forward, watching the road. "We can work on the title, fact remains, she'd have an important role to play at my side."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +2)
Maekaelithe
Wait, who's a critic here? Not Liora. I was thinking of her as my right hand, or head mistress, or something. The title can wait, but she has an important role at my side.
Maekaelithe glances back toward Hadran and Alric, then faces the pine-lined road again. Her words settle over the party with confident, deliberate weight.
Liora
Then I accept the place beside you, provided it means authority rather than ornament. I can be your right hand, and I will help shape the house from its first stone.
Hadran
I am the critic, plainly. Liora may stand at your side, but I will remain the voice asking whether your grand promises survive contact with difficult choices.
Alric
A right hand, a head mistress, and a counselor already named. Your impossible house is acquiring offices before it has walls.
Liora
She sees more in me than a beautiful recruit. If I stand beside her, I can make certain her dream leaves room for judgment and freedom.
Hadran
Then let the title wait, Maekaelithe. The important part is clear: Liora has a place beside you, and I will hold you both to what that means.
“"Yes Daddy... " I say in a playful tone. "Before all that though, we have a warden problem to deal with... " I look to Caldin. "I don't know much about these Wardens. What are they like? If you're such an 'oathbreaker', why is it they are apparently trying to undo the seal to, what I am going to call a demon because it sounds very much like one."”
SUCCESS (Fair Reasoning, rolled +1)
Maekaelithe
Yes, Daddy... Before all that, we have a warden problem. Caldrin, what are the wardens like, and why would they undo the seal if you are their oathbreaker? I am calling whatever waits beyond a demon.
The party slows beneath the pines. Liora keeps one hand near her bow, while Hadran steadies the horses and Alric turns toward the openly revealed spirit.
Ser Caldrin
The wardens were sworn road-keepers: disciplined travelers who guarded boundaries, protected caravans, and enforced oaths marked in stone. Their authority came from service, not noble blood.
Ser Caldrin
I broke my oath when I gave the vanished caravan’s true name to the thing beyond the western boundary. I believed that bargain would spare the travelers. Instead, it let the creature claim the road.
Ser Caldrin
The wardens who serve it now are not the order I knew. Their captain wears the old marks, but uses them to reopen the seal and deliver the horses as offerings.
Ser Caldrin
Call it a demon if you must. I cannot prove its nature, but it bargains, commands through oaths, and fears the name that binds my spirit. Those are demon’s habits, whatever its true kind.
Liora
Then the riders are counterfeit wardens or a corrupted remnant. Either way, we stop them before they turn the old road into the creature’s gate.
“I nod. "It'd be nice if I could ask mother. But Demons care very little about their offspring. At the least, if it is, in fact, a demon. I might have some sway in dealing with it, should it come to that." I say casually, glancing to Alric. "Which does also beg the question, why your order even called for me, and if they know more than they actually let on."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled -3)
Maekaelithe
It would be nice if I could ask my mother. Demons care little for their offspring, if that is what waits beyond the seal. I may still have sway over it. But why did your order summon me, and what do they know that they withheld?
Maekaelithe says it casually, though her glance settles on Alric. The horses slow beneath the pines, and even Liora turns to hear the answer rather than watch the road.
Ser Caldrin
They summoned you because the sealed testimony named your bloodline, not merely your arcane gift. The monks knew the creature might answer a demonic heir, and concealed that fact to secure your cooperation.
Alric
The eldest monk also knew the pact-mark was shaped to recognize someone descended from the thing beyond. He called it necessity, but he never told you because he feared you would bargain from strength.
Liora
So they used your reputation and your ignorance together. That is not a small omission. If we reach the creature, you should decide whether to speak for the order at all.
Ser Caldrin
Your sway may be real, Maekaelithe, but it is now part of their plan. The cost of learning this truth is that the monks will expect you to answer their summons, and they may distrust any bargain you make.
Alric
She asked plainly and earned the truth, but now I owe her another confession: I helped carry the monastery's silence beyond its walls.
✓ Quest Accepted
Expose what the monks concealed about the summoning
“"The creature might answer to a demonic heir... " I sigh, leaning in to Liora. "So it is a demon. great... " I shake my head. "... And we don't even know what kind. Alric, do you at least have any information on demonology? What we could possibly be walking into?”
SUCCESS (Fair Reasoning, rolled +0)
Maekaelithe
The creature might answer to a demonic heir. So it is a demon. Great... and we do not even know what kind. Alric, do you know demonology? What might we be facing?
Maekaelithe sighs and leans into Liora, shaking her head toward the darkening road. The horses slow, and the group’s attention settles on Alric.
Alric
I know the monastery’s classifications, though not enough to name this creature. Demons are bound by appetite, bargain, and hierarchy, but their forms differ wildly.
Alric
A lesser tempter might seek worship or willing contracts. A road demon, if such a thing exists, could feed on oaths, travelers, and names. That would explain its interest in Caldrin.
Ser Caldrin
Alric is cautious, but correct. The creature offered protection for the caravan’s true name, then claimed the road through that bargain. It behaves like an oath-devil, though I cannot prove the title.
Alric
I have to reconstruct the monastery’s lessons from memory, and the missing texts leave dangerous gaps. I remember principles, not the creature’s exact weakness.
Liora
Then we assume it feeds on promises until we know better. No one bargains alone, and no one gives it a name without understanding the price.
✓ Quest Accepted
Warn the monks that the creature may be an oath-devil
Quest Complete
Expose what the monks concealed about the summoning
“"Important for you all, but given I don't actually know my true name, I couldn't give it if I wanted to." I say with a shrug. "Feeding on oaths, probably makes sense why your order chose someone birthed from a Succubus, to them, an oath is just pretty words, might as well be holding on to oil at that point." I say, glancing at Alric. "Would have been nice to know what I was walking into at least though, you lot could have mentioned it before hand, not a good look."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled -3)
Maekaelithe
Important for you all, but I do not know my true name. I could not give it if I wanted. If this thing feeds on oaths, I understand why your order chose a Succubus-born woman. To them, an oath is pretty words, as slippery as oil. It would have been decent to tell me what I was walking into. This is not a good look.
Her accusation settles over the road with quiet precision. Liora’s expression hardens toward the monastery, while Alric lowers his eyes and Caldrin’s silver outline grows still.
Alric
You are right. The eldest monk withheld the danger, and I carried that silence here. I will name it plainly before the others: they used your bloodline without giving you a fair choice.
Ser Caldrin
Your unknown true name protects you from the creature’s easiest claim, but it does not erase the bargain surrounding this road. The monks feared your refusal more than they valued your trust.
Liora
Then the monastery owes you more than an apology. Until they answer for it, I will treat their instructions as compromised, and I will not let them spend your bloodline as leverage.
Alric
Her words have exposed the monastery’s deception before everyone. I cannot ask her to trust an order that chose secrecy over consent.
Hadran
That is a dangerous insult to carry west, Maekaelithe, but a deserved one. If the monks concealed this, they may have hidden what the creature demanded from Caldrin as well.
“I glance to Caldrin. "Mm... Unlikely. I know ghosts better than my own kind. Ghosts cannot lie, really no dead can, they are reliable that way. If he can't answer, it's because he literally can't. Religious types can't do that to the dead, it'd be the highest form of sacrilege. So it was likely the demon itself, which if it hold power through oaths, probably bound him to one far stronger than his previous one."”
SUCCESS (Fair Reasoning, rolled +1)
Maekaelithe
Ghosts cannot truly lie, and the dead are reliable. If Caldrin cannot answer, he literally cannot. The monks could not bind him without sacrilege, so the demon likely forced an oath stronger than his first.
Caldrin’s silver outline stills completely. Around him, the pine branches whisper in the wind, while Liora watches his helm for the answer Maekaelithe’s reasoning has drawn forth.
Ser Caldrin
You have understood the silence. The monks could not alter my oath after death. The one beyond the boundary took me at the moment my first vow failed.
Ser Caldrin
It offered the caravan protection in exchange for its true name. When I accepted, the bargain buried my old oath beneath a stronger command: guide the name to the western stone.
Alric
Then the demon did not merely punish an oathbreaker. It replaced his authority with its own, using the first vow as the opening through which the second could bind him.
Liora
And the monks knew enough to summon Maekaelithe, but not enough to tell her this? We should assume every sealed record contains another omission.
Caldrin turns toward the dark western road. Fresh hoofprints cut across the pine needles ahead, leading toward a low stone building half-hidden beyond the trees.
✓ Quest Accepted
Bring Caldrin's testimony to the monks
− Scene Quest Removed
Warn the monks that the creature may be an oath-devil
“I nod to Liora. "On that, we agree." I breath deeply. "All the same, it's not as though there is any love lost. It's not like the church and demons get along in the first place. I don't hold it against them, not really. I'm a means to an end to them, a useful tool." I say, looking to Liora. "But, at the least, chance put a good companion before me." I follow Caldrin's gaze. "See something problematic? Also... Been keeping quiet about it, but your glow is diminishing, you okay there?"”
SUCCESS (Superb Perception, rolled -1)
Maekaelithe
On that, we agree. I do not truly blame the monastery. I am a useful tool to them, but chance has given me a good companion. Caldrin, do you see trouble ahead? And your glow is fading. Are you all right?
Maekaelithe nods to Liora, breathes deeply, and follows Caldrin’s gaze. Her sharpened perception separates old stone from fresh disturbance: the building ahead bears a warden sigil, but its door has been recently barred from within.
Ser Caldrin
Trouble, yes. Three living figures wait inside, and one carries the captain’s oath-mark. They have seen the hoofprints and know someone approaches.
Ser Caldrin
My glow diminishes because the western boundary is drawing strength through my stolen command. Each mile toward the stone gives the demon more purchase upon me.
Liora
Then the building is not abandoned. We can circle it, watch the exits, and decide whether those figures serve the demon or fear it.
Alric
Caldrin, can the oath-mark compel you from this distance? If it can, we should not let the building choose the ground of our meeting.
Ser Caldrin
Not yet. But the command is tightening. I can remain myself, though I may soon be unable to cross the threshold without Maekaelithe’s protection.
“I smile at Caldrin. "Are you coming on to me?" I tease, turning towards him. "If you wanted inside me so much, all you had to do was ask... " I say seductively, before looking to the house. "Based on the other 'wardens' we met, we should assume them hostile. It's unlikely they know about us yet, but stay on guard, and hang back for now, if they attack me, I trust you'll do what needs to be done." I say, moving forward towards the house.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled -2)
Maekaelithe
Are you coming on to me? If you wanted inside me so much, all you had to do was ask. Assume those wardens are hostile, stay guarded, and hang back. If they attack me, do what needs doing.
Maekaelithe smiles at Caldrin, then advances toward the barred warden house. Liora, Alric, and Hadran spread quietly behind her while Caldrin remains several paces back, his fading glow held close.
Ser Caldrin
You make my stolen command sound like desire. I will guard you, but your invitation has purchased my candor: if I intervene, the demon may seize more of me.
Liora
Then we stay ready and let her speak first. But Maekaelithe, your offer has made Caldrin’s risk personal. Do not expect us to ignore that cost.
Maekaelithe reaches the house’s barred door. Through its warped seams, she hears muted movement and the scrape of weapons being lifted. The warden sigil above the lintel glows once.
Captain Sera Vale
Traveler, step away from the door. We know the horses were freed, and we know Ser Caldrin walks with you. State your business before this house answers.
Ser Caldrin
The captain has recognized me. The command tightens, but I remain outside the threshold, as she ordered.
✓ Quest Accepted
Get past the wardens
− Scene Quest Removed
Bring Caldrin's testimony to the monks
“"We're all at personal risk, Liora. He wanted my protection, I can only do so much for a spirit, it'd be better for him if he was actually inside me, possession like, it's what he was doing with Alric before." I say, before breathing deeply and looking to the door. "Don't know what you mean about horses, these are our horses, we're just looking for a place to stay." I say continuing to saunter up to the door. "I don't know about a 'Ser Caldrin' though, none of the four of us go by that name." I say, imbuing my words with a bewitching guile as I feign ignorance.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +2)
Maekaelithe
We are all at risk, Liora. Caldrin wanted my protection, and he would be safer inside me, possessing me as he once possessed Alric. I can only do so much for a spirit.
Liora
I dislike the thought, but I understand the difference. If Caldrin consents and it protects him, I will not object.
Maekaelithe
I do not know what you mean about horses. These are ours, and we are only seeking a place to stay. As for Ser Caldrin, none of the four of us bears that name.
Maekaelithe breathes deeply and lets bewitching guile oil every denial. The warden sigil dims, and the captain’s suspicion loosens into wary acceptance.
Captain Sera Vale
Then I have mistaken your party. If these are your horses and no Caldrin walks among you, enter and state your names. Shelter can be arranged.
The bar lifts from within. The door opens onto a guarded common room, where three warden-marked figures lower their weapons and make space for the travelers.
Ser Caldrin
Her lie has bought us shelter and concealed my presence. I remain outside the threshold, but her promise of protection now has room to become action.
✓ Quest Accepted
Bring Ser Caldrin safely into the warden house
Quest Complete
Get past the wardens
Skill Upgrade: Thievery Mediocre→Fair
“"I am Maekaelithe, a travelling harlot, you've probably heard of me." I gesture to Alric. "This is Peck, a scribe who decided to write a book about my travels... "I gesture to Liora. "Cassidy, my lover and learning to be a Harlot much like myself... " Then i gesture to Hadran. "And this is Bard, a hired mercenary to protect us on the road." I say, introducing the others under false names, using my enchanted words to sell the names.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled -2)
Maekaelithe
I am Maekaelithe, a travelling harlot. You have probably heard of me. This is Peck, a scribe writing a book about my travels.
Maekaelithe
This is Cassidy, my lover, learning to be a harlot like myself. And this is Bard, a hired mercenary protecting us on the road.
Enchanted conviction oils each false name, fitting the party into a familiar traveling tale. The captain’s suspicion bends, though the warden sigil above the door gives one uneasy flicker.
Captain Sera Vale
Peck, Cassidy, and Bard. A strange company, but not an impossible one. Your names sit plainly enough upon the road.
The captain steps aside and gestures them into the guarded common room. His two companions lower their weapons, but neither releases their grip entirely.
Captain Sera Vale
You may shelter here, under those names, but I will record them in the warden ledger. If your story changes, your stay becomes a debt owed to this house.
The cover holds, granting entry and concealment for Caldrin outside. Yet the captain has claimed leverage: their false identities now rest in his written record, and he expects payment if challenged.
“I give a nod. "And anyone wishing me to warm their bed will also owe a debt." I glance to Liora, then back at them. "Cassidy is not licensed or contracted, so she is off limits. Anyone touching her answers to Bard, or worse, myself. Am I clear?"”
FAILURE (Good Intimidation, rolled -1)
Maekaelithe
And anyone wishing me to warm their bed will also owe a debt. Cassidy is not licensed or contracted, so she is off limits. Anyone touching her answers to Bard, or worse, myself. Am I clear?
Maekaelithe’s warning settles over the common room with deliberate force. The captain’s companions stiffen, but the captain himself only studies the false names written in his ledger.
Captain Sera Vale
Clear enough to understand, not clear enough to fear. You threaten my house while sheltering beneath its roof, and that makes Cassidy’s protection a debt, not a command.
The captain taps the ledger with one finger. The warden sigil above the door brightens, and a narrow line of script appears beneath their names, awaiting terms.
Captain Sera Vale
Write the protection into the record, name what service answers it, and my people will honor the boundary. Refuse, and every guest remains subject to ordinary warden law.
Liora
He did not yield to her threat, but he offered a lawful shield. If Maekaelithe sets the terms carefully, Cassidy can be protected without becoming property.
✓ Quest Accepted
Secure lawful protection for Cassidy
Quest Complete
Discover who commands the western warden house
Attribute Upgrade: Reasoning Fair→Good
− Scene Quest Removed
Bring Ser Caldrin safely into the warden house
“"Well, I am a travelling Harlot, your own laws should shield her on that note. But, if you require further protections. I am protected under the influence of Ishtar, Goddess of prostitution and war." I point to my tattoos. "This is my mark, for I do not carry papers. She has bonded herself to me, so while she is not bonded to the goddess, she is also protected. Unless you would risk the ire of a war goddess and break the vows your wardens took to protect travelers and their beliefs. But what warden would ever do that?" I say, looking squarely at the captain.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled -2)
Maekaelithe
I am a travelling harlot. Your laws should shield Cassidy already. But if you require more, I am protected by Ishtar, Goddess of prostitution and war.
Maekaelithe
I carry no papers, only her mark. Cassidy has bonded herself to me, so though she is not bonded to Ishtar, she remains protected. Would any warden risk a war goddess’s ire by breaking vows sworn to travelers and their beliefs?
Maekaelithe points to her tattoos and fixes the captain with an unwavering stare. The room quiets as the warden sigil flares, weighing divine claim against written law.
Captain Sera Vale
No. Not under my roof. Warden law protects travelers, their declared companions, and the sacred observances they carry. Cassidy’s bond to you is recognized, and no one here may touch her without consent.
The waiting script writes itself beneath their names: CASSIDY, PROTECTED COMPANION OF MAEKAELITHE, UNDER WARDEN LAW AND ISHTAR’S WITNESS.
Captain Sera Vale
But your claim is now entered publicly, along with Ishtar’s name. If Cassidy is harmed, your word and mine answer for it, and the wardens will expect your testimony when this house is judged.
Liora
She won the shield, but placed her own name beneath it. The captain now holds a lawful favor and a reason to watch every promise she makes.
Quest Complete
Secure lawful protection for Cassidy
“I take a breath, letting the tension subside. "Then, we're good. Shall we put all the tension and terseness behind us? No reason to be ready to tear each other's throats out." I turn, sauntering over to Liora. "Told you Cassidy, I'll take care of us." I say, giving her a wink.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +1)
Maekaelithe
Then, we're good. Shall we put all the tension and terseness behind us? No reason to be ready to tear each other's throats out.
Maekaelithe lets the breath leave her slowly, and the room follows her lead. Shoulders lower, hands ease from weapons, and the warden sigil settles into a steady glow.
Maekaelithe
Told you, Cassidy, I'll take care of us.
She turns and saunters to Liora, offering a wink that folds the false name into their shared performance. The archer’s guarded posture softens at last.
Captain Sera Vale
Agreed. No throats, no threats, and no more testing the limits of this roof. Your companion is protected, and your party is welcome here.
Liora
I told you I could manage myself, but I will not complain about being cared for. Cassidy will do for the room, if it keeps the peace.
Captain Sera Vale
Then let the record stand without further dispute. You may rest, speak freely, and settle your account as travelers under warden protection.
“I nod slightly, letting the others settle. Moving to eventually sit beside Liora, I turn my attention inward, thinking to myself, and listening for Caldrin's response. "So, what now?" I think into the shared mental space.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Arcana, rolled +1)
Maekaelithe lets the room settle, then moves to sit beside Liora. The warden sigil steadies overhead, and the false names remain quiet in the ledger.
Maekaelithe
So, what now?
Ser Caldrin
Now we learn what this house records, who commands its captain, and whether the western boundary has already reached through the road.
The answer forms clearly within Maekaelithe’s inward hearing, distinct from Alric and untouched by the captain’s wards. Caldrin’s presence remains outside the threshold, concealed beneath her successful deception.
Ser Caldrin
Ask for the ledger’s older entries, not merely the names you gave. The captain may reveal the warden chain of command without realizing which authority we seek.
Captain Sera Vale
Your rooms are available upstairs. Before you rest, however, I can show you the entries concerning the western boundary, if you wish to understand this house’s debt.
Liora
That is worth hearing. If the captain’s record names the riders, their orders, or the one beyond the marker, we should read it before choosing our next road.
“I nod slightly. "Might be worth a read if you don't mind. Always useful information to have in my line of work." I smirk to the Captain. "You might even earn yourself a discount for my time if the information is really juicy."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +1)
Maekaelithe
Might be worth a read, if you don't mind. Useful information in my line of work. You might even earn a discount for my time if it is juicy.
Maekaelithe smirks at the captain. Her offer lands with effortless charm, and the captain’s guarded expression shifts toward reluctant amusement.
Captain Sera Vale
A discount for knowledge? You bargain like a peddler, but your price is fair. Come, then. I will show you what this house remembers.
The captain unlocks a narrow iron coffer beneath the ledger stand and draws out a thicker, dust-dark volume. Its leather bears the faded mark of the western boundary.
Captain Sera Vale
These entries begin twelve years ago, when Ser Caldrin vanished with the caravan. The record says the boundary answered an unnamed claimant and that three wardens swore renewed service.
Ser Caldrin
That is false by omission. The caravan’s true name was recorded here before I broke my oath, then removed after the bargain was made.
The captain turns several pages and reveals newer entries: horses marked for offering, a sealed passage beneath the boundary stone, and orders signed by the western warden captain.
“I tap my chin lightly. "Huh... Who were the three Wardens?" I ask curiously.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled -3)
Maekaelithe
Huh... who were the three wardens?
Maekaelithe taps her chin lightly, her curiosity softening the bargain’s edge. The captain studies her over the dust-dark volume, then turns to a page marked with three red threads.
Captain Sera Vale
Ser Caldrin was the first: oath-bearer and caravan shield. The other two were Elian Voss, a boundary reader, and Mara Thorn, a healer sworn to the road.
Ser Caldrin
Elian knew the stones better than any living warden. Mara kept the caravan alive through the winter crossing. Neither swore service to what waited beyond.
The captain’s finger traces the later entries. Elian’s name ends beneath a black seal; Mara’s is crossed out in fresh ink, beside an order for three horses.
Captain Sera Vale
That is what the record says, and I have shown it without concealment. In return, your promised discount becomes a favor owed to this house, payable when I call it in.
Ser Caldrin
The names are true, but the entries conceal their fates. Ask who added the black seal, Maekaelithe. That hand belongs to the captain who serves the thing beyond.
“I nod slightly. "That's an odd mark, what's that mean?" I ask, indicating the black seal.”
SUCCESS (Good Reasoning, rolled +0)
Maekaelithe
That is an odd mark. What does it mean?
Maekaelithe indicates the black seal. The captain pauses over the page, and the room’s easy rhythm gives way to careful silence.
Captain Sera Vale
It marks a warden whose oath was severed and replaced. Elian Voss was not merely killed or dismissed. The seal declares that his authority now belonged to the one beyond the boundary.
Ser Caldrin
That is no warden’s mark. It is a claim of possession disguised as judgment. Elian would never have surrendered his oath willingly.
Captain Sera Vale
The seal was added after Elian vanished. My predecessor recorded it, then ordered every surviving warden to treat the boundary’s commands as lawful. Mara’s crossed name followed soon after.
The explanation gives Maekaelithe the seal’s meaning, but costs several minutes as the captain searches older pages. The added hand remains unidentified, though its authority is unmistakable.
Captain Sera Vale
I cannot prove which hand pressed the seal. I can show you the order that followed it, if you are willing to spend more of your favor.
✓ Quest Accepted
Have the captain reveal the order that followed Elian Voss’s black seal.
“I glance at the other wardens and lean in so that only the captain can hear. "How about this, do they know you're actually a woman? I can tell you're just trying to pass as a man, poorly at that, you should do better binding on your breasts."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled -1)
Maekaelithe
How about this, do the other wardens know you are actually a woman? I can tell you are trying to pass as a man, poorly at that. You should bind your breasts better.
Maekaelithe leans close enough that only the captain hears. The captain is an adult woman in a broad-shouldered warden coat, with cropped hair, a square jaw, and an imperfectly flattened chest beneath the layers.
Captain Sera Vale
Lower your voice. No, they do not know. They believe the captain who inherited this coat was a man, and I have kept the mistake useful.
The captain’s hand tightens on the page, but her guarded expression cracks into reluctant respect. She closes the volume halfway, shielding the confession from the other wardens.
Captain Sera Vale
My name is Captain Sera Vale. The binding is uncomfortable, but it keeps questions away. Your eye for weakness is sharper than your manners.
Captain Sera Vale
The others know only that their captain bears the inherited mark. I can show you the order, but you will keep my identity from them and from the ledger.
Ser Caldrin
She has found the hidden hinge in the captain’s authority. Now the truth may open without a blade being drawn.
“I nod, giving her a slight smile. "I never kiss and tell, if ever this work becomes tiresome, come find us." I say, leaning back. "In the meantime, I don't mind reading if you don't mind showing."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled -1)
Maekaelithe
I never kiss and tell. If this work ever becomes tiresome, come find us. For now, I do not mind reading, if you do not mind showing me.
Maekaelithe nods with a slight smile and leans back. Sera studies her for a moment, then closes the ledger fully and draws the iron coffer nearer.
Captain Sera Vale
You have my discretion, and I accept the invitation. If this coat becomes a prison, I may well seek your company.
Sera unlocks a narrow compartment beneath the coffer’s false base. From it she removes a folded order sealed in black wax, then places it openly before Maekaelithe.
Captain Sera Vale
This was issued after Elian vanished. It commands the western wardens to recognize the boundary’s voice as lawful authority, surrender marked horses, and deny passage to anyone seeking Caldrin’s true name.
Ser Caldrin
That seal is the creature’s hand wearing a warden’s authority. The order does not merely serve the boundary. It makes obedience to the thing beyond a condition of remaining a warden.
Captain Sera Vale
Read it carefully. The final clause names the penalty for refusal, and explains why every surviving warden fears the order more than they distrust it.
Quest Complete
Have the captain reveal the order that followed Elian Voss’s black seal.
Skill Upgrade: Intimidation Good→Great
“I read while commenting inwardly to Caldrin. "That merely means they are prisoners to their vow, not our enemy. I am starting to doubt how much an oath-breaker you actually are in that case." Turning my attention back outward, I read the final clause.”
FAILURE (Good Reasoning, rolled -2)
Maekaelithe
That merely means they are prisoners to their vow, not our enemy. I am beginning to doubt how much of an oath-breaker you truly are.
Maekaelithe bends over the order without touching it, reading the cramped final clause where the black seal has bled into the parchment. The legal phrasing twists beneath her attention.
Ser Caldrin
I broke the vow by choosing the caravan’s name over the order. Prisoner or oath-breaker, I became the passage through which its command entered the road.
She reaches the penalty line, but its oldest terms refuse to settle into meaning. The clause names consequences through layered warden shorthand, and one crucial phrase remains unreadable from across the open order.
Captain Sera Vale
You see the difficulty. That final hand was written for wardens, not readers outside the oath. I will not let you mistake a guess for its meaning.
Captain Sera Vale folds the order shut before Maekaelithe can study the obscured phrase again, keeping the black-wax document in her own possession. The promised penalty remains concealed, but Captain Sera Vale’s guardedness makes its weight plain.
Captain Sera Vale
The order does not command death. It commands surrender of name, station, and passage, leaving a refuser bound to this house until the boundary releases them.
“I nod. "Seems that coat truly is heavy." I say, my comment genuine. After a breath my composure returns. "You, my dear, have earned your discount." I say, giving the Captain a wink. "Come by tonight and I'll honor it." I say, before turning back to the others. Sitting next to Liora, I lean into her. "Well, that was rather fun, how are you holding up Cassidy?"”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +0)
Maekaelithe
Seems that coat truly is heavy. You, my dear, have earned your discount. Come by tonight and I’ll honor it.
Maekaelithe gives Captain Sera Vale a knowing wink, then returns to the others and settles beside Liora, leaning comfortably against her shoulder.
Captain Sera Vale
I will come tonight, Maekaelithe. Your discount is accepted, and I will bring the favor owed by this house with me.
Maekaelithe
Well, that was rather fun. How are you holding up, Cassidy?
Liora
Better than expected. I understood little of the shorthand, but I understood you finding the hidden truth beneath her uniform. That was worth witnessing.
Liora
She leans against me as though the room belongs to us. I like that more than I should, and I trust her a little further for it.
Ser Caldrin
Sera’s secret is now secured, and her favor is yours. The order remains dangerous, but we have gained an ally inside the warden house.
“"Indeed we have." I say inwardly to Caldrin. Turning my attention towards Liora. "Cassidy, my dear, I believe I will have a guest tonight, can you tend to Bard this evening?"”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +1)
Maekaelithe
Indeed we have.
Maekaelithe
Cassidy, my dear, I believe I will have a guest tonight. Can you tend to Bard this evening?
Maekaelithe turns her attention from Caldrin’s fading glow to Liora, speaking softly beneath the warden house’s steady sigil. Her request carries confident expectation rather than command.
Liora
I can. Bard will have my attention tonight, and I will make certain he is comfortable and properly occupied while you receive your guest.
Liora’s smile gains a knowing edge. She gives Maekaelithe’s shoulder a small squeeze, accepting both the task and the trust implied by it.
Alric
I heard that arrangement, and I will not object. Though I reserve the right to ask whether Bard is expected to behave like a mercenary.
Ser Caldrin
Sera’s visit may reveal how deeply the house is bound to the western order. Liora’s cooperation gives us freedom to listen without drawing attention to our purpose.
“I give Alric an odd look. "And how should a Mercenary act, Peck? We've been over this a dozen times by now. Just because you think Cassidy is cute, doesn't mean you can do something with her, she's still not licensed. We still need to go to the temple of Ishtar for that.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +2)
Maekaelithe
And how should a mercenary act, Peck? We have discussed this a dozen times. Cassidy may be cute, but she is not licensed. You cannot do anything with her until we visit Ishtar’s temple.
Maekaelithe gives Alric an odd, pointed look. The warden sigil hums overhead, and her teasing certainty leaves no room for confusion about Cassidy’s boundaries.
Alric
As a mercenary, I suppose Bard should obey the woman who hired him. As Peck, I will record that Cassidy remains entirely beyond my reach.
Liora
A wise distinction. I am pleased your rules are so clear, Maekaelithe, and more pleased that you enforce them even while teasing him.
Alric
She turns a warning into a joke, but the boundary is firm. I will not mistake her confidence for permission.
Ser Caldrin
Then the temple of Ishtar is not merely a destination for ceremony. It is the lawful gate by which Cassidy may choose what this arrangement means.
Above the ledger, the warden sigil briefly shines gold. From the stairwell comes a measured knock, followed by Captain Sera Vale’s voice requesting entry for the promised evening visit.
✓ Quest Accepted
Bring Cassidy to Ishtar's temple
“"Far better than being a common whore. It's, very complicated, but yes, she can choose the marks, with some caviats, if it's something she actually wants it can be discussed later." I say inwardly to Caldrin. I give Liora a kiss on the cheek and a squeezing hug. "Best make myself presentable, have fun, Cassidy." I give her a smirk and start sauntering up the stairs, giving the captain a knowing wink.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled -1)
Maekaelithe
Cassidy is far better than a common whore. Her marks are hers to choose, with caveats, and anything she truly wants can be discussed later.
Maekaelithe
Best make myself presentable. Have fun, Cassidy.
Maekaelithe kisses Liora’s cheek and gives her a warm, squeezing hug. Liora returns the embrace, her bow shifting against her shoulder as the warden sigil hums overhead.
Liora
I will. Enjoy your evening, Maekaelithe, and remember that Cassidy remains under her own protection as much as yours.
Ser Caldrin
Your distinction is understood. Choice may carry caveats, but it remains choice. I will remember that when the temple’s laws are discussed.
Maekaelithe releases Liora, smirks, and saunters toward the stairs. She gives Captain Sera Vale a knowing wink as she passes, and the captain answers with an amused lift of her brow.
Captain Sera Vale
Presentable or not, Maekaelithe, I will meet you upstairs shortly. Your rules are clearer than most contracts I have signed.
“Making my way to one of the rooms, I take of my top and hang it from the handle, indicating which room I chose, before heading in. Laying down, I wait for the Captain. Inwardly I call out to Caldrin. "You know, you might consider yourself an oath breaker, but at the end of the day, you did what you thought was right, and in keeping with your oaths, enough to have someone else be marked as an oath breaker, and not you. I would be more interested in the nature of this Mara person. They were the last to vanish after all."”
SUCCESS (Good Reasoning, rolled +2)
Maekaelithe chooses a quiet upper room, removes her top, and hangs it from the door handle as a clear signal. She enters and settles onto the bed.
The warden house murmurs below. Maekaelithe waits beneath the steady sigil, while footsteps and the faint creak of Captain Sera Vale’s coat approach the stairs.
Maekaelithe
You may call yourself an oath breaker, Caldrin, but you did what you believed was right and kept faith with your oaths. Mara interests me more. She vanished last.
Ser Caldrin
Mara Thorn was the last to vanish because she stayed behind. Elian disappeared first, drawn toward the boundary stones while seeking a way to sever my bargain.
Ser Caldrin
Mara remained with the wounded and sent the surviving travelers west. When the creature demanded another name, she offered her own instead of theirs.
Ser Caldrin
Her name was not surrendered willingly. The black seal appeared afterward, but I felt her oath resist from within the boundary. She may have been taken, not destroyed.
A measured knock sounds at the chosen door. Captain Sera Vale waits outside, respecting the hanging garment and the privacy it declares.
“"Later, it would not do to split my attention at the moment." I say inwardly, as I make my way to the door. Opening it, I let the captain drink in my figure, before reaching out and pulling her in. Closing the door behind us, I turn to drape my arms over her shoulders. "In here, with me, you can be yourself, at least for a night. Let me be with Sera, and not 'the Captain'." I say, leaning in to brush my lips against hers.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled -1)
Maekaelithe
Later, it would not do to split my attention at the moment.
Maekaelithe rises and crosses to the door. She opens it, letting Captain Captain Sera Vale Vale take in her figure before reaching out and drawing her inside.
Maekaelithe
In here, with me, you can be yourself, at least for a night. Let me be with Sera, and not the Captain.
Maekaelithe closes the door, then drapes her arms over Captain Sera Vale’s shoulders and leans in. Her lips meet the captain’s in a deliberate, welcoming kiss.
Captain Sera Vale
Then tonight, I am Sera. No ledger, no coat, no command. Only the woman who came because she wanted to see you.
Captain Sera Vale’s hands settle at Maekaelithe’s waist, and she returns the kiss with willing warmth. The warden house murmurs beyond the sealed door, while the room becomes private around them.
For the night, Captain Captain Sera Vale Vale sets aside her office and keeps only her chosen name. What follows remains freely shared and private beneath the steady warding sigil.
“After our tryst, I hold Sera close. "You are surprisingly gentile." I say softly, tracing my fingers along her chin. "I cannot say why, exactly, but know this, you have an ally in me and my companions. We are going to continue west, I believe it has much to do with that mark, along with the rule binding you and the other wardens. If you need help, or you need an out, let me know. I am very good about skirting around rules, as you've found out already."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled -1)
Maekaelithe
You are surprisingly gentle. I cannot say why, exactly, but know this: you have an ally in me and my companions. We continue west because that mark and the rule binding your wardens matter. If you need help, or an out, let me know. I am very good at skirting rules, as you have found.
Maekaelithe holds Captain Sera Vale close and traces her fingers along the captain’s chin. The promise is quiet, but its sincerity reaches beyond the room’s private warmth.
Captain Sera Vale
I believe you. Not because you are persuasive, though you are, but because you offer aid without demanding obedience in return.
Captain Sera Vale
Then you have my alliance as well. I will not expose your companions, and I will learn which wardens can still choose freely. If the mark binds us, I will help you find its edge.
Captain Sera Vale’s hand covers Maekaelithe’s, her expression shedding the last guardedness of the captain. Beyond the door, footsteps pass, unaware that the house’s authority has shifted.
Captain Sera Vale
There is an old register beneath the western watchtower. It names the first rule, the one later commands imitate. Take me west, and I will show you where the binding began.
“I give her a quiet look for a few moments, studying her. "Would the other wardens not find it strange for you to abandon your station?"”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +2)
Maekaelithe
Would the other wardens not find it strange for you to abandon your station?
Maekaelithe studies Sera in silence for several moments. The captain meets her gaze, understanding the question beneath its quiet wording: can she leave without placing the house in danger?
Captain Sera Vale
They would find it strange, yes. But not impossible. I can say I am inspecting the western watchtower under the old register’s authority.
Captain Sera Vale
The wardens obey the coat because they believe it carries the station’s command. If I leave with the ledger seal and name a deputy, most will accept my absence.
Sera’s fingers tighten briefly against Maekaelithe’s hand, then relax. Her answer has become a decision rather than a possibility, and the captain’s hidden confidence returns.
Captain Sera Vale
The ones bound most tightly may question me, but they cannot openly challenge an inspection ordered under the first rule. I can leave by dawn, and I will.
Captain Sera Vale
I will prepare the deputy tonight. By morning, I can walk west beside you as Sera, not as a captain abandoning her post, but as a warden following the authority that predates this house.
“I nod slightly. "Well, tomorrow morning will be an interesting one for sure." I say with a smirk. "Goodnight, Sera."”
Maekaelithe
Well, tomorrow morning will be an interesting one for sure. Goodnight, Sera.
Maekaelithe nods with a smirk, her hand still resting beneath Sera’s. The captain’s guarded face softens, and she answers the farewell with a quiet smile.
Captain Sera Vale
Goodnight, Maekaelithe. Sleep while you can. By dawn, I will have a deputy appointed, a seal in hand, and a watchtower to reclaim.
Sera gives Maekaelithe’s fingers one final squeeze before stepping toward the door. Her coat waits outside, but she leaves the room carrying herself as Sera rather than Captain Vale.
Captain Sera Vale
If anyone asks, I am inspecting the western register under the first rule. If anyone objects, they may explain their challenge before the ledger and the old stones.
She opens the door a handspan and listens. The warden house remains quiet below, its steady sigil casting gold beneath the threshold. Sera slips out and closes the door softly.
Captain Sera Vale
Tomorrow I leave this house under its own law, and walk toward the rule that made me hide.
“In the morning, As everyone collects, I look to my companions. "We will, it seems, be accompanied by a new companion." I say, moving to lean against Liora as I look between Alric and Hadran.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +0)
Maekaelithe
We will, it seems, be accompanied by a new companion.
Maekaelithe leans against Liora as she looks between Alric and Hadran. Around them, packs are gathered and the morning light enters beneath the warden house’s beams.
Liora
Sera is welcome beside us. A warden who knows the old register may be worth more than a dozen suspicious guides.
Hadran
I will welcome her cautiously. Anyone leaving authority behind may be brave, desperate, or both.
Alric
I agree. Her knowledge of the first rule could explain the binding, and her presence gives us a lawful reason to reach the watchtower.
The stair creaks. Sera enters wearing her warden coat, the ledger seal fastened at her belt and a younger deputy following with a fresh-bound register.
Captain Sera Vale
The house has its deputy, and I have the seal. I am ready to inspect the western register with you, Maekaelithe, before the old stones change their mind.
“"Then let us be off." As we head west, about an hour into our journey. "So, some reintroductions are necessary." I say, glancing to Sera. "As I am sure you understand by even the strange nature of your ledgers, we have reason to mask our identities. Mine is known, I dare say I am rather famous... " I say with a smirk. "My companions, Well, discretion does them well if what we go to face is what I believe it to be." I say with a deep breath. "Meet Alric, Liora, and Hadran. They may share their stories if they like, I am sure we'll have time for properly getting to know one another." I finish, looking to Sera.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +4)
Maekaelithe
Then let us be off. Sera, some reintroductions are necessary. My name is known, and I am rather famous, but discretion serves my companions if our suspicion is correct. Meet Alric, Liora, and Hadran. They may share their stories if they wish. We have time to know one another properly.
The party travels west beneath thinning pines. An hour later, Captain Sera Vale walks beside Maekaelithe, listening as the others keep a measured distance around the horses and sealed register.
Captain Sera Vale
I understand. The old ledgers taught me that names are handles, and anyone reaching for one usually wants leverage. I will use only what each of you chooses to offer.
Alric
Alric is sufficient for now. I am a monk, a witness to Caldrin’s oath, and a poor liar when someone asks directly.
Liora
Liora. Archer, woods-born guide, and Maekaelithe’s right hand in the house she intends to build. The rest is earned, not announced.
Hadran
Hadran, father, horseman, and critic of impossible schemes. I prefer plain truths, though I recognize when concealment keeps a family alive.
Captain Sera Vale
Then I will introduce myself plainly in return. Sera is enough. The register grants us passage to the watchtower under inspection authority, and records no true names beyond mine.
“"Speaking of Caldrin... You should know, we've evidence that your ledger has been tampered with. It is up to you on if you believe it or not." I say, before speaking inwardly. "You may reveal yourself if you choose, I do not believe her an enemy."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled +1)
Maekaelithe
Speaking of Caldrin, you should know we have evidence your ledger was tampered with. Whether you believe it is up to you.
Maekaelithe
You may reveal yourself if you choose. I do not believe Sera is an enemy.
Sera slows beneath the thinning pines. Her hand leaves the register at her belt, and she studies Maekaelithe with sharpened attention rather than offense.
The sealed register gives a faint, troubled pulse. Silver threads unwind from Alric’s shoulders, gathering beside the road until Caldrin’s spectral armor stands visible to Sera.
Captain Sera Vale
I believe you. I have seen black seals and altered orders before, but never understood how deeply the record was compromised.
Ser Caldrin
Sera Vale, the ledger was changed after my oath failed. The hand that altered it served the thing beyond the boundary, not the wardens.
Captain Sera Vale
Then reveal everything you can, Ser Caldrin. I will show you the register’s hidden leaves, and together we will identify what was rewritten.
“I nod, leaving the others to discuss the details. Moving to Liora, I lean against her. "Quite the story to tell for a wayward travelling harlot. What I said in there was true you know, To be able to build a freely held brothel, it will take the blessing of Ishtar. It is up to you if you wish to take the mark, she does not take unwilling harlots."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled -1)
Maekaelithe nods, leaving Sera, Caldrin, and the others to compare the altered leaves. She crosses to Liora and leans comfortably against her side.
Maekaelithe
Quite the story to tell for a wayward travelling harlot. What I said in there was true, you know. To build a freely held brothel, I will need Ishtar’s blessing. It is your choice whether you take her mark. She does not accept unwilling harlots.
Liora’s expression grows thoughtful rather than wary. Her fingers rest near her bow, then loosen as she considers the offer without stepping away.
Liora
I believe you. That matters more than the promise of a grand house. If Ishtar’s mark protects choice instead of claiming me, I will decide for myself whether to bear it.
Liora
She offers a door and leaves me free to choose whether I enter. That is the first promise she has made that feels entirely safe.
Liora
Tell me what the mark means, Maekaelithe. What does Ishtar ask of her harlots, and what would I owe if I accepted?
“"Pain and pleasure in equal measure, that is what she asks of the rite. One hundred marks upon the body, to show you are one of hers, and one hundred sated desires, paid to the temple goers. You would become a blessed whore under her name in both spirit and deed. Technically, you would become a priestess under her temple, as I am. Because she presides over war, you may carry weapons, if you so choose. There is a tithe to be made, monthly, in gold, yearly, by blood sacrifice. But you would be a whore blessed in her name, which protects you from slavers, who would be marked should they try to chain you, and hunted by her war dogs for the blasphemy." I take a breath. "As for what she asks for daily? She is the Goddess of Prostitution, she expects her priestesses to bed others. It is really that simple."”
SUCCESS (Good Reasoning, rolled +2)
Maekaelithe
Pain and pleasure in equal measure. The rite requires one hundred marks upon your body and one hundred sated desires offered to temple-goers.
Maekaelithe
You become a blessed whore and priestess under Ishtar, in spirit and deed. You may carry weapons, owe a monthly gold tithe, and make a yearly blood sacrifice.
Maekaelithe
Her mark protects you from slavers. Anyone trying to chain you is marked for punishment and hunted by her war dogs. Daily, she expects her priestesses to bed others.
Maekaelithe takes a breath after laying out the obligations plainly. Around the western road, the altered register rustles softly while Liora absorbs the weight of the offer.
Liora
The protection is real, but so is the cost. She has not hidden the demanding parts or dressed them as an easy blessing.
Liora
That is far more than a mark. It is a life under Ishtar’s name, with service, sacrifice, protection, and freedom to bear arms. I will need to decide whether that life is mine.
“I give a nod. "You did say you wanted a wilder life. "I say teasingly. "The choice was easy for me, but I understand it may be harder for you. It's not a life you were ever accustomed to. You're also not Succubus-born like me."”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled -1)
Maekaelithe
You did say you wanted a wilder life. The choice was easy for me, but I understand it may be harder for you. You were never accustomed to such a life, and you are not Succubus-born like me.
Maekaelithe gives Liora a teasing nod, tempering the provocation with plain acknowledgment. The altered register rustles nearby, but neither woman looks away from the other.
Liora
You make it sound like I am hesitating because I am tame. Perhaps I am. I have spent my life choosing the bow, the road, and my own kind of danger.
Liora
She is teasing me, but she is also admitting the path would ask me to become someone new. That frightens me less when she says it plainly.
Liora
Still, you are right about one thing. I wanted a wilder life, and Ishtar’s road is certainly wild enough. I will not reject it merely because it is unfamiliar.
Liora’s smile turns crooked, her guardedness easing into curiosity. She touches the bow at her hip, then glances toward the road and the sealed register.
Liora
I will learn what the hundred marks and hundred desires truly demand before I swear anything. But I will hear the temple’s terms in person, Maekaelithe, and I will go there with you.
“I nod. "I saw that... " I say playfully. "She would not make you give up the bow. Who knows, in time, if you accept her, she may well make you a 'war dog' yourself, punishing those that would place her harlots in chains in her name." I look to the others as they study the ledger. "But yes, we may speak to the head priestess at your leisure when the time comes. Did you all find something interesting over there?" I say to Sera and Caldrin”
SUCCESS (Legendary Persuasion, rolled -1)
Maekaelithe
I saw that. She would not make you give up the bow. In time, Ishtar may even make you a war dog, punishing those who chain her harlots. We can speak to the head priestess when you wish. Did you find anything interesting in the ledger?
Maekaelithe’s playful reassurance settles warmly between the pines. Liora’s hand tightens around her bow, while Sera and Caldrin turn from the altered register, their examination complete.
Liora
A war dog with a bow sounds considerably more useful than a priestess forbidden to defend herself. I will remember that when I question the head priestess.
Captain Sera Vale
We found three hidden leaves behind the western register’s binding. They name the first rule: no oath may command a traveler who has not heard its terms freely.
Ser Caldrin
The later commands violate that rule. The creature’s authority was inserted afterward, disguised as an ancient inheritance. The wardens have been obeying a counterfeit foundation.
Sera opens the hidden leaves without disturbing the sealed scriptorium. Beneath faded ink, a second passage describes a remedy: the first rule can be restored where three surviving witnesses speak it together.
Captain Sera Vale
Caldrin, Maekaelithe, and I each bear a different claim upon the road. If we speak the first rule at the western watchtower, the false command may lose its hold.
“I glance to Sera. "Ishtar protects my path along the road, but who is it that actually enforces the Warden's oath? Or at least, who did?"”
SUCCESS (Good Reasoning, rolled +3)
Maekaelithe
Ishtar protects my path along the road, but who actually enforces the wardens’ oath? Or at least, who did?
Maekaelithe glances toward Sera. The sealed scriptorium remains untouched behind them, while the hidden leaves lie open in the captain’s hands.
Captain Sera Vale
The wardens enforced it themselves, under witness of the road-stones. No king or temple stood above them. A gathered council of serving wardens judged breaches, and the stones confirmed the judgment.
Ser Caldrin
That was the old order. The road recognized a freely spoken oath, while the council could strip rank, seal, and passage from anyone who broke it.
Captain Sera Vale
After our council vanished, the western captain claimed that authority alone. The creature’s counterfeit commands endured because frightened wardens mistook inherited office for lawful witness.
Captain Sera Vale
You now know the distinction plainly: the road-stones witness, but living wardens enforce the oath through council judgment. No solitary captain possesses that right.
Captain Sera Vale
And there is an advantage. My seal can summon every surviving warden to the watchtower under the first rule, before the counterfeit authority can forbid their attendance.
“I nod. "But what grants the road stones that power? Certainly something used them to watch over and protect that oath?" I ask plainly, looking between Caldrin and Sera.”
SUCCESS (Good Reasoning, rolled +2)
Maekaelithe
But what grants the road stones that power? Certainly something used them to watch over and protect that oath?
Maekaelithe’s question draws the three witnesses closer around the hidden leaves. Beneath the ink, faint lines resemble branching roots spreading from one ancient mark.
Captain Sera Vale
The stones were awakened by the First Compact, an oath sworn by the road’s founding wardens and freely accepted by the road-spirit beneath them.
Captain Sera Vale
That spirit grants no commands of its own. It witnesses spoken terms, strengthens promises made without coercion, and withdraws protection when a sworn authority violates them.
Ser Caldrin
The road-spirit is older than our order, but not a god. It is the memory of every safe crossing, boundary kept, and traveler defended beneath the stones.
Ser Caldrin
My bargain corrupted its witness by forcing my oath through the western stone. The creature beyond imitated the road’s authority, but it never truly possessed the spirit’s power.
Captain Sera Vale
So the answer is plain: the First Compact awakened the stones, and the road-spirit sustains them. Restore the compact’s lawful witness, and the counterfeit command loses its claim.
✓ Quest Accepted
Secure a council of surviving wardens
“Listening to the pair, I eventually stop, looking down at the road beneath my feet. Squatting down, I tilt my head, placing my hand on the road. "I wonder... " Pouring my magic into the connection between my fingers and the road, I call out. "Hey, sleepy-head... You really allowing someone else to make bad deals in your name?" I say, using my enchanted words to attempt to call out to the spirits.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Arcana, rolled +1)
Maekaelithe stops beneath the pines and lowers herself to the road. Her palm rests against the ancient surface, where faint warmth answers from beneath the packed earth.
Maekaelithe
I wonder... Hey, sleepy-head. You really allowing someone else to make bad deals in your name?
Her magic pours through the contact, following buried roots, old footsteps, and every oath carried across the road. The stones brighten around her hand without breaking.
The Road-Spirit
I allowed no such bargain. I witnessed a stolen vow because the western stone was forced to hear it, and the counterfeit voice wore my memory.
The Road-Spirit
The one beyond cannot command me. It can only make frightened wardens mistake imitation for law. Speak the First Compact freely, and I will know the difference.
The answer travels through the road into Maekaelithe’s bones, quiet as distant footsteps. Beneath Sera’s register, the hidden leaves lift in a sudden breath of wind.
Captain Sera Vale
It answered you directly. Then at the watchtower, we do not merely read the Compact. We make the road hear it from witnesses who choose it freely.
✓ Quest Accepted
Speak the First Compact freely with the road’s witnesses
− Scene Quest Removed
Secure a council of surviving wardens
Maekaelithe leaves western road behind and arrives at western watchtower.
“I nod, smirking. "Well, that went far better and stranger than I expected... " I laugh in spite of myself. "... Talking to a road, that's a new one. We have an objective then, let's go."”
SUCCESS (Great Agility, rolled +0)
The western watchtower rises from a wind-scoured ridge, its old stones silvered with frost. A broken stair curls around the tower, while the sealed scriptorium remains below, untouched.
Maekaelithe
Well, that went far better and stranger than I expected. Talking to a road, that is a new one. We have an objective, then. Let us go.
Maekaelithe’s laughter carries across the ridge. Her sure footing takes her up the broken stair without hesitation, finding stable stone where the tower’s age has made every step treacherous.
Captain Sera Vale
The watchtower’s oath-chamber is above. If we speak the First Compact there, the surviving wardens should hear the road’s judgment before the counterfeit voice can answer.
Ser Caldrin
I feel the western stone resisting the creature already. Its command weakens here, though my stolen vow still binds me to the chamber.
At the summit, a circular hall opens beneath a roofless crown. Three weathered oath-stones stand around a central hearth, and fresh black wax stains the floor between them.
Liora
Someone prepared this place recently. The wax is fresh, and those marks are not part of the old Compact. We should decide who speaks first.
“I narrow my eyes. "No, not yet... " I say, glancing to Alric. "Alright then... Fresh black wax, that's not coincidental, who was being contacted here? Shat ritual is this?"”
SUCCESS (Legendary Arcana, rolled +1)
Maekaelithe
No, not yet... Alright then. Fresh black wax is not coincidental. Who was being contacted here? What ritual is this?
Maekaelithe narrows her eyes and studies the wax without touching it. Arcane structure unfolds beneath her legendary perception: three binding marks, a severed oath-line, and a channel pointed west through the central hearth.
The ritual was not a sacrifice or a summoning. It was a petition disguised as warden procedure, intended to contact the counterfeit authority wearing the road-spirit’s memory.
Captain Sera Vale
Then someone called the thing beyond directly from this chamber. The black wax sealed their request, and the broken oath-line gave it permission to answer through the stones.
Ser Caldrin
I recognize the pattern. It sought the western captain’s command, not my spirit. Whoever performed it asked the creature to confirm their authority over every surviving warden.
Maekaelithe’s reading reveals the final impression hidden beneath the wax: a personal sign belonging to the vanished Elian Voss, boundary reader, whose altered oath still echoes in the tower.
Liora
So Elian was contacted, or whatever now wears his authority. If the mark remains, this tower may still be listening for an answer.
✓ Quest Accepted
Seal the counterfeit authority out of the oath-chamber
− Scene Quest Removed
Speak the First Compact freely with the road’s witnesses
“"If it's listening for an answer... " I stand up, pouring my magic into the spent ritual. "... I know you as one who wears a false face. Demon, oath-eater, pact-breaker. what purpose do you have here?"”
SUCCESS (Legendary Arcana, rolled +2)
Maekaelithe
If it is listening for an answer... I know you as one who wears a false face. Demon, oath-eater, pact-breaker. What purpose do you have here?
Maekaelithe rises and pours her magic into the spent ritual. The black wax liquefies without flame, and the three binding marks flare as her question travels west through the hearth.
The Counterfeit Authority
I wear no face that was freely given. I wear the road-spirit’s memory because mortals obey what they recognize. I came to turn every oath upon this road into a door for my dominion.
The Counterfeit Authority
Caldrin’s bargain opened the first door. Elian’s stolen authority made it lawful in frightened eyes. Now I seek the First Compact itself, so every promise spoken here will strengthen me.
Captain Sera Vale
Then it cannot be allowed to hear the Compact through us. We must speak the true terms before it can twist them.
Ser Caldrin
It has answered plainly, Maekaelithe. It does not seek worship. It seeks jurisdiction over every oath the road remembers.
Liora
And it admitted the road-spirit is still separate from it. That gives us the truth we need, if we can keep our words freely chosen.
“"Then I deny you, in the name of Ishtar, and by the power of the true spirit of the roads!" I say, looking to Sera and Caldrin. "Speak the true terms, I will hold it back." I say, focusing my power on blocking the demon out.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Arcana, rolled +1)
Maekaelithe
Then I deny you, in the name of Ishtar, and by the power of the true spirit of the roads! Speak the true terms. I will hold it back.
Maekaelithe’s power locks across the hearth like a bright, invisible gate. The counterfeit voice recoils westward, severed from the oath-stones and unable to twist the chamber’s listening.
Captain Sera Vale
The First Compact is freely spoken: no oath commands a traveler who has not heard its terms and chosen them without coercion.
Ser Caldrin
The road witnesses promises, but grants no authority to stolen names, forced bargains, or commands disguised as inherited law.
Sera’s voice joins Caldrin’s across the three oath-stones. Their words settle into the old channels, replacing black wax with clear silver light.
The Counterfeit Authority
No. You cannot deny what the road has remembered. I held its doors, and every frightened oath fed my claim.
The Road-Spirit
Memory is not dominion. I recognize the freely spoken terms, and the counterfeit claim is denied. The road is mine to witness again.
Preserve the scriptorium as a defensible sanctuary
Quest Complete
Seal the counterfeit authority out of the oath-chamber
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