The black crescent in Dyanara’s palm draws toward the mine road, its heat fading into an unnatural cold whenever she faces the correct direction. A faint pulse answers from beyond the eastern hills.
the cloaked wizard
Sympathetic resonance. Another fragment is near, and this piece is answering it through the blood that first bound the artifact.
Astraya gathers her harp and rapier, folding her white wings beneath her travel-worn leathers. Caspien seals the genealogical charter and steps from the eastern markers.
Astraya Orlaith
Then the mine road is our beginning. I will follow the pulse, and I will listen for any song that remembers Maerith’s name.
Caspien Ashveil
I will bring the charter. If the old crest appears again, House Ashveil may recognize what House Orlaith was never allowed to record.
Sir Silas remains beside the dead traveler, a middle-aged man wrapped in a dusty gray shroud, with one worn boot visible, one gauntleted hand resting near the shroud. He studies the ash on the road and the marks left by fleeing feet.
Sir Silas Mori
Go when you are ready, Lady Orlaith. I will stay until this man’s last trail gives up its direction, then follow as swiftly as I can.
“*I nod in gratitude and set forth on my destination.*”
SUCCESS (Fair Agility, rolled +1)