Trial of Life

[StormQueen]

<p>     It seems that all the trouble stemmed from a trip he made to explore the old Gnome city of Ak...no, Klak'Anon. The clockworks had taken total control of the place; there were no organic beings to be found except for some doomed rodents which met their end due to the unceasing efforts of the extermination machinery.  But up front at the junk heap were some discarded clockworks, some of which still functioned, although they were destined to be junked and used for parts.  He found one wandering around and decided it would be a nice addition to his house. On such small things, minor decisions, a whole destiny can change.</p><p>     One particular evening he arrived home, exhausted from his hard work, and simply dumped his armor and gear in the corner as his chamberlain drew his bath.  One Human detainee had proven very very hard to break of his heresy, and the stress and screams still echoed in his mind. But Freeport must be repeatedly cleansed of such attempts at undermining it and by extension, attacking the glorious Overlord.  He shook his head as he heard the bodyservant behind him frantically picking up the clutter. "Should I clean this blood off the chestplate, Lord Inquisitor?" the servant whined.  It was obvious that the blood bothered him, the inquisitor decided. Why not just let it stay? "No, just leave it alone. In fact, go home. But be back here early, or it will go hard with ye."</p><p>    He carefully lowered his large frame into the (wonderfully huge) aviak bathtub he had adapted to use.  Ah, nice warm water. The chamberlain had been expensive but was fairly competent. Maybe this one would not need any...encouragement in doing his duty.  He would see if the man was intelligent also. "Chamberlain, you may leave early if all your chores are finished. But I want to see you back here early also."  "Aye, lord, I have finished my work to the best of my knowledge. If my lord finds it to be to his satisfaction, then I will ask his permission to go." Good, good, this one seemed to know how to act.  The inquisitor watched from his comfortable reclining position as the last servant left the house.</p><p>     Now was time to plan the next day's activities. There were suspects to ferret out, and even now he had a brigand doing some persuading down in the lower quarter of South Freeport.  The heretic he had broken today would be good for a few names, but after a couple more sessions would probably be too insane, or dead, to use.  But on the other hand, that wood elf woman was going to provide some great entertainment.  Perhaps no useful information was in that pretty head. But she might provide other distractions....</p><p>     The inquisitor left one arm dangling out of the bath as he relaxed a bit further. Careful, he told himself, don't fall asleep in the bath.  A couple of his pets roamed about the room. One that he really liked was his hellhound.  He sometimes took the mutt with him to work; some detainees could be persuaded by threat of savage dog attack.  Ah, there was that strange clockwork; it was moving toward the drake hatchling which perched in a corner. But as the clockwork passed by the bathtub, it brushed against the inquisitor's hand.  It must have had a defective proximity detection device, and it reacted to contact with organic material by discharging its stored energy. There was a crack and a flash, and the inquisitor slumped farther into the bathtub, face barely out of the water, unconscious.</p><p>     </p>

[StormQueen]

<p>     It was a strange dream, he thought. Floating in a limbo, like in water in darkness. There was no reference point anywhere and he couldn't tell his own location or size in relationship to his surroundings. Shifting his position brought a feeling of vertigo and danger of falling, and he began to thrash about seeking purchase or stability anywhere.  He got a mouthful of water for his trouble, and came up sputtering and coughing.<i>  </i>Abruptly awake now, he sat up panting.  What had happened? And where was he?</p><p>    The inquisitor climbed out and stood dripping on the rug.  He turned around and around, trying to make sense of what was going on. Nothing was unfamiliar yet it was like the place belonged to someone else.  The full length mirror reflected back to him a confused, waterlogged Barbarian man with brown wavy hair, forked braided beard and rawhide-wrapped mustache.  Dark green eyes deepset under a heavy brow stared back at the almost-stranger.  <i>Who are ye, </i>he wondered.  Why did he live here? And where was "here"?  </p><p>     He found some casual clothing to wear. The armor in the rack was filthy with bloodstains on the chestplate. Didn't he have a servant to clean that? Very strange; he would have to find out.  Opening the door brought another shock. His house was on a terrace overlooking Freeport Harbor; the torchlight was unmistakeable.  <i>How did I ever get here?</i> was his reaction.  This in turn surprised him because surely he had lived in Freeport for all his life. Wait, no, he came from... the memory faded like a star in morning light.  The inquisitor closed the door and went to sit down at the table.  There he found an envelope which he picked up and opened immediately.  </p><p>     "<i>Today's assignments have to be given out before 8 AM. The following detainees are to be questioned using normal methods: Human male Malkom, Kerra female Lissida, Half Elf male Veriandris, and Gnome male Bellmon.  The following detainee is a special project, at your discretion: Wood Elf female Treissae. As always, results are expected and required. All hail the Overlord!" Scribe Avonte.</i></p><p><i>     </i>Special project? What was he supposed to..... oh..... he felt like a spy in someone else's mind as he realized that he was expected to do some harm to this prisoner, personally.  What a concept! The very idea of forcing his attentions on an unwilling woman turned his stomach to the point he was almost sick right then and there. Not so much because he was required to. That was the nature of this business.  But his revulsion came from a more personal source. He had done such a thing before, in the name of Lucan and Freeport. And willingly.</p><p>     He did? He didn't know who did. But he caught sight of himself in the mirror again, and knew. </p><p>     <i>Ye're one of the ones who drags people out of their beds at night. Ye are fear and terror for the populace. What kind of Northman are ye?</i></p>

[StormQueen]

<p>     There came a tapping at the door which interrupted the inquisitor's muddled thoughts.  He got up from the table and padded to the front of the room. "Who is it?" he shouted. "Milord's bodyservant and chamberlain are here to serve you." He frowned at the intrusion but opened the door and allowed the Human and Kerra to enter. "First, I need ye to clean this filthy armor," he pointed to the bodyservant. "And this bath needs emptying, and the floor needs mopping up." The chamberlain bowed and bustled about his duties.  "When ye both are finished with all yer work, come see me."</p><p>     Luckily, he had kept fairly good records of everything. The filed reports, servant employment records, rental agreements, and daily calendar were stacked neatly on various shelves.  The Barbarian found most everything he expected to find in the records going back many years, but he still needed to find out more. Something was seriously wrong, like he was in someone else's place.  Why else would being an inquisitor (and wasn't he a high-ranking one?) bother him so?  It was like some discovery was just around the corner, some profound change in not only his experience but in his very soul.</p><p>    The servants bowed and scraped, hoping their work was adequate. Neither enjoyed a great deal of status and being beaten for any reason or none at all was a common occurrence in Freeport for their kind. The inquisitor stood up and inspected the rooms and decided then and there to reward both for their work. He was sure they never had been appreciated. Overworked, sure. "All right, servants, I want ye to take the rest of the day off. In fact, just head home until I call for ye." They stared at him apprehensively and he realized that they feared for their jobs. An idle servant made no money.  He opened the wall safe and took out some cash. "Here ye are, pay for the week. If I don't call for either of ye today ye may hire out on other jobs but make sure I know where ye are." </p><p>     It was getting to be time to head off to his job.  He didn't look forward to it. He was sure he had the previous day, but had no memory of what he had done. In fact, he could not remember any specific actions, although he understood the work details.  A shudder ran through him as he donned the armor and other tools of his trade. The huge mitered helmet made him even more imposing, and he could see how his appearance made him effective. He would be afraid of this apparition approaching him with questions! But there was nothing to be done except go in and act out his role while he tried to figure out what was wrong with him and his memory.</p>

[StormQueen]

<p>     It was growing light out, he noticed.  No way to put this off any longer.  The inquisitor left his house and found a stableboy waiting for him with a horse. No surprise even to his confused state of mind; his position would come with such perks.  With a bit of effort he mounted up, tossed the boy a silver coin, and plodded on up the crooked streets toward the Temple of War. </p><p>     "Ah, there you are," greeted the Dark Elf duty officer. "Assignments need to be posted right away; we've got an inspection coming through today, representatives of Neriak. The Overlord wants to make a good impression on them," he gave a malevolent smile, "and next week we shall inspect their facilities and gain insight on their methods."  The Barbarian picked up the duty sheets for that day; luckily, the previous day's assignments were still listed on the board, and today's roster was identical. He simply assigned the same persons to the same jobs.</p><p>     After he posted the day's assignments he informed the duty officer. The Dark Elf rang a bell, and several people came running. "Assignments are posted. Get to work," he advised. The inquisitor turned and headed into the prison complex. He wanted to see for himself.  "This ways, this ways," wheedled a Ratonga guard. "Would yous like to sees yous work from yesterdays?" The Barbarian followed the guard to a cell in which languished a Human male. The wretched creature caught sight of him and shrank back against the filthy cell wall, eyes wild. The Ratonga chuckled. "You dids a number on hims; we's got a lot of informations from hims."</p><p>    The inquisitor stifled his revulsion and asked, "Such as?" "Oh, more traitors and spies. And we's just early this morning caughts a Kerra familys trying to leaves Freeports." The inquisitor ground his teeth together in an effort to check his rage and shame. How could he be part and parcel of Lucan's reign of terror? The Ratonga didn't notice his discomfort, luckily, and kept rattling on. "This ways, look in heres, looks!" The Barbarian did, and saw a frightened but defiant Wood Elf woman. The Ratonga leered. "She is yours for the day, Lord Inquisitors."</p>

[Amethest]

okay I have a question are you the original from wow leeroy? or are you an imposter? lol btw read thru all your story, not bad..will lurk occasionaly and see if you have added to it..

[StormQueen]

Amethest@Befallen wrote: <blockquote>okay I have a question are you the original from wow leeroy? or are you an imposter? lol btw read thru all your story, not bad..will lurk occasionaly and see if you have added to it..</blockquote> Indeed I am not.. am female in RL.  Did play WoW but gave it up as too simplistic and full of chat weirdos.  Also I have a story in here called Heart of a Warrior; it is more involved and revolves around the lives of an unusual couple... have a look. It is also a work in progress.

[Amethest]

yea I def do not miss wows barrens chat at all <img src="/smilies/3b63d1616c5dfcf29f8a7a031aaa7cad.gif" border="0" alt="SMILEY" /> will check out your other story...thanks for answering <img src="/smilies/3b63d1616c5dfcf29f8a7a031aaa7cad.gif" border="0" alt="SMILEY" />

[StormQueen]

<p>     Decisions are often made on the spur of the moment but they can have far-reaching consequences. The inquisitor opened the cell and unlocked the prisoner's manacles, drawing her forth into the dimly-lit hallway.  She swore at him in her native language as she moved as far away as the chain would permit. Then she spoke in the Common dialect, "You can try, you filthy Freeport excuse for a cleric, but if try to force me  you will have only a dead body and no answers." The Ratonga guard moved to strike her for her temerity, but the Barbarian stopped him. "Nay, this one's mine and I don't want her marked up."</p><p>     "Tough little lady, aren't ye?" he  murmured as he led her through the twisting maze of passageways. There wasn't a lot she could do but comply for now.  The duty officer looked up as the inquisitor marched his prisoner to the desk. "I'll be checking this one out for a few hours. Don't expect me for the inspection. But it had better go well." "Of course, of course.  Have a good time," the Dark Elf grinned malevolently. "I look forward to your report."</p><p>     He led the Wood Elf through the streets on horseback. That is, he was riding. She followed at the end of the chain. Luckily it wasn't far to his house, and she didn't try anything foolish like dragging on the chain. It would avail her nothing in this hostile city.  Once inside his house with his quarry, he turned and pulled her to a wall hanging and clipped her manacles to it as he gritted his teeth and sweat dripped down his face.  Once she was secured, he gave a strangled cry and rushed into the next room.</p><p>     At this moment he loathed himself for what he was, for his response to her proximity, for being a tool of the Overlord.  It had cost him every bit of self-control he could muster to function normally long enough to secure the prisoner.  What would he have done the previous day? But he knew all too well as he frantically shucked off his armor.  He was what ancient Halasian society would have shunned and outlawed, or killed outright. An abuser.....</p><p>  Author's note: Ain't this something.  Three years after I write this I'm compelled to go back and edit because for some unknown reason the mods added a bunch of PG-13 level words to the nono list. </p>

[StormQueen]

<p>     Treissae was mystified in spite of her terror. The Barbarian had flung her against a wall and chained her there, and then abruptly had left the room. And now there were strange sounds of armor being thrown against a wall and what sounded like someone being physically ill. What on Norrath was this?  She didn't hold out any hope of escape but did plan to make sure that her attacker paid a high price for ultimately nothing.</p><p>     Some more crashing noises and a few minutes later the inquisitor emerged from the other room in a day laborer's clothing and carrying a very large crate, along with a bag of nails and a large hammer.  His bloodshot eyes didn't meet hers as he set the crate down with the open end facing her. Without a word he strode over, unclipped her chains, and gestured to the crate.  The Wood Elf took a step back, but he grabbed her arm and propelled her to the open box. "Get in," he ordered roughly.  "Feet first. Ye don't have any choice here."  She did so with a look of defiance. The big man upended the crate and nailed the top on securely.</p><p>     The bumping along and changing light told Treissae that they were outside in Freeport now. She was sure that the crate would end up in the harbor, dooming her to a slow drowning. What else could be happening here? Or didn't the Overlord expect prisoners to give some useful information?  Things had gone so badly since she had slipped into the city. It was as if they knew she was coming, and only luck had prevented her captors from finding her contacts.  Or had they? Was she expendable?</p><p>     A ship was in the harbor, and to the Wood Elf's surprise the inquisitor stabled his horse, picked up the crate, and marched onboard with it.  He flung a dirty blanket down and stowed it near the stern, and settled down beside it for the voyage.  In spite of herself, the exhausted woman dozed off, and woke abruptly to find the ship approaching Thundering Steppes dock.  She had slept for many hours, to her dismay. But she was still alive and she could hear the rhythmic breathing of the Barbarian.  The ship's bell clanged out the approach, and the inquisitor jumped to his feet and hoisted the crate. The moment the ship's gangplank dropped he was down it and on the pier, and quickly moving down to the beach with his burden.</p><p>    "Here's where we part company," he addressed the captive.  With the claw end of the hammer he forced off the end of the crate, reached in, and lifted her out.  She was disheveled, dirty, and for the moment docile with confusion. Was he toying with her? Or...no, it couldn't be. No Freeport official would let a prisoner go. Treissae wasn't sure of the penalty for failure in Freeport but it must be severe.  Then the inquisitor astounded her by handing her a small purse full of gold coins.  "Go home to yer people, and don't try spying on Freeport again," he admonished.  "But...what will they do to you?"  "I have made my decision: go. I will go face the consequences; I don't deserve to live anyway." "For failing Lucan?" "What do I care about him?" the Barbarian demanded. "I failed my own people's beliefs, I have a long trial before the Tribunal when I meet them in the hereafter. But I can make this one thing right."</p><p>     The inquisitor walked away, leaving the Wood Elf standing there in shock. Free? Really? Why would he doom himself for her? She ran after him as he was heading to the dock to buy passage to Freeport.  The setting sun silhouetted his face as he turned again and waved her away impatiently. "Girl, the word 'decide' comes from an old root form meaning to kill.  Someone has to pay, and that will be me. I don't hold hope that the Tribunal will be merciful to me.  But ye are free to live yer life and maybe some meaning will come of my death." "But... but listen," she protested, "when all hope is gone, say this phrase out loud." She chanted some strange sounds that echoed in his mind in spite of his trying to ignore her.  "Go, please. Just tell yer people that one Freeporter tried to make a difference."</p>

[StormQueen]

<p>     Morning brought its repercussions; the inquisitor had headed home to North Freeport upon arrival at the city to find what he had half-expected: his home was ransacked and Lucan's secret police were prowling the neighborhood.  They were checking every home and rousting out the inhabitants as they searched.  Crying children huddled in the street with their frightened parents who didn't dare protest.  </p><p>     "Leave them alone," the Barbarian called out to 3 of the goons who were just emerging from one house with some jewelry. "And who are you?" demanded one. "I'm who ye have been searching for. Ye didn't need to trash the whole block looking." "Come with us." The speaker backed up his command with a sword, which he brandished at the inquisitor. "I think you've got a lot to explain.  There's no sign of the prisoner in your custody. Lucan demands your presence at his castle."</p><p>     "This is gonna be fun," smirked a guard in the castle dungeon. "Never had an inquisitor for a prisoner." With that he slugged the inquisitor in the gut and clubbed him in the back of the head when he doubled over in pain.  "Not so tough without your armor, are you?" The Barbarian's vision faded along the edges as he staggered against a wall and collapsed.  Then the kicking began, and he wished he had been knocked out.  Finally the guard aimed a kick at his head and the inquisitor didn't try to avoid it, and everything went black.</p><p>     He found himself lying facedown in filthy straw redolent of the last few victims' body wastes.  He hurt so much all over that he cried out when he tried to move. Gritting his teeth, the inquisitor carefully turned over and sat up.  Nothing was broken apparently but he was bruised up pretty bad.  He wondered how well he would hold up under the questioning to come.  There was nothing to be done but endure it until it broke his resistance or killed him.  </p>

[StormQueen]

<p>     But what happened later on was something he didn't expect. A Dark Elf came to his cell with a couple of Ogre guards and unlocked the door. "Get out here, prisoner." The inquisitor staggered out into the hallway, where the Ogres grabbed his arms and propelled him down the corridor, the Dark Elf leading the way.  At a large door they stopped. "Lucan wants to see you. I don't envy you the privilege," the Teir'Dal smiled malevolently.  "Take him in, and make sure he shows the proper....humility." </p><p>    "Here is the prisoner, esteemed Overlord," announced one of the guards. The inquisitor looked up through blurry vision to see Lucan d'Lere, or rather a projection of the twisted once-paladin.  The story of how the Overlord had become master of Freeport was a well known one, but the inquisitor knew it had to be propaganda.  He would never learn the truth, but he knew that this monstrosity had slaughtered the honor of this city in his quest for power.  And what about himself? How was it he had worked for this...thing?</p><p>     "Ah, the missing cleric. You wasted a lot of my time, sending troops out to search for you. And you embarrassed the Dismal Rage, and the Teir'Dal in particular." "Why the Dark Elves, Overlord?" the inquisitor asked through puffy lips.  "Silence, prisoner!" One guard cuffed him to his knees. "No need to punish him... yet.  The Teir'Dal were in charge of psychological profiling in the Temple of War.  Your last profile was only a week ago, and showed no change. They may be duplicating reports to save time. If so, they will suffer the consequences. As will you.  The only reason you are not right now in an intensity chamber is that I remember the excellent work you did before you betrayed me."</p><p>    The projection paced the room, as if thinking of what to say next. Then Lucan stopped and addressed the guards. "There's not a lot of time today, so you need to bring in the profilers and squeeze them for what they know. Fraud is not to be tolerated.  As for this traitor...there isn't time for any ceremony. But impromptu events are still crowd pleasers. So, traitor inquisitor, you get to choose the method of your death."</p><p>     Choose? Choose his own demise? Not enviable, but considering the alternative of torture and lingering in agony... he knew all too well what methods were used. After all, he was a part of the system.  But this was strange. Did they know his motives already? It didn't matter now, and he would welcome a quick end.  "Just throw me in the Pit," he requested. "The prisoner is to be taken and sentence carried out immediately," commanded the Overlord. "And be sure he doesn't somehow miss falling in."</p><p>     </p>

[StormQueen]

<p>     Crowds were gathering already around the Execution Plaza.  Word got around quickly in Freeport, and seldom was a person of high rank seen in chains.  He stood there on the ramp and tried not to duck as debris was thrown at him.  A few persons managed to kick him before the guards began enforcing the no approaching within 15 feet rule, clubbing the slow and unwary back away from the prisoner.</p><p>      "Be it known that this Barbarian was a high lord inquisitor for Freeport, until he took it upon himself to conspire with others and betray us to Qeynosian elements.  Many others are being rounded up as we speak, and there will be other 'events' for you to attend in the next few days.  The inquisitor wasn't surprised to hear that.  Making up conspiracies was an old method of ferreting out even more work for themselves, and thus keeping the officials and the Overlord satisfied with the "take".  If there were no manufactured enemies, they would drop below quota. </p><p>      He looked around at the city and the crowds. Might as well take his last look and be ready for the end. Nothing left but to face the Tribunal and his trial in eternity.  All he hoped for was that the Wood Elf would arrive home safely. The inquisitor knew that nothing he did would ever atone for his crimes.  Perhaps the Tribunal would include haunting in his punishment.  Others might learn something. Or not.  He closed his eyes and waited.</p><p>      "All right, Freeportians, this is what you have been waiting for. Time to see an execution." The guard unlocked the chains and turned the inquisitor to face the Pit once more. Then unbidden to the Barbarian's mind came Treissae's words again, so strongly that he murmured them out loud inadvertently. "In you go!" shouted the Ogre, and kicked him in the back, tumbling the inquisitor into the maw of the flames.  He felt intense heat, then a feeling of even more intense cold, then nothing at all.</p>

[StormQueen]

<p>    Slowly, ever so slowly, he became aware he was lying on his back in a grove of trees. Where was this place? Where was the Hall of Justice? The inquisitor rolled onto his side and tried to take stock of the situation.  He could see a toppled statue, the trees, dust being flung up by a breeze.  There were bird calls, and a wolf howled in the distance.  He'd never heard of such details in the afterlife, but then folks weren't in the habit of coming back to report on their findings.  Did he have some sort of journey to make? </p><p>     With a groan of discomfort he sat up. Strange, that he still felt the beating he had taken in life. How did that transfer over? Then he saw it over the trees, and his blood ran cold. "Oh, no, no... it can't be." He shook his head in futile negation at the spectacle of Lucan's towering castle hovering over Freeport. But if that was the Overlord's lair, then this had to be... "Aaagh! Commonlands!" Then he had a frightening thought. Was he a spectre now, condemned in absentia to wander Norrath? Only one way to find out. </p><p>     He hauled himself to his feet and, swaying unsteadily, set out in the direction of the Crossroads. The heat shimmered on the dry grassy plains and he felt himself growing thirstier by the minute. Thirst...did ghosts drink anything? The inquisitor looked down at something shiny and to his relief found that someone had dropped a silver coin. This wouldn't get him anything fancy but he could at least get a drink.  Once in the merchant area he found a drink vendor and approached the man. "What will it be?" the vendor asked. The inquisitor picked up a bottle. "One silver coin, sir." He walked away with his purchase and sat by the surround fencing with the bottle of cheap beer.  Time to think about this.</p><p>     <i>All right</i>, he said to himself. <i>Ye don't appear to be a spectre. The vendor acted like ye were a live person.  Either this is some sort of test in the afterlife, or ye somehow avoided death.  If it's a test, ye have a lot to figure out. If ye somehow didn't burn up in the Execution Pit, how did ye escape? </i>The Barbarian sat pensively for quite a while, mulling this all over.  At last he resorted to replaying the previous day's events in his head. When he let the Wood Elf go, didn't she tell him something? He wasn't sure what it was. Oh, yes, she told him some strange words to recite. "I did, too, just before I fell in," he recalled out loud.  Then he laughed softly. <i>Oh, ye fool, she gave ye the means to save yerself. And somehow ye activated some sort of random portal</i>. </p><p>     The big man laughed louder. What a great cosmic joke on him. The Tribunal had deferred his trial to a later date it seemed. He abruptly grew sober.   There might be searchers out looking for him. What an irony; now he was trying to stay alive.  And Dark Elves; Teir'Dal: they figured into this somehow in some big way, he was certain. Some little feeling in the back of his mind told him that Neriak might be a good place to start. He got to his feet and headed north toward Darklight Woods, watching for signs of pursuit as he did so. </p>

[Amethest]

looks for new entry...

[StormQueen]

<p>     Darklight was a strange, enchanted place. Arcane powers rippled from the pyramid and the temple, and somehow the vegetation grew even without sunlight.  It didn't thrive by any means, but it did survive. The animal denizens had learned to get along well in darkness and low light, and were surprisingly abundant.  The inquisitor knew that he needed to get some cash together, and as he observed the wildlife he got the idea to approach some nearby Teir'Dal. Their disdain was evident, but they did point him in the direction of an encampment where some merchants displayed their wares.</p><p>     His luck was good that day; a couple of merchants and a guard had some work they needed done in a hurry for customers.  Easy enough; all he had to do was bring in bounty and furs.  His pay might be cash or barterable goods.  For a skilled combat artist like himself it was no great effort to bring down the beasts needed to fill the orders. Even with a club made of a tree branch he could do some damage.  It wasn't very long before he had amassed enough gold to afford to stay in Neriak that night.  </p><p>     Once inside the gates, guarded by Dark Elves mounted on armored wargs and nightmarish horses, he looked around and saw a swirl of blue light on the floor a short ways inside. Standing near it was an Elf with a ledger.  He watched the inquisitor with amusement as the big man tried the portal and got no response. "It's not keyed to you," he smirked. "How do I use it then?" the Barbarian asked. "Ah, but it costs a bit to use this system. Not money but loyalty to my employers. You need to get this list of people to sell their businesses to us. Just have them sign on the dotted line."</p><p>     It wasn't something he liked doing, not in the slightest; somehow the brainwashed soon-to-be conscript bothered him more than the drunken ex-owner of a prosperous textile decorating business. This was a man who ranted and raved as he signed then requested the inquisitor portray him as satisfied with the transaction,  so as to not give any satisfaction to the ones taking over his life's dream. But the Barbarian did get one interesting item from a cowardly Teir'Dal ex-owner.  A most strange recipe.  Maybe there was more to it than cookies.</p><p>     He took the completed paperwork to the man who checked it over and then said some chant.  The portal shimmered a bit, and the Dark Elf motioned him to try it out. The inquisitor stepped in and got the impression that it was waiting for him to choose a destination.  The marketplace, he decided, and a momentary vertigo seized him as he was transported there.  <i>Interesting</i>, he mused as he moved away from the device and had a look around.  "Hey, you there! Take this crate to the dock and be quick about it!" He turned and saw a winged woman, an Arasai, pointing to a box and actually stamping her foot in impatience. "Huge lug, you can move this down there right now, and maybe I won't call a guard and tell him you were bothering me." No way he could afford to argue; the Barbarian picked up the box and took it to its destination, the Arasai following as he did so. </p><p>     Maybe there was some advantage to being thought of as a half-brained oversized laborer.  Certainly he wouldn't be seen as some sort of threat.  "Is there any work?" he beseeched the dockmaster.  "I need money." "Probably for drink, you slob, but I do need a hard worker. Take this package to the Library immediately. Go by way of the service entrance and leave this for Dirith N'Veyk.  Be quick about it and I might give you a permanent job."  The inquisitor moved as rapidly as he could to find a portal, use it, and get near the Library. He dropped off the package, then walked back out to see a strange scene. There was a knot of children with a Dark Elf herding them along. The youngsters looked grim, old beyond their years. Also, they were human, which wasn't all that strange, and definitely from faraway Shin, which was.</p>

[StormQueen]

<p>     Children only, he saw. No adults nearby but the Dark Elf. Was it some sort of school outing? Had the inhabitants of Shin sent their children off to the equivalent of boarding school?  It didn't seem likely.  He rounded a corner to put some distance between them and himself; it wouldn't do to be seen watching too closely.  He hesitated at a street corner, uncertain which way the portal was, when a couple of Teir'Dal women walked by engrossed in conversation. They paid no attention as they chatted, and a fragment of their discourse drifted back to where the Barbarian stood.  "Ah, yet more of them for our education." "We don't have the fertility; we have to engage in J'Nyssry.  There isn't..." here the voices faded as the women moved off. </p><p>     The world around him seemed to swirl and fade as he was caught in a waking dream.  <i>Run, child, run... don't stay here... get out in the woods and hide...no, they see me, no no mama papa don't leave me alone bad elves don't hurt them NO don't hurt me... no... what... what... am I?</i>   He gasped for breath and sat down hard. What was he remembering? And why? That word had set it off: J'Nyssry.  Even the thought set off a pounding headache; he dared not say it out loud.  But what did it mean, and why did it evoke such disturbing images? How could he find out more? Maybe the Library held answers.</p><p>     The venerable building housed a great deal of knowledge, but not just anyone was allowed to walk in and check out tomes. No, the readers had to be Teir'Dal. No lesser races need know their arcane and practical wisdom.  But the inquisitor had seen that the service entrance was easy enough to approach as a dockworker. He did so now, carrying a crate pilfered from behind a small mercantile.  "Delivery for Dirith N'Veyk," he announced to the guard. He was motioned in and he quickly found a place to hide the box, then he carefully peered around corners, looking for some clue as to where to begin. He knew that he hadn't much time before his failure to return promptly would be noticed.  One placard read, "Arcane Arts of the Erudites".  Another nearby trumpeted the superior knowledge of the Teir'Dal themselves. The inquisitor sneaked down a flight of stairs and checked the next room. There he found a clue in the placard, "Humans as subjects of study". </p><p>     Letter J, letter j, he thought as he checked the book spines. Or why would it be under that letter at all? No, maybe under H for Human.. or what? Ah here was a tome with a promising title. "Methods of control and subjugation of human children." The inquisitor took the book to a corner by a closet where he could hide if visitors came near.  He began to read, and what he read turned his blood cold. They kidnapped children, murdered the parents, and somehow mindwiped the young ones and rebuilt their personalities into twisted versions of what they had been.  He took the book back to the shelf, unable to stand to read farther, and replaced it as he heard footsteps. The Barbarian hurriedly squeezed into the closet to wait.</p><p>     His exhaustion might have been a factor; the big man felt his eyelids close against his efforts to stay awake in the cramped closet.  All too soon the dream took over, this time with a difference. He saw the Dark Elves, and he saw his parents slain in cold blood as he and his younger sister were dragged into a wagon. For all the terror this imagery brought, somehow he was aware that even sleeping he could not make any noise. He wanted out of the dream but he needed to know what had happened, what all this was about.  Then he saw himself deprived of sleep, deprived of contact with others, deprived until his mind went blank and was easily overwritten with what the Teir'Dal wanted him to think and feel.. and how to act. And then.. and then he was sold to Freeport as a freshly brainwashed trainee for the Temple of War and the Dismal Rage.</p><p>     </p>

[StormQueen]

<p>      The sound of voices nearby brought him to abrupt wakefulness. "Place stinks," one was saying. "What do you expect in a Library full of old musty books?" came the rejoinder. "Come on, let's go see if what we need is on the third floor." Footsteps faded away, and after a short wait the Barbarian cautiously pushed the closet door open a crack. Fresh air rushed in, replacing the stale. Until now he hadn't realized how badly he stank.  He hadn't bathed since....was it only two days ago this had all started? No. This had started when he had been orphaned, kidnapped, torn from his family, clan, birthright, and made a servant of evil. He bit back a howl of rage at that thought. Vengeance must have its day, but how? First of all he had to get out of this place.</p><p>     As it was, he didn't have any difficulty. The Library was nearly deserted, and the door guard had left his post to answer a call of nature.  The inquisitor shuffled off toward the docks, still maintaining his guise of being a common worker.  But about halfway there he turned a different way and visited some vendors, where he made some small purchases plus a new set of clothes, and stopped at a barbershop for a shave and that much-needed bath.</p><p>    <i> Much better</i>, he thought as he rubbed his now-smooth chin.  His appearance would be greatly altered now that he had no beard. Too bad he would have to spoil the benefits of being clean all too soon, but his plans to get to his belongings back meant using the sewers.  He headed out of Neriak proper into the gloomy Darklight Woods and made his way back into the Commonlands under cover of night, his destination Freeport.</p><p>     Slipping in through the sewers wasn't his accustomed route, but the Barbarian was familiar with the twisting passageways and pitfalls for the unwary. As an inquisitor he had frequently investigated in Thieves Way, and even at times in Serpent Sewer and Edgewater Drains for evidence of criminal activities. Ah, here was the grate leading to North Freeport. He wrenched it aside and climbed through, drawing the bent metal back into place behind him. It wouldn't stand a close inspection but a casual check wouldn't reveal the break.  </p><p>     When he reached the shaft leading up to the sewer cover, he stopped and set his torch in a slot on the wall then opened his pack. He set a good-sized bowl on the walkway along with a small bag of charcoal and a larger one of chalk.  A trickle of water came from the wall; the Barbarian used  the bowl to catch some.  He then added the charcoal, using a rock to crush it and form a slurry. In went the chalk, and last he drew a vial from his shirt pocket and added its contents. The thick liquid began to give off an eerie greenish-yellow glow. He then removed all his clothes except for the ragged pants and stuffed them back in the pack. Kneeling by the bowl, he proceeded to smear its contents all over his body, working it into his hair and face also.</p><p>     Anyone looking toward the sewer cover in North Freeport would have been in for a shock as it rose accompanied by a glowing apparition. But at that moment no one was facing that way. This made it easier for the Barbarian as he slipped around a corner to a location a couple blocks from his house. Now it was time to create a disturbance.</p>

[StormQueen]

<p>     If anyone had been down that dark alleyway they would have seen a weird glowing apparition cautiously making its way along the houses on Integrity Way. But no one was about, luckily for him. He made it to his destination, then flattened himself against the side of the house next to his.  He reached up into the eave trough and pushed aside the rotting leaves and debris, removing a key.  The inquisitor had to hurry; the glowing effect wouldn't last long or fool the authorities.  </p><p>     He pushed open the front door and slipped in. Was anyone aware of his presence? It didn't seem so.  The big man reached over to the wall and deliberately rattled the chains hanging there. As he did so, he rasped out in a sepulchral voice, "Who inhabits my house?" and strode into the next room. Two frightened humans leaped out of the bed and tried to get the window open. When that didn't work, in desperation the man let out a wild yell and ran past the Barbarian. The woman dashed out right behind him, whimpering in fear.</p><p>     Now he had a chance. Down to the basement he went, and right to the vault. Sure enough, it had been rifled of all things valuable. But who looks in an empty vault for more? The inquisitor had a clever hidden storage area in one of the walls; now he went and pulled the correct board and pushed a hidden switch, revealing a small cubbyhole that was previously invisible. Inside was what he was after: coinage enough to build a new life.  He scooped the money into a small bag and hurried back upstairs; even now he could be trapped inside the house if he wasn't careful.</p><p>      Noises were coming from outside; there were guards milling about. Before they could come to a consensus on what was awaiting them inside,  the Barbarian burst out the front door, knocking over two of them in his haste to escape.  Shouts and threats burst out behind him; he expected thrown weapons and arrows would be forthcoming. Back around the corner, he dragged off the sewer cover, threw his bag of coin down inside, quickly following it as he pulled the cover back into place and hung onto the bottom handle. Muffled curses above him indicated the frustrated attempts to get the cover off. But then he heard someone yell something that made his blood turn to ice water.</p><p>     "All right, if it's jammed, go start up the flashbangers!"  The inquisitor knew all too well what those devices were. The invention of a fiendishly clever gnome, the flashbangers were dropped down through the smaller sewer pipes leading from the surface. Their brilliant flash was designed to stun anyone in the sewers who was there as a fugitive from the law.  And the law was ruthless. He personally had questioned prisoners who had the misfortune to be facing these devices when they detonated. Not a one of them ever could see again; not that they survived questioning all that long anyhow.</p><p>     The big man was as scared as he had ever been his entire life. How was he going to avoid such a horrible fate? Then the answer came to him.  One that scared him almost as much as the flashbangers did.....</p><p>     </p>

[Amethest]

doh cliffhanger ..twitch....

[StormQueen]

<p>    The inquisitor climbed down to the bottom of the ladder and stood there panting for breath.  He reached for the hem of his shirt and tore off a long strip of cloth with shaking hands, doubling it over and picking it up by the ends.  He took a quick look around, made sure the wall was on his right shoulder, then he lifted the strip to his face and tied it around his eyes, making sure it was snug. Now he would rely on memory, wit, and senses other than sight.</p><p>     He cautiously started forward, shuffling his feet to be sure he didnt stumble, and kept his right hand on the wall. As he rounded a corner and paused to listen for danger, a rattling noise startled him and he took a step back. A bright flash he could see through layers of cloth and his closed eyelids made him nearly collapse with terror; to have been looking at it would have been catastrophe.  But he continued groping his way through the dank passages; it was the only way to escape.</p><p>     The irony of it all was that his goal was the dark elf village of Longshadow Alley; those were fanatic loyalists to Lucan (as far as anyone knew).  For all his caution, the Barbarian almost missed finding the correct sewer grate. He stopped and felt for it and pulled it loose from its moorings, then squeezed into the narrow opening and wormed his way forward. The incipient fear rose into panic again as claustrophobia took hold of him, and he fought forward as his imagination went wild. </p><p>     Just when he was about to lose all ability to think clearly, the passage opened out to the small opening where the vertical shaft to the surface was located.  The big man struggled to breathe as he tried to calm himself, and it didn't help much when a flashbanger dropped down a shaft a few yards back and he caught the reflection on his blindfold enough to see it.  Up the ladder he swarmed and pushed open the cover, rolling out into the street in his haste to get out.</p><p>     Tearing off his blindfold, the inquisitor took a quick look around. The wan light of Drinal revealed Longshadow Alley in all its slumminess; only a drunken half elf saw him and that he didn't worry about. No guards were here yet, thank the Tribunal.  He hoisted the sack of coin to his back and trotted down the street toward the graveyard gate and the commonlands beyond.</p>

[Amethest]

okay good was scared for a minute ....

[StormQueen]

<p>     Treissae had some time to think about recent events during the lengthy voyage. The young Wood Elf had hidden out in Nektulos Forest for a few days, living off the land until she was sure her trail had gone cold. But upon approaching the docks she had overheard the gossip, and wished she hadn't come back that way. For the talk among the hucksters, merchants and sailors was of the execution of a prominent inquisitor in Freeport. "I myself saw him kicked into the firepit in Execution Plaza!" "Thus to all traitors! All hail the Overlord!" "Kinda fun to see the high and mighty fall..."  These and other statements rang in her mind as she bought passage to Butcherblock.</p><p>     Her reunion with family and friends was joyous but tempered in her mind by the price a certain Barbarian had paid for her freedom.  A pang of guilt would not go away, and she was determined to make some sort of gesture to honor his memory.  At a small shop in Kelethin she found a memorial marker, with space to add a few words.  But where to place it? She couldn't possibly do so in or near Freeport, and Qeynos would never accept a shrine to a denizen of an enemy city.  Of course, it should be taken to Everfrost, the ancestral home of the Barbarians.  That would be honorable and fitting.</p><p>     Aboard ship she met a small group of folks making a trip to the same region. As Everfrost was a cold, dangerous place, she asked if she could accompany them. "Certainly," replied a Kerra male.  "We all have our reasons for traveling there; let's share them and dispel some of this boredom," added a Gnome woman.  Each had an interesting tale to tell, but the most poignant came from the Barbarian in the party.</p><p>    "For twenty-five years I have journeyed here, seeking some answers." He turned and looked out over the ocean for some seconds, then shook his shaggy grey mane. "My sister and her family disappeared out in Everfrost somewhere.  It was very soon after the Shattering, and they may have been victims of falling shards of Luclin.  But I cannot rest until either I know the truth or meet my own fate, upon my honor as a Halasian."  "That's so sad!" exclaimed Treissae.  "You said family...?"  "Aye, my sister, Leeanora, her husband, and their two young children. I asked them not to go..." The grizzled Barbarian's voice trailed off as he turned his head away from the others and stared into nothing.</p><p>    </p>

[StormQueen]

<p>     They disembarked onto the small dock at Everstorm Bay; the glittering landscape and biting cold took Treissae's breath away.  "Here, take this extra fur," advised the Barbarian.  She didn't care much to dress herself in animal skins, but survival was survival. And she was absolutely freezing... "How do we get over there? the Gnome woman pointed toward a distant beach. "We use a skiff or a raft," the Barbarian answered. He motioned them down to the water's edge where a small boat was tucked under an overhanging ice shelf. With a grunt of effort, he pulled it free and shoved it into the water where it sat bobbing. "All right, all aboard." The Kerra grabbed one oar while the Barbarian plied the other, and it wasn't long before the small party reached the opposite shore.</p><p>     "Stay within hailing distance, and if ye get lost, don't start running about. The ice is very deceiving when it comes to distance and direction. And it's mighty easy to start an avalanche.  The workers and pilgrims out here wouldn't appreciate it."  The Northman was gruff, rather bossy, but his advice was sound and they knew it.  Treissae began her search for a suitable location for her marker.  The grey-haired man noticed and hurried over. "Ye really didn't have to go to all this trouble; ye made no promises to the man." "I know, but i made a promise to myself." She walked away along the ridgeline above the bay, searching for rocks protruding from the ice. Around the bend she saw several hooded pilgrims watching her curiously. As she pushed past, the Wood Elf bumped into a white-robed one who turned, startled.  As did Treissae, for she found herself staring into the face of the dead Inquisitor. With a cry of alarm, she backpedaled several steps. With a shriek of dismay, she broke through a small snow shelf, which pitched her down the steep slope and into Everstorm Bay.</p><p>     He had bought the supplies he needed and squirreled away the remainder of his fortune.  The journey to Everfrost had been at first a plan to simply disappear for a while in hopes that Freeport would forget he had ever existed. But now as he wandered along the ice road, dressed as an acolyte from the old times, he thought more and more about his people's origins, and  how they came to be refugees in the southern continents.  The bracing cold, the shining glaciers, the hardy wildlife all seemed so very right and normal.  He felt at home here. But no sign of Halas remained, search though he might.</p><p>     Visitors of all races came here to gawk, paint the landscape, hunt large game, and search for ruins.  He saw yet another tourist party wandering about down on the beach, muffled in furs against the icy air. "Hmph," he snorted to himself and moved farther up the ridge. They were welcome to visit; a Halasian would never deny hospitality. Still, he wished they would be about their business and leave him in peace. But no such luck. He could hear one puffing and struggling up the steep snowbanks. Then, to his surprise, the visitor stumbled against him. The clumsiness caught him off-guard and he whirled around to find a young Wood Elf woman staring at him. Before he could even put face to name, she fell backward, screaming, into the deep water below.</p>

[Amethest]

ohhhh nice post .....more please lol

[StormQueen]

<p>     He dropped his robe and leaped in after her, the icy shock of the bay's water nearly paralyzing him. Where was she? He floundered about and located the limp form, catching hold of her fur garment. He doggedly swam back toward shore where a knot of visitors gathered. Time was of the essence, he was well aware. With a blur of motion, he lifted her, waterlogged furs and all, free of the water into waiting arms. Then he fell back beneath the surface to make his own attempt at getting out. A grinding noise above him stopped his progress: the ice had shifted, trapping him below the surface. He began searching for an opening, knowing that he had little chance as the freezing water sapped what little strength he had left.</p><p>     In the end, it was a relief to draw in a lungful of water and feel his body relax from the agonizing lack of air.  Oddly enough, he saw a patch above him and moved toward it, abruptly finding himself on the shore.  There was a bonfire, a Gnome woman and a Human man were attending to the Wood Elf, and the Barbarian and Kerra were out in a skiff, dragging something at the end of a rope.  He reached the spot just as the boat grounded and the two men pulled their burden onshore. It was a large body, marble-white with cold.  They cut the rope and turned it over to reveal a drowned Northman. <i>Why, that looks just like me, </i>the Inquisitor thought. The others took no notice of him as he moved closer, then looked down to find it was himself, or what had been him.</p><p>     "I think it's futile, Elder," remarked the Kerra. The Barbarian didn't pause in his efforts but spoke as he worked. "No, it's not. I feel him still here; he hasn't passed through yet."  He rolled the body onto its side to clear the lungs, chanting phrases as he did so.  He pushed a fur under and then rolled the victim back onto it, throwing another fur on top.  "Young man, I know ye're there. Let my chant lead ye back." He brought down a fist upon the rib cage, then a flurry of blows. He was rewarded by a twitch. "See there, my Kerra friend?"</p><p>     He realized he was in an incorporeal form; other spirits moved around him and watched to see what he would do.  In a detached manner he considered his death; it had been surprisingly easy, more of a short passage than a journey. He glanced at the shining portal with a city in it, then back at the scene on the beach.  The spirit of a Barbarian woman approached him and indicated, <i>Go back, son. Ye will remember everything when ye wake. </i></p><p><i>     </i>The Shaman's chants had opened a swirling pit, and he let himself fall into the maelstrom. It was dark, and painful to breathe, and he gasped with the effort. "I think he's coming around," said a voice.  Again, a faint light above him...he struggled to the surface and burst out into full awareness, his eyes opening wide. For the face of the worried Barbarian Shaman lit up with relief and joy, and all at once the Inquisitor realized that he recognized the man, and all his memories were restored.  "Un.... un..." he croaked. "What is it?" asked the older Northman, leaning closer.  The younger one reached up and grabbed the front of his tunic. "Uncle....Tabaar?"</p>

[Amethest]

gah ya always leave me wanting more which for a writer is good but for me is torture lol

[StormQueen]

<p>     Tabaar the Elder Mystic stared at the younger man in shock and amazement. Could this be the little boy he had last seen twenty-five years in the past? Was this some sort of miracle? "Could it be?" he gasped out. "Leeroy?" The other nodded and tried to sit up, losing the furs around him as he did so.  He shivered and drew them back around.  "How is this possible? What... ye must tell me how ye survived!" exclaimed the grey-haired Halasian.  "But right now ye're in danger of freezing. We need to get ye dry clothes." "My robe should be over there," Leeroy said, pointing to the ridge. The Kerra trotted over and picked it up, shook it out, and handed it over.  The young Barbarian quickly drew on the garment as Tabaar rummaged for an extra set of boots. "Let's get ye over to the fire to get warm."</p><p>      He soaked up the heat from the bonfire, feeling his strength return as he warmed up.  Beside him the Gnome woman making sure the Wood Elf woman was kept warm. She wasn't awake yet but definitely looked like she would be all right.  A dull thud in the packed snow beside him announced the arrival of a pair of boots for him to use.  The Inquisitor looked up to find Tabaar watching him.  "Here ye go; these are soft boots so hopefully they will fit. Now, about ye..." "First of all, Uncle Tabaar, I wish to thank ye for saving my life. I had given up all hope of getting out of the water.   There is a lot to tell. Before I do that, let me retrieve my cache."</p><p>       Leeroy moved farther down the beach, kicked over a snowbank and started digging into a rock cairn. Soon he uncovered a heavy shoulder strap, and dragged a canvas bag out of its hiding place.  He returned to his spot by the fire to thaw out his hands. "Why did ye need to get that?" wondered Tabaar. "It has all my belongings in it. Just a second."  The younger Barbarian dragged the heavy bag over to the encampment and turned to the Elder Mystic. "I don't know how to go about this, so I'll start with what happened that day." </p><p>       Tabaar's expression grew grimmer as Leeroy recounted first the murders of his parents and his own abduction. "I never saw my baby sister again. I don't know what happened to her." Then the Elder Mystic grew outraged as he learned of the brainwashing and mind wiping techniques used by Dark Elves to enslave children of many races, especially human ones. Human and Barbarian children were the main commodity that Neriak had to offer Freeport in return for goods that the underground city could not produce.  They were shunted into various jobs as they were tested for aptitude.  This had been Leeroy's fate; it was only dubious fortune that he had been shunted into the priesthood, and thus into clerical duties.  Becoming a full-fledged Inquisitor had become a goal for him; he thought of nothing else back then. "And ye know what, Tabaar? I was stripped of memories like those of my own family, and was compelled to forget my own name."</p><p>       The Inquisitor paced beside the glowing coals as he retold the events that led to his mindwipe weakening.  "Then I found a way to help this one escape," he gestured toward Treissae, "and returned to my fate. But her magic saved me...." Tabaar listened, rapt, as Leeroy described the meaning of justice in Freeport, the library information in Neriak, and his burglary of his own home.  "I escaped through the sewers and came  here to contemplate who I am." He opened the bag to reveal a full set of Inquisitor's armor. "This is who I am, at least what I was." </p><p>       </p>

[StormQueen]

<p>     A sound from by the fireside caught his attention. The Wood Elf was waking up it seemed. Leeroy turned away with both embarrassment and shame.<i>  How could ye have intended harm to such as she, </i>he berated himself. <i>How could ye....</i>he clenched his fists and reminded himself that he hadn't known better. It didn't help; he still felt guilty and unclean. Abruptly he strode away down the beach.</p><p>     Treissae raised herself up on one elbow. How had she gotten here? Then she remembered falling off a snowbank into the freezing waters of the bay. "Ah good, ye are awake," said a deep voice. She looked up to find the Elder Mystic smiling down on her. "How are ye feeling, child?" "Much better, thank you. But how did I get out of the water?" ""Ye see that Halasian down the beach? His name is Leeroy, and he jumped in after ye and swam to shore where we grabbed ye and warmed ye by the fire."</p><p>     She sat up and decided that she felt good enough to try standing. She got to her feet unsteadily and walked toward the robed figure. The big man was facing Everstorm Bay as the wind swirled about him. She cleared her throat. He flinched slightly but made no move to turn toward her. "Sir, I want to thank you for rescuing me," she began. "I'm sure I would have drowned, and...." He raised a hand to forestall her. "Why were ye up there on that hill?"  "I was trying to find a suitable place to put a memorial marker." "Why would an Elf be honoring a Halasian?" Leeroy demanded to know. "Well, sir, he saved my life in Freeport at the expense of his own."</p><p>     The Inquisitor felt the hair stand up on the back of his neck. Did she not know...he spun around to face her, silhouetted by the setting sun's rays. "What if ye commemorate a worthless waste of air? A fool for an evil cause?" Treissae was aghast. "You, sir, lack honor! To speak ill of the dead is beneath contempt! No matter what he was, I would give anything to have saved him from his fate." "Ye are wrong about one thing. I do NOT speak ill of the dead." The Barbarian stomped the snow in agitation and then dropped to his knees in front of the Wood Elf. "Treissae. All I can dare to do is ask yer forgiveness," he said as he drew back the muffling hood of his robe.</p><p>     Nothing mattered at that moment to her but the sight of him, alive somehow. "But how?" she squeaked in confusion. "Yer portal spell saved me just as I was thrown into the Execution Pit. I didn't even know what it was, and instead of the Halls of Justice I found myself in Commonlands. Since then I have searched for answers." She didn't reply but instead threw her arms around the startled Northman. He was astounded to hear her sobbing her joy and relief, and felt a lump in his throat. His vision blurred and he hugged Treissae to him tightly as the sunset lit the sky with red fire. </p><p>     </p>

[StormQueen]

<p>      He finally drew back, still on his knees so he was right at eye level with the Wood Elf.  "I don't know how to go about this but...." he cupped her face in his palm and blinked to clear his vision.  She didn't resist or turn away as he leaned forward and kissed her.  Then she did something that surprised him greatly; Treissae cupped her hands around his face and returned the kiss with interest. Then abruptly she backed away, giggling. "Huh? What?" Leeroy wanted to know. "Your mustache tickles!" she laughed.</p><p>     Back at the camp, Tabaar watched with approval.  His nephew seemed a little more confident now that Treissae had recognized and accepted him.  Now to get him retrained to live and work in either Qeynos or Kelethin.  But first they had to set up sleeping areas for the night; the boat wouldn't be back till morning.  The sleeping furs were arranged around the campfire and Tabaar would take first watch.</p><p>    Everyone was tired and hungry, so the Gnome woman doled out the trail food and some fresh water from melted glacier ice.  After that was gone, Tabaar announced the watch. "As ye all know, I will take first watch. Trethor here," he indicated the Human male, "will take second. After that, it is yer turn, Redclaw." The Kerra nodded.  "Then Leeroy will take last watch."</p><p>     Leeroy climbed into his furs and watched to make sure Treissae was well burrowed into hers.  But just as he began to drift off, he caught a movement. "What's wrong, Treissae?" "I'm f-f-freezing..." He got up and moved his furs over beside hers.  "I will help keep ye warm. This is no place to get hypothermia," he cautioned. "Once I lie down, scoot back against me."  He did so, and she eased back till she felt warmth. "Better?" he asked after a minute. "Yes, thank you." Being so close to her was distracting but he was so tired he still managed to drift off.   </p><p>     He awoke in a swirl of chaos and confusion; there were cries and yips and growls and screams. Leeroy scrambled to his feet and grabbed his hammer, trying to see the source of the noise. He shouted and ran forward as wolves attacked the group.  There was no time to think, only act on the situation.  With a primal scream of defiance he planted himself among the wolves and swung his hammer. Blood, both his and the wolves', pooled at his feet. He looked to see Trethor grabbing his sword, and Tabaar fending off the pack leader as the shaman's spells took effect.</p><p>     Leeroy felt dizzy and weak from the multiple wounds but there were 4 dead wolves around him now, leaving only the pack leader attacking Tabaar and 2 more wolves menacing him.  Trethor raced in and got their attention as Leeroy whirled around to check for skulking opportunists.  Sure enough, one was after.... "Treissae! Watch out!" Just then an arrow from the Kerra's bow caught the wolf in the flank, slowing it down. This was all the chance Leeroy needed to run up and brain it.</p><p>     The last of the wolves dropped to Trethor's sword.  "Are we missing anyone? Look around," the guardian instructed. Everyone was accounted for. Leeroy sat down beside Treissae to check her for wounds. "Is anyone injured?" he asked. "Besides me, I mean." He tried to stand up but gravity had increased. Also the world was shrinking and getting dark around the edges....</p><p>     "All right, he's coming around," said a voice.  "Leeroy, can ye hear me?"  A blurry image resolved itself into the shaman as the young Barbarian squinted. "Aye," he croaked.  There was a sigh of relief behind him.  "Yes, Treissae, ye can come over." She appeared in his field of view, concerned and anxious.  "Wha happen?" he managed to say.  "Ye lost a lot of blood so ye lost consciousness. Had to get ye stabilized." Tabaar held up a hand. "Don't try to get up yet." "The ground's moving," Leeroy observed. "No, that's not the ground, that's the deck. Ye've been out for over a day. We're on board ship."</p><p>      He struggled up onto one elbow. "A day?" "Aye, and it were a near thing. Ye were bleeding from about 2 dozen places and it took me time to find them all.  Ye seem to have all the luck, nephew.  A little more blood loss and ye would have starved yer brain of oxygen and died despite all my work.  As it is ye need to rest up the remainder of the voyage to Butcherblock. Ye'll need yer strength for the overland trip.</p>

[StormQueen]

<p>     Treissae had been sleeping soundly when the wolf attack began.  She at first thought she was dreaming until she saw Leeroy fighting and yelling and cursing as he ran back and forth through the camp with the wolves in hot pursuit. He wasn't properly equipped and was taking some terrible slashing bites as he attacked like a madman.</p><p>     At his warning shout she had turned to see one of the pack homing in on her just as an arrow hit it and the Inquisitor ran up to finish it off. Then he turned to see if she was hurt, which was when she saw the extent of his injuries. To her horror, he collapsed at her feet. Her shriek of dismay brought Tabaar running, and the Elder Mystic took charge of the situation. She had never felt so helpless, and later when the danger was past she asked Tabaar what she could do.</p><p>     "Always be there for him, child. He is a very lonely man and I daresay a bit confused about who he is.  If ye want to help in fighting, ye need to learn a skill.  Have ye ever considered becoming a mage?" She honestly had never given much thought to spellcasting, but that was an idea. Treissae filed the thought away for later. Right now she just wanted Leeroy to recover.</p><p>     A groan interrupted Tabaar as he was about to comment further. They both turned to see the young Barbarian awakening, and the shaman moved to the bedside to tend his patient.  Treissae was very relieved to hear Leeroy respond to Tabaar's prompting, and she let out an audible sigh. "Here, help him hold this," the Mystic instructed her as he held out a mug of broth. "Leeroy, ye need to drink this. Let me know if ye want more." Tabaar supported his back to help him sit up as the Wood Elf held the mug.</p><p>     "I was so thirsty," Leeroy commented. "That's to be expected," the older Barbarian replied. "Ye were dehydrated from blood loss. But now ye should be all right. I will have some food prepared later; ye need to eat also." Tabaar laid a hand on Leeroy's shoulder. "This isn't easy for me to say, but... I am so glad ye survived, son of my sister. This has been beyond imagining for me; I gave up all hope of finding any of ye alive long ago. And to come so close to losing ye again..." Tabaar broke off and abruptly ducked out the door of the cabin.</p><p>      Treissae sat there, taking in the sight of the young Northman. He did indeed look rough after what he had gone through, but to her he was a welcome sight.  "I'm so happy you're all right," she told him. He smiled faintly and took another drink from the mug. "I suppose ye think I was an idiot  to endanger myself like that, and not treat my own wounds more quickly. But I didnt even feel them until after that one wolf tried to attack ye." Treissae shook her head. "Leeroy, not only do I <i>not </i>think you're an idiot, but I am grateful and am sure we all are for your quick action. Thank you for protecting us."</p>

[StormQueen]

<p>     A commotion arose out on deck; down in the cabin, Leeroy and Treissae strained to hear what was being said. Definitely Tabaar was furious with someone; his voice arose above the ruckus and everything else abruptly quieted. "Ye heard me," was clearly audible. "Ye have to face him with this and now!"  A clattering of boots announced the Mystic's swift and angry stride as he dragged someone by one arm and shoved that person through the cabin doorway before him.</p><p>     Leeroy looked at the human guardian in surprise. The man was shamefaced and would not meet his gaze. Behind him, the older Barbarian seethed with fury as he blocked the doorway. "Tell him," the shaman grated. "Tell him, Trethor."  Trethor at last looked Leeroy in the eye and immediately ducked his head, gulping in fear as he did so. "I....I have something to tell you.  At the camp when the wolves attacked...I was on watch and I guess I fell asleep...I didn't sound a warning and they nearly killed you."  The guardian dropped to his knees. "I have no excuses, nothing to offer but my sincerest apology. I am at your mercy."</p><p>     The Inquisitor stared at the human. <i>Now what</i>, he wondered. Should he be enraged? After all, here he was lying in a bed recovering from severe wounding, having barely survived.  In his mind he replayed what he had seen at the camp during the attack.  Yes, Trethor hadn't even joined the fight for quite a few seconds; the wolves had all been attacking Leeroy before the guardian grabbed his sword and ran into the fray. <i>Am I supposed to punish him in some way? </i></p><p><i>     </i>"This wretch is at yer disposal," Tabaar intoned, pointing to the hapless guardian.  "As an in-Clan relative of yers, if ye had died I would have killed him myself. As it is, he is to be punished by the injured party, that being yerself.  I will leave him here with ye in private. Just call out when ye decide his fate." The Elder Mystic motioned to Treissae. "Come on out, young lady; Leeroy has to do this alone."  The cabin emptied of everyone but the miserable human and the nonplused Barbarian.</p><p>      "How long have ye been in the Qeynos Guard," Leeroy asked. "About 15 years now; before that I was a guard in Thundermist Village." "So ye aren't new at this and know better than to sleep on watch." "Yes, I have no excuse or reason for endangering the lives of those entrusted to my care."  The Inquisitor carefully turned on  the bed, swung his feet to the floor and stood, swaying slightly and ducking the low ceiling.  "Such a lapse cannot go unpunished," he said in measured tones.  "Go out and find Tabaar and wait five minutes before ye come back in this cabin."</p><p>       When the others returned to Leeroy's room, they were surprised to find him in full plate armor with the unmistakeable peaked helmet which was the signature of the Inquisitor.  He was sitting on the side of the bed; he couldn't have stood upright in that room without brushing the ceiling.   "All right.  Ye have heard that this guardian here is accused of and confesses to sleeping on watch, endangering the lives of others in the dereliction of his duty. Trethor, step forward." The human guardian did so and stood at attention, his face bloodless with tension. "Does any of ye have anything to add?" No one said a word. "Then it is settled. Finding the defendant guilty, I sentence him to death."</p>

[StormQueen]

<p>    There was a collective gasp of shock from the group.  "How could you!" Treissae cried out.  Redclaw shouted, "What kind of backsta..." "SILENCE!" Leeroy roared, smashing down his war hammer on the floor beside him. "I haven't finished what I had to say. A sentence of death...commuted. As was mine. As were so many along the way. Today is the day to taste mercy. I want ye all to listen to what I have to tell ye." He moved over and motioned Trethor forward. "Ye start with a clean slate. Make the most of it." The Inquisitor sat back and smiled. "Sit down beside me, Treissae. All gather round to hear my tale."</p><p>     "After I left Neriak I was still filled with rage and humiliation over what had been done to me. I used their sea gate to nektulos forest dock and went to wander in the place called Timorous Deep.  While I was there I talked to the prophet of the Tribunal and the prophet of Karana. I had really needed some insights into my own behavior and how it impacted others and myself.  From Justice I learned how we all are guilty of something and must realize that or cause misery to all.  I had never learned much about Karana but was eager to find out what the Stormfather teaches. So I talked to the prophet, an old human man named Askr, and he told me much..."</p><p>    Leeroy had not been surprised to hear that Karana was the deity of the weather and open lands. What did surprise him was how he felt once he heard the words. Some sort of...well, powerful force seemed to course through his body and caused him to see what was real, and what was only wishful thinking.  Then Askr requested a favor: he wanted the Barbarian to help him project himself across distances to combat the creeping evil that was Bertoxxulous the Disease Bringer, and its minions. Leeroy readily agreed.  He went from place to place and found items that would help resonate a portal, and brought them back to the prophet.  </p><p>     When at last all the work was done, Askr had the Inquisitor travel to the prearranged site in the Fens of Nathsar, and set up the receiving end of the portal.  It seemed to be in working order, and soon it flashed and crackled as it activated. Askr popped through and began casting spells; sure enough, Bertoxxulous appeared to combat the human.  A terrible fight broke out, with Leeroy trying his best to keep the prophet alive and the minions subdued as Askr took on mortal combat with the evil demigod.   To Leeroy's despair, Bertoxxulous smote Askr with disease until he succumbed and fell dead there beside the Barbarian.</p><p>     "Now it's your turn," rasped the hideous apparition. "I believe not," thundered a hooded figure from behind Bertoxxulous.  And thunder it was, and lightning, as Karana attacked the surprised fiend. All the Inquisitor could do was watch in awe as the very air seemed to cleave in half and Bertoxxulous twisted and writhed in the storm.  Leeroy had a strange feeling he should put his hands over his ears.  Then came a huge clap of thunder and the Disease Bringer flattened out then vanished in a pinpoint of sullied light.</p><p>     The tempest disappeared as if it had never been.  Karana moved closer to the Barbarian and the fallen human. Leeroy abruptly dropped to the ground, groveling before the Stormfather. He had failed and gotten the prophet killed...now he waited in dread for whatever punishment was forthcoming. But he was raised to his feet instead... and then Karana said, "I don't leave my friends dead...mercy is the only way to bring about the saving of Norrath from darkness." With that, he flung out his arms and Askr was levitated from the ground and set on his feet, shaky but very much alive. "Go continue my work, Askr," commanded the robed figure. "As for you, Leeroy, did you learn any lesson here?" "Aye," the big man replied in almost a whisper. "Go then, and take this as my gift to you. It is only to be realized some time in the future, but it is a personalized bit of Foreboding, and when you need to use it you will." A small shard of multicolored opalescent stone appeared in the Barbarian's hands, and he clasped it to himself and knelt as Karana faded away.</p>

[StormQueen]

<p>     The Barbarian removed his helmet and indicated the stone set in front. "Here it is.  I replaced the original and it fit in the setting like it was made for it.  Some day it will do something for me, I don't know what.  But Karana did say Foreboding... and that is foreknowledge of some sort from what I can figure out." Tabaar nodded in agreement. "Aye, Leeroy, it is indeed. And it is a very perilous thing to have it in yer possession; ye must be strong of will and resist temptation to make use of it before the time is right."      </p><p>     Food was being served in the narrow room next to the galley. They all filed in, Leeroy leaning on Tabaar's shoulder for support, and sat down at the bench. It was just a basic stew but to the Inquisitor it smelled wonderful. Someone shoved him a bowlful and he ate rapidly.  Treissae watched in awe as 7 times the young Barbarian sent his bowl back for a refill.  At last he sighed and set down his spoon.  "I feel so much better," he murmured.  Leeroy then leaned back against the wall while the others finished their meal and talked of their destination.</p><p>    "All right, I am heading to bed," Redclaw remarked. "Aye, it will be a long day tomorrow; we should all get a good night's sleep," Tabaar added. The Gnome woman set down her bowl and gave Leeroy a long look as she slipped by. "He's asleep," she smirked. The Mystic turned to look. Sure enough, the Inquisitor was slumped against the wall, eyes closed and breathing slow and even. "Leeroy, wake up. Ye can't sleep here." "Huh? Wasn't asleep. Was resting eyes," the younger man mumbled. Tabaar grinned. "Sure, sure. Anyhow, have a good night's rest, everyone."</p><p>     They disembarked early the next morning at Butcherblock dock.   Leeroy did manage to walk unaided; he was fully outfitted in his plate armor, sans the helmet which was in his pack.  Treissae wondered aloud why he chose to wear the heavy armor. "If I don't wear it, someone has to carry it," the young Barbarian replied.  And it is heavy to wear but worse to carry."  Redclaw came back with some supplies and food for the trip. "Here, take these," he said, passing around travel rations and flasks of water.  The Kerra pointed to the ramp. "We have to go up that way, and there isn't much in the way of traveling comforts until we reach Kelethin."  Leeroy eyed the ramp and switchback trail. He didn't look forward to it.</p><p>     Sure enough, the climb was strenuous; the Inquisitor's stiff muscles protested as he forced himself to keep moving. Sweat dripped from his forehead as he grimly kept up with the party.  He began to lag behind slightly as time went on. Tabaar kept a pace for the rest of the group and didn't seem to notice. Treissae moved up beside the shaman and said in an undertone, "Leeroy is not keeping up, didn't you see?" "Yes child, I saw but ye have to realize that if I stop and wait for him it will only distress him further; his pride is at stake here." Treissae looked back at Leeroy; the big man was white-lipped with the effort but he was actually moving a bit faster now.  </p><p>     The trail was flattening out; the steep grade eased until it was only a gentle slope. A tower was visible as they rounded a bend; it was a griffon station. "There we are," Tabaar said. "We'll use the transport to get us there a lot faster. Let me see about getting us a good price on the use of their griffons."  Leeroy staggered up to the group and leaned against the tower, breathing hard.  "Here, give them this," he managed to say. He held out a small scroll to Tabaar, who was perplexed but took the offered document. "It's a signed affidavit; says that the holder is authorized to use the griffon transport along with anyone in his group." The older Barbarian unrolled the scroll and scanned it quickly. "Aye, and they send the bill to Lucan D'Lere." The Mystic climbed up to the platform and motioned them all to follow. "Transport for six to Greater Faydark," he requested and handed over the scroll.</p><p>     <i>This is certainly easier than the climb up from the dock</i>, Leeroy thought.<i>  </i>The land below slid by as the powerful bird lofted on thermals and beat its huge wings to gain altitude and speed.  He could even see the lost dwarf stronghold of Kaladim, now overrun with kobolds, gnolls, bugbears and the like.  Treissae was in front of him a little way on her own griffon, clearly enjoying the novelty of fast travel.  <i>I need to talk to her, and soon.  </i>Leeroy had found he couldn't stop thinking about the Wood Elf, not even for a moment. As if he wanted to.  But the timing had to be right....</p><p>     The griffons alighted at the Greater Faydark station and the party made its way down another switchback trail - <i>downhill at least,</i> thought Leeroy - to where a pathway lead into greenery.  "At last," remarked Trethor. "I haven't been here in a long time."  The warmth and moderate humidity gave a greenhouse atmosphere to the already lush appearance of this region and Leeroy didn't feel as fatigued as before.  Was there something invigorating about this place?  He shrugged and strode forward down the trail. Tabaar looked at Treissae but said nothing, then followed the Inquisitor. Treissae trotted to keep up. "I know where the nearest lift is," she offered. "It's over there, past that bend about 5 minutes' walk.  </p><p>     There was a small stairway leading to nothing. "Look up," Treissae said. "Ah, all right I see it now," Redclaw remarked. "It's on a pulley system."  An acorn-shaped enclosed lifting device was up against a platform high in the tree above them.  A few seconds went by and it slid down its pulley to come to rest there in front of them. Treissae and Trethor both got in the lift, and the others followed after a moment. "It'll start rising soon; it's on an automatic timer," the Wood Elf supplied.  The forest started to drop away around them.  Without any noise at all the acorn lift rose to its destination and settled into its niche in the platform.  Treissae hopped out and spun around. "Come on out, we've arrived in Kelethin."</p><p>     </p>

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<p>   "I want to go see my family but first we must announce our arrival to the Queen's Guard. They are in charge of security and protocol here; if you get lost they can help you find your way." The Wood Elf pointed toward two Fae stationed at a sky bridge.   "They watch for intruders. Fae are good allies to have here in the trees."  The party moved up the bridge and onto another platform, Treissae acting as tour guide. "All right, the next level up this way," she gestured, "is the complex which contains the Queen's residence. Do be careful and respectful."</p><p>    Leeroy looked around at the confusing multi-level tree city.  He had never been in such a place and from the residents' curious stares, not too many Barbarians came here.  One little Wood Elf boy came a few steps nearer before a woman that was apparently his mother called out sharply to him, calling him back to her.  The Inquisitor realized that he was feeling much more normal now; maybe this forest with its riot of growth was somehow conducive to health.  He followed the rest of the group up the final ramp and they all stopped in front of elite Queen's Guards. </p><p>     "Greetings to the Queen and her protectors," Tabaar bowed.  "May we ask yer hospitality?" "Of course," one of them said.  "You are all good upright citizens and I trust there will be no trouble." The Fae greeted each of them in turn, then dipped their swords and with a flourish and sweep of their wings, parted to let the travelers through.  "NO!" shouted the Gnome woman "Don't you see? That one there is a Freeport spy!" she cried out, frantically indicating Leeroy.  </p><p>     The Inquisitor was completely taken off-guard.  He backpedaled a few steps in surprise, which the guards took to be confirmation of the accusation against him.  They moved forward at surprising speed, swinging their swords above their heads as they attacked him. The others were in shock as Leeroy looked for a way out, but other guards were approaching from all the directions he could see.  "Ye don't understand," Leeroy tried to say, but a sword clanged off his armor as he backed away in desperation.</p><p>      "Stop, stop!" Tabaar cried out, but the guards would not be dissuaded, and if the group attacked them, there would be a terrible fight and loss of life.  "He's not... he wants to become a citizen here!" But the guards' blood was up, and they pressed the attack home. <i>Karana, what am I supposed to do? Is this a sign? A test? </i>Leeroy mentally beseeched his deity as he took more steps backward... and then there were no more steps to take as he hit the low railing in the backs of his knees and flipped over the side and fell with a cry of surprise toward the ground below.</p>

[StormQueen]

<p>   The Queen's Guards stopped and peered over the edge. Satisfied, they began returning to their posts.  Tabaar's icy shock turned to white-hot killing rage as he realized that the Gnome woman had betrayed his nephew. He ran at her with his spear, shouting battle oaths hundreds of generations old. She had nowhere to go as the Mystic hurled his weapon, pinning her to the side of a building.  He rushed forward with his dagger, stabbing the Gnome many times until the others pulled him off. "She's dead, Tabaar, stop fighting," Redclaw restrained him until Tabaar's rage abated. "It won't bring him back." Tabaar howled in frustration and incipient grief.</p><p>   Treissae had to her dawning horror realized what the Gnome woman was about to do, but she hadn't been able to do anything to stop her. She shrieked in panic as Leeroy was driven back, and when he fell she let out a bloodcurdling scream and ran for the nearest lift.  Nothing was fast enough to get her down to where the Barbarian had fallen, and it was a very long distance from the treetops to the ground.  Blinded by tears as she was, Treissae ran screaming his name.</p><p>     <i>Mmm? What is this?</i> he wondered. He floated in cool green water that supported him perfectly. <i>Need to get some air.</i> His lungs ached and yet he couldn't move. Involuntarily he drew in water... and pushed it back out, drawing in more to replace it.<i>  How strange, </i>some detached portion of himself observed.<i>  It is water but breathable... and now I am feeling stronger.</i>  Leeroy started swimming for the nearest embankment and crawled ashore there, turning over on his back in the mud to take stock of the situation. <i>The guards attacked me when that Gnome identified me.  </i>He wanted to be angry but was instead filled with a lassitude that relaxed his body and mind. <i>Am I hurt in any way? </i>He couldn't find any injury whatsoever... not even the ones from the wolf attack.  </p><p>     Tabaar flung Redclaw away from him and snarled.  The Queen's Guards regarded him impassively. "I will lodge a formal complaint about this!" the Mystic spat. He pelted toward the lift and got in, shaking with repressed emotions.  Trethor and the Kerra followed but said nothing.  At the bottom, they found Treissae had run ahead toward the base of the tree. "Let her find him," Trethor stated flatly.  "We will wait until she does; there's nothing we can do." Tabaar turned red-rimmed eyes toward him with an unfathomable look. "Clan rights state that I have disposition..." "We don't even know if he's dead or injured, yet," came the guardian's rejoinder.  "He fell over a hundred feet!" They had nothing to say to that, and wisely neither Redclaw nor Trethor did.</p><p>     The Wood Elf tripped over an exposed root and fell down a sloping gully of mud, and then she saw the Barbarian lying on the embankment, motionless.  "Leeroy! No, no, no...." She fell down beside him, sobbing. "I would do anything if it would bring you back," she said in a low, hopeless tone. "But now it's too late..."  He opened one eye. "Anything? Would ye marry me?" "LEEROY!" she cried, this time in astounded tones. "You lived? Oh thank the gods..." Treissae flung herself on the muddy armored form and sobbed anew.  "Are you hurt? Can you get up?"  He shook his head. "Just felt like I couldn't move for a while." He sat up, hugging Treissae to him. </p><p>     There was a motion above as the others came running to investigate. Tabaar was in the lead and he skidded to a stop on the mud, seeing his nephew sitting there with the Wood Elf cradled in his arms. "Hello, Uncle," Leeroy greeted him.  The Mystic sat down heavily, wheezing for breath. "I don't understand how ye lived but boy, ye lead a charmed life." "Oh, I fell in this deep pond here, and the water has healing properties I think." The Inquisitor looked around. "Where is that Gnome?" Tabaar's face was as hard as flint as he growled, "She's dead at my hand; Clan revenge rights. But ye live, and that is what matters."</p>

[StormQueen]

<p>     Treissae turned again to regard Leeroy.  He was muddy, soaked, and just about the most beautiful thing on Norrath, she was sure.  What had he said?  "Did you really ask me to..." "To marry me? Yes, I did."  She stared at him for a few seconds, which later Leeroy considered the longest few seconds of his life.  His eyes were anxious, almost pleading, dark with emotion. "I couldn't do anything less," she answered.  "I love you, Leeroy, and yes I will marry you."</p><p>    His face lit up with joy as he renewed his embrace of the Wood Elf.  Behind the happy couple,  Tabaar, Redclaw and Trethor exchanged glances.  "Ye will need a priest," the Mystic rumbled.  "Of course, I am qualified to perform weddings." "Yes, that would be perfect," Treissae answered. "All we need to do first is see my family. I know a way up that won't take us near the Queen's Guards."</p><p>     Leeroy looked ruefully at his disheveled appearance.  "I need to clean up a bit. My armor is filthy and I have mud in my ears."  He began shucking off the plate armor, setting it aside.  For propriety's sake he left on the ragged trousers he wore underneath, and waded out into the pond to scrub at his hair and beard.  "Trethor, would ye mind getting some of the mud off my gear?" "Not at all," the human replied, and set to work on the armor with a wet rag.  Tabaar handed Treissae a towel so she could remove the mud streaks on her face.  While she cleaned them she watched the Inquisitor with fascination.</p><p>     He had always taken pride in his body, tall and strong and muscular as it was.  Leeroy knew that Treissae saw him, and he did feel slightly embarrassed....and just a bit arrogant.  Oh how he loved her and wanted to get the marriage ceremony over with and... <i>better not go that route right now or ye </i>will <i>embarrass yerself, </i>he mentally chided himself.  With an effort he turned his thoughts to other things.</p><p>     When Leeroy was reasonably clean, dry, and outfitted in his armor, the group headed to a more distant lift and again approached Kelethin. They were very cautious about disembarking, and all kept weapons handy in case.  "This way," Treissae pointed. "We can go up this ramp and over down that one."  They followed the Wood Elf and soon found themselves among small round hut-like residences. "This is my family's neighborhood.  My parents live there, in that house."  Treissae walked up to its door and tapped out a code.  The door opened to reveal an Elven couple who smiled to see their daughter.  </p><p>      "Father, Mother, may I introduce my friends?  This is Redclaw, Ranger,  the human is Trethor, Qeynos Guard, this is Tabaar the Elder Mystic of Graystone Yard,  and this is Leeroy, Tabaar's nephew." The older couple nodded and greeted their visitors. "I need to talk to the Greatmother, is she available?" "Yes daughter, she is in her house."  Treissae excused herself and left. "We are Fanada and Melquon," the Wood Elf man said, indicating his wife and himself. "Friends of our daughter are welcome here. May we offer refreshment?" "Something to drink, please," replied Tabaar.  Fanada bustled to the kitchen and reappeared with a pitcher of fruit juice and several glasses.</p><p>     Treissae knocked on the old woman's door. She would consult the family elder for any important decision; this was the way Elven society worked. The door creaked open to reveal a seamed, lined face surmounted by a halo of white hair. "Come in, child, come in," the Greatmother indicated.  "What can I do for you?" "Honored Elder, I wish to marry." "Indeed? Who is the lucky man?"  "He is named Leeroy and came a great distance to see us."  "What family is he from?" "He's the nephew of the Elder Mystic of Graystone Yard."  The old woman digested this a moment and blinked.  "You mean to tell me you're in love with a Barbarian?"</p><p>      She turned pale and swallowed twice before replying. "Yes, Greatmother. I beg your indulgence on this matter." "I have no problem with it, but your parents will. But I think I know how to ease the shock.  Is everyone at their home?" "Yes, they are there now." The old woman walked slowly to the door. "I shall pay them a visit, and counsel you. Come now, I would like to meet your intended."</p><p>      </p>

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<p>     "And what brings you travelers all the way to fair Kelethin?" Treissae's father asked.  "It's a long story, but I will tell ye the gist of it," answered the shaman.  "Several of us had bought passage to Everfrost and we decided to travel together.  We met my nephew there and since Treissae wanted to come here next, it was decided that we would accompany her, as it is a perilous journey."  Trethor and Redclaw looked at each other, then the Kerra shrugged.  Tabaar had his reasons for being so vague, obviously.</p><p>     A tapping at the door announced Treissae's return, and the arrival of the Greatmother.  "Come in, come in," urged their host. "Travelers, this is Greatmother Saranaea of the Enothie family of the Feir'Dal." Everyone stood, and Tabaar bowed deeply, saying in halting Feir'Dal, "We greet the elder lady of the family."  Saranaea curtsied and replied in Halasian, "And I greet the Kol-Hurn and their friends."</p><p>     Tabaar and Leeroy gaped at the aged Wood Elf. "How do ye know our name for ourselves?" burst out the younger Northman.  Tabaar froze him with a glare.  Abashed, Leeroy mumbled his apologies. "No, no, it's quite all right," the Greatmother went on in the Common tongue.  "Young man, come a little closer."  Leeroy did so and dropped to one knee. "Yes....Treissae, you know that chest at the foot of my bed? There is a box inside it, tied with white ribbon. Would you run and get it?" Turning back to regard the others, she nodded as introductions were made. "I have some things to tell you when she returns.</p><p>     Treissae was soon back and handed Saranaea the box.  "I haven't opened this in over a century," mused the Greatmother.  "It contains a diary and a few effects left me by my godmother.  I have often wondered if I were ever to reveal this to anyone, but I see that now it is time."  Taking a proffered chair, Saranaea scanned the guests. "This is a long story but will be well worth the telling and the hearing." She sipped at a tall glass of fruit juice and took a deep breath.</p><p>     "This tale is not about me, although it may seem so at first.  You may notice my name means "gift" in the Feir'Dal tongue.  Most folks believe it is because my parents spent many years trying to have a child. But that is not why my name is Saranaea.  I was born sickly and weak, and given only a short time to live.  My father Ioemir, a warrior of Faydark, was helpless to stop the insidious decline of his only child.  He asked my godmother Aelwyl, a powerful druid, for assistance. She was unable to stem my decline, and so she called in some favors.  A High Elven cleric and his sister tried but only could slightly delay the inevitable.</p><p>     "In desperation Aelwyl broke Tunare's command about not Porting outside of Faydark and went to see a former friend in Halas. He was a veteran shaman named Heldorm, and after much persuasion he agreed to try his hand at a cure. His skill with herbs and healing mixtures was already legendary among his own folk. </p><p>     "Aelwyl Ported them back to Kelethin, where most residents had never seen a man of the North.  My father abased himself before the shaman, which embarrassed Heldorm terribly.  The shaman examined the child, told of a life elixir he was working on, and asked to return to Halas for his stock of herbs.  But Aelwyl had been forbidden by Tunare to use Porting for the time being as punishment for breaking the rules. So I was left in my mother's care while the others left on a long journey...."</p><p>     Saranaea told of travel and peril, new companions and flames rekindled, of war and battle, and of her father's shameful secret.  She spoke of Aelwyl and Heldorm's renewed bond, their near-drowning in the sea, and the perils that still stood between them and their objective.</p><p>     "Little did anyone know that my weakness was like a lighthouse bonfire to a Dark Elf  who wished to use my ebbing life force to open up a permanent portal between Norrath and the Void.  My mother was murdered and I was abducted to be the final victim in a long line of victims to the Teir'Dal mage's plan.  My father, Aelwyl, and Heldorm attempted a rescue but were instead captured and made to watch while I was hooked up to the infernal device.  Ioemir fought like a madman to get to me, and the Dark Elf obliged him mockingly, releasing him and throwing his sword to him.  When my father rushed him, the Teir'Dal simply cut him down.  </p><p>     "Aelwyl told me later that Heldorm flew into a frenzy that made my father's look tame, and that he called upon the Tribunal for assistance.  They must have heard their Shaman of Justice, because he gained the strength of a demigod, burst his bonds, and wielded the war hammer Invictus to great effect.  With it he did defeat and kill the Dark Elf.</p><p>     "He released Aelwyl and they mourned for Ioemir and prepared to carry me back to Kelethin to die also.  But then Heldorm saw my father's blood mingling with that of the Dark Elf and found that it had a blue glow.  Once ages ago, all Elves were one people, and somehow this blood was exactly what was needed. The shaman put some in a vial and solemnly carried Ioemir's body while Aelwyl carried me.  </p><p>     "My godmother's prayers to Tunare were answered; she was allowed to Port them back to Kelethin.  She ran to find the High Elven clerics while Heldorm made his potion for me.  I was very weak, and in my final hours by this time if untreated.  But the shaman dripped the concoction on my lips drop by drop until I ingested enough to start to respond to treatment.</p><p>     "Meanwhile the High Elf siblings managed to perform a miracle. My father, three hours dead, was successfully resurrected. This had not been done in centuries, if not millennia.  Aelwyl filled him in on all that had happened and he listened, amazed that anyone would so care and have such determination that they would bring him back from the dead.  </p><p>      "And then he cried out for me his daughter, fearing the worst.  The others tried to reassure him to give Heldorm a bit of time to finish his work. Ioemir grew frantic then the huge Northman walked in the room carrying me, healthy and cooing and giggling like any infant. My father pronounced my name 'Saranaea' as he said I was a gift, and that he could never repay Heldorm for what he had done. Heldorm had simply laughed and said that his gratitude was more than enough pay for him."</p><p>     </p>

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<p>     The Greatmother paused a few moments to take a drink then continued, "I grew up into a young woman and one day my father has a visitor. It was the druid, my godmother, who had not visited since I was a tiny baby.  She wished to tell me the origin of my name, and did, in the story I have just told you.  I asked after Heldorm, and I suppose I shouldn't have been surprised to hear that by that time he had been dead for a very long time, it having been 500 years since my birth.   </p><p>     "But my godmother told me later that my question led her to find a passage in that very diary in that box there which Heldorm had left for her to find centuries before.  She said that as a Shaman of Justice his timing had always been perfect, and that it still was, and that he was watching over her still."</p><p>     Saranaea stood up and perused everyone's reactions. She had everyone's full attention, and some of them were trying to swallow past a lump in their throats.  "But know this, I didn't tell this story only to speak of a love match like few others, or to say how grateful my family was for my life.  I wanted all to know that some do know that the people of the North are not "Barbarians" as we so often have thoughtlessly said.  Treissae, I believe you have something to tell your parents."</p><p>     The young Wood Elf walked over to stand by Leeroy, who remained seated.  She put her hands on his shoulders and said, "This is the one I choose for the binding."  Her mother blanched and looked quickly at Melquon, who seemed ready to object. He walked over to the young Northman and  stared at him for quite a few seconds.  Leeroy returned his gaze calmly.  "What do you do for a living?" the Feir'Dal man wanted to know.  "You can't be a shaman, dressed in all that plate armor." "No, I am not.  But I am a priest, a cleric to be exact." "A cleric? I'm sure you didn't train here in Kelethin. You probably were born in Qeynos." Leeroy nodded in agreement.  "What did the Temple of Life teach you about our slightly differing practices here? Do they use the same spell runes for Sanctuary?"  Leeroy blinked and flushed slightly, wondering what he should say.  Luckily, Tabaar saw his difficulty and came to  his rescue. "Melquon, can I speak to ye in private?"</p><p>     The sounds of an intense argument arose in the adjoining room. It went on for quite a while, at the end of which the shaman and the Wood Elf man re-entered the sitting room. "We have come to an agreement," said Melquon.  "The Greatmother shall judge." Tabaar turned to Leeroy.  "He was trained in Freeport. Yes he is a cleric, an Inquisitor."  The young Halasian nodded in assent.  Treissae's parents backed away and turned to their daughter in accusation. "So you no sooner lose one of them that you go running back to find another Freeporter Barbarian?" her father demanded. Treissae was aghast at her father's vehemence but replied in an even tone, "No, father, he didn't die after all. This is the man who rescued me from the prison and set me free to come back to Faydwer."</p><p>     Her mother wrung her hands. "What if he really works for the Overlord?" Fanada wanted to know.  "Mother, they would have killed him for letting me go, but for that last-ditch port spell I found in that arcane book that Grandmother gave me."  Her father broke in, "A likely story; more likely that Freeport forces are on their way now that this one has given the signal..." "Silence, Melquon, I will be the judge of this," snapped the Greatmother. She wove a complex spell in the air and with a muttered chant cast it on the unsuspecting Inquisitor. "There. He can hide nothing from me. I worked as an Enchanter for many years, and the skills have stood me well."</p><p>     Saranaea motioned to Leeroy. "Come over to me." He did so. "Stand here and face the others." The young Halasian shifted his position and stared off into space with unfocused eyes.  The Greatmother began questioning him. "Your name is Leeroy." "Yes." "Tabaar is your uncle." "Yes." "You are from Freeport and are an Inquisitor." "Yes." "You were sent here to spy upon Kelethin." "No." </p><p>     She questioned the young man a bit further for appearance's sake but was already satisfied as to the truth of the matter. She broke the spell chain and was startled to hear Leeroy chuckle, "Aw, ye had me charmed, didn't ye?" "Yes, I did," replied the Greatmother. "Thought so. I don't blame ye either."  "He cannot be any more or less than what he claims. None but an Inquisitor can see through charm like that. He might have broken the spell if he so desired." "Nay, I couldn't do that; my will wasn't my own. But I was detached and observant." Saranaea was satisfied with the answers and called to the young Wood Elf.</p><p>    "Treissae, bring me that flat hinged object in the box, please." The young woman did so and handed it to Saranaea.  The Greatmother opened it and nodded to herself. "I have here a miniature painting, commissioned by my godmother back when Heldorm was still alive. Come see." Everyone gathered around to see the ancient artifact. It was Tabaar who saw first. He gasped in shock and grabbed Leeroy by one elbow. "It's... it's yer double, boy," he rasped. It wasn't of course a perfect mirror image or anything like that, but the resemblance between the young Inquisitor and the long-dead Shaman of Justice was startling.  </p><p>     "This is a sign.  You are an echo of the long-ago hero, Leeroy.  What this means I cannot say, but I do have one more story to tell that will explain my opinion on all this,"  the Greatmother pronounced.</p>

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<p>     "You are all familiar with accounts of the War of the Fay, I presume? My husband was away on a visit to Qeynos so I went to stay with my father, who was by then quite old and really needed some assistance.  He complained of joint aches, which slowed him and forced the proud Ioemir to use a cane to walk.  I set out one day into the forest to search for certain plants which would help ease the worst of the discomfort.  I was on that slope overlooking western Kelethin, very near Butcherblock Pass, when I saw something that froze my blood. </p><p>     "There were quick fluttering movements under trees that didn't match up to anything the local residents would be doing.  My sixth sense warned me, 'invaders' and I ran down the slope and scrambled up into a tree, scraping myself on branches as I fought to reach a platform so I could alert the guards.  When I got there I breathlessly tried to tell and pointed back in that direction.  All the guards could see was an assortment of  Feir'Dal, Fae, and Koada'Dal.  "They aren't real!" I told them. Just then one of the false Wood Elves stumbled over an exposed tree root and hit the ground hard, losing his illusion momentarily. It was a Dark Elf, a Teir'Dal, just as I had suspected.</p><p>     "I wish I could say we easily repulsed the attack. But we barely survived as a city, and as a people.  The invaders had nearly annihilated the Dwarves who were unfortunate enough to not be deep within Kaladim, and now the assault force burned our city to the ground around us and decimated our numbers, killing our king in the process.  The cost in lives was so great.... my father was badly wounded in the fighting; as a warrior of Faydark he had taken up arms, old as he was.  The healers told me soon after the battle was over that he wasn't long for this world; Aelwyl and I hurried to his bedside.</p><p>     "He told us in a trembling voice that the first two people he wanted to see in the afterlife were my mother... and Heldorm.  'And you know why I look forward to meeting the shaman? To thank him again, Saranaea. If he hadn't saved you all those years ago, you wouldn't have been alive to save us. By the grace of Tunare and by the judgement of Heldorm's Tribunal, the Feir'Dal still exist....'  his voice trailed off and his eyes closed and he was gone.</p><p>     "We Feir'Dal owe the Kol-Hurn an honor debt that can never be fully repaid. But as Greatmother for my family, I think I can do something to help.  As my father remorsefully admitted his wrongdoing  in slaughtering  Half-Elves and was forgiven, I can say that if you are sorry for your past actions, Leeroy, we will forgive."</p><p>     The young Northman knelt in front of the assembled group. "I have no excuse for the things I have done in the past, the lives I have ruined.  I could point to Lucan, or blame the Dark Elves who enslaved me, body and mind. But those circumstances didn't make any difference to my victims, and ultimately I will face the Tribunal and answer for myself.  Here and now, in the presence of any whom I have caused pain and distress, I beg yer forgiveness."  </p><p>     Surprisingly, it was Melquon who spoke first. "I have misjudged this young man. Leeroy, not only are you forgiven, but I shall be proud to call you 'son'." Fanada gasped in surprise. "Yes, yes," she said, trying not to sniffle.  Saranaea smiled and motioned Leeroy to stand. "Treissae, over here too." The young Feir'Dal woman moved closer. "Does anyone have any reservations about the proposed binding?" queried the Greatmother. "Actually, I have one," answered Fanada, "It's really awkward but... unless by accident or will of Tunare, my daughter will outlive Leeroy by centuries." Treissae answered, "It's worth it to me. What if I never met another like him?" </p><p>      Saranaea held up a hand. "  I will tell you what my godmother said to me shortly before she died. I asked her, 'Aelwyl, have you ever regretted marrying Heldorm? You've been alone so long.'  She understood and didn't take offense.  She replied, 'I counted myself lucky to have him. I would have considered it worth it if he had only lived a day. I only regret the twenty years we spent apart over a stupid argument. And remember, once we are reunited, it is for eternity.'  The very day she died, Aelwyl had me read the diary and the promise that Heldorm had written there. And keep his promise he did according to Aelwyl; her last words were, 'see him waiting for me? Heldorm...'</p><p>     "Now the time has come for another to behold the promise.  Leeroy, open this diary to the last red mark."  Saranaea handed him a gold-clasped, faded book of obviously great age.  He found the mark, carefully parted the brittle pages and began to read the faded writing. After a few moments he held the diary out a bit farther as not to get it wet from the tears running down his cheeks.  He then handed the book back to the Greatmother, staggered a few steps away, and sat down on the floor, his face in his hands.</p><p>     "What did ye have him read?" asked Tabaar.  "I showed him Heldorm's own writing  to Aelwyl, where he promised to watch over her from the afterlife.  It seems to have had a very strong effect on your nephew." "Aye, it did," answered the Inquisitor, looking up.  "I can only hope to be half the husband that Heldorm must have been."</p><p>     </p><p>   </p>

[StormQueen]

<p>   "I believe we are ready," commented the Greatmother a few minutes later.  "Feir'Dal custom simply has the young couple recite their vows in front of at least two witnesses who are not parents of either party." "Why is that?" asked the human guardian.  "It is a safeguard so no one can be forced into an arranged marriage against their will. Now, in deference to our Halasian groom's custom, he may name a priest to officiate," Saranaea answered.  Leeroy looked up from where he was seated.  "Uncle Tabaar, will ye do the honors?" The Elder Mystic laughed and replied, Of course, I'd be delighted!"   "Is there anywhere I could change out of this armor?" Leeroy asked Melquon.  "Yes, right this way" The Inquisitor picked up his pack and followed the Wood Elf host from the room.</p><p>    "Daughter, let's get you all fixed up," Fanada coaxed.  Treissae glanced at the others. "I'll be back soon." "I still have that dress you wore for your cousin's wedding..." Fanada's voice trailed off as she and her daughter exited the sitting room.  "Now, Tabaar, do you need to prepare?" the Greatmother asked. "Nay, just need to put on my bear hat and grab my ceremonial spear.  Where did I put it... ah, here we go. How's that?"  </p><p>    The shaman stood tall and tapped the base of his spear on the floor, the bear head just missing the ceiling as he drew himself up to his considerable height.  "Very impressive, Elder," Redclaw remarked.  "All you need is real teeth and claws to be a real shaman," he teased.  "Aye and fur, too, right?" came Tabaar's rejoinder.  As old friends, the Northman and the Kerra basked in each other's company.</p><p>     Leeroy returned to the room first, dressed in clothing that no one had seen him wearing before. It was a red, dark green and silver outfit of the most striking cut and pattern.  It had a neck clasp, cummerbund, tail and sash, and drop sleeves that left his shoulders bare.  Crocodile hide boots with silver studs completed the look.  Redclaw nudged Tabaar. "See your nephew?" "By my ancestors, he's spectacular!" laughed the shaman.  </p><p>    Then Treissae glided in wearing a cream-colored v-necked mid-calf length dress.  Leeroy saw and caught his breath.  It was so simple but on her... "Ye look so nice, love." She turned to behold the young Northman and her eyes grew wide. "Oh, my."  He stepped up to her and dropped to one knee to embrace her. "I am ready for this. Are ye also?"</p><p>    They turned to the expectant assembly and waited.  "Who are the witnesses?" Mequon asked. "The Greatmother and Trethor shall serve," answered Tabaar.  "Who will record and officiate?" the Wood Elf host went on.  "I will," the shaman replied.  "Leeroy, Treissae, speak yer vows now in this assemblage as we celebrate the rite of marriage." </p><p>    Leeroy turned to Treissae. "I will love, protect and cherish ye.  While I live no harm will come to ye that I can prevent by any means.  When death takes me from ye, I will watch over ye, striving to keep ye safe until ye are reunited with me."</p><p>     Treissae smiled through blurry vision.  "And I will love, cherish, and stand by you.  I will be there for you through thick and thin, and I will not forsake you when you grow old."</p><p>     The Elder Mystic waited a few moments then announced, "Vows are heard and witnessed. By the power vested in me, this son of clan Hammersmite and this daughter of family Enothie are now husband and wife.</p><p>     "Ye may kiss the bride." </p>

[Jakimo]

<span style="font-size: x-small;font-family: tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">I have just caught up with this story, and have enjoyed it very much indeed.  Well done, and thanks.  You have snared a faithful reader.</span>

[StormQueen]

<p>      A nice custom of the Feir'Dal was to have a special house in reserve for newly-married couples.  For a people who lived in rather small residences, having a place for the newlyweds to go as a private retreat was a welcome change. No one would disturb them for a couple of days; they would be busy with the post-wedding bash anyhow.</p><p>     "Here we are," Treissae indicated the residence.  "Our time is our own for three full days and nights."  They walked inside and set down their belongings and sat down on the sofa.  "I can still hardly believe ye agreed to marry me," Leeroy said softly.  He ducked his head and kissed her cheek, then he encircled her with his arms.  Treissae carefully reached up and touched his face. Leeroy returned the gesture, running his thumb gently across her lips.  Her eyes half-closed and he found he was breathing faster.  </p><p>     Leeroy's mind was whirling. Never had he been so excited.  And she loved him... all he wanted to do was please her. Nothing else mattered, not even his own ardor.  With great effort he drew back and gazed at her tenderly.  "I love ye, Treissae," he murmured, and kissed her passionately.  She matched him for enthusiasm, and his arms tightened around her, causing her to squeak in surprise. "Did I hurt ye?" Leeroy asked, concerned. "No, you just startled me." "I would never hurt ye deliberately; that is a solemn promise on my honor."</p><p>     They got up and walked into the next room and Leeroy sat down on the edge of the bed.  Treissae turned and pointed around her back. "Could you get these? I can't reach all the buttons."  He was only too happy to comply, carefully undoing the back of her dress.  Again he put his arms around her and hugged her tightly. The Wood Elf turned and laughingly undid the front of his shirt.  "Get more comfortable," she giggled.  He peeled it off and set it aside on the table, all the while staring at her as the dress slid down to her waist.</p><p>     Treissae could not stop looking at Leeroy, either.  His eyes were dark with interest as he held out his arms to her. As soon as she got close enough he closed the gap then fell back onto his back, still embracing her.  She could hear the rapid thudding of his heart as he turned on his side to regard her. "Ye know how beautiful ye are?" She didn't answer but instead divested herself of the cloth around her waist. His jaw dropped. "Ye know I'm about to lose control here." His bride didn't answer but gestured in such a way he couldn't mistake her intention.</p><p>     It was her turn to watch in fascination as her husband finished undressing. He then did a surprising thing; he lay back down on the bed on his back and waited to see what she would do. "Whatever ye want of me, I am yers, Treissae," he murmured.  "Whatever I can do to please ye, I will." She lay down next to him and ran her fingers along his jawline. "I want you, husband of mine. Love me." He was overjoyed to do so, and soon neither of them even was aware of anything but each other.  And then, for a long time that never was long enough, all speech left them.</p>

[StormQueen]

<p>     An insistent knock at the door interrupted the wedding reception; Fanada padded out of the dining room to see who it was.  A few moments later she was back.  "Tabaar, someone's here to see you." He gave a puzzled frown but went to see.  To his utter consternation it was one of the Queen's Guard.<i>   Fae...buzzing insects, </i>the shaman thought sourly.  "And what do ye want with me?"  "Come with me, we've got some issues to discuss," the tiny creature ordered.  Tabaar shrugged and followed.</p><p>     The Fae motioned the grizzled Northman into a small hut; Tabaar had to duck carefully through the doorway. Inside was a small table and a bench that would have to do to support him.  He eased himself onto it and placed his elbows on the table.  "All right, what is this about?" "I think you know, Elder Mystic.  First though, I want to clear up some misconceptions. Ever since I was a budling, all I wanted to do was become a warrior.  Nothing else mattered." The guard fluttered closer and stared up at Tabaar with faceted eyes.  "Your people and mine have a lot more in common than you might think - don't shake your head like that; it's true.</p><p>     "A Fae, wanting to fight. Imagine the teasing, the ridicule.  'Become a mage, don't be a fool.' 'Fae are too weak to guard anything.'  Despite this, I volunteered for training and although I had a lot to overcome, size and mass being two of them, I did prevail upon my instructors to give me a passing mark. I worked very hard for this position, and dealt with the whispers and obstacles placed in my way.  Now imagine one of your kind wanting to become an arcanist, or researcher, in the foreign realms you must live in. What would other peoples say?"</p><p>     The shaman sat back and pensively stared at the ceiling. "Aye, we get called muscleheads, lugs, and of course barbarians.   But ye didn't bring me here to commiserate about shared experience."   The Fae man fluttered his wings and nodded. "We cleared up the mess and spread the word that the Gnome woman was a Freeport operative, and that we had regrettably killed her when she tried to escape custody." Tabaar jumped to his feet. "Why would ye cover up what happened?" "Oh, we realized what was going on... we are not as bubbleheaded as we seem.  Yes, we drove the other Northman back over the railing... but we knew what was below."</p><p>     Tabaar bristled. "Ye mean to tell me it was a set-up?" "We have very fast reflexes. Oh, the Gnome was serious, making that accusation. And I have a strong feeling that it wasn't baseless." The Fae hovered right in front of the Mystic. "Was it?"  Tabaar shook his head. "Nay, my nephew has lived in Freeport.  Not at his own will, I assure ye.  And he is no danger to ye of Kelethin. In fact, he has married one of the Feir'Dal. I am hoping ye understand my position here."</p><p>     "Yes, I do.  All I ask is that you let your nephew know what transpired here, and tell him to be sure that he never again approaches the Queen's Guard or the upper platforms." "But what if he becomes a Qeynosian citizen or even a citizen of Kelethin?" Tabaar wanted to know.  The Fae guard settled onto the table again. "If that were to happen....and I consider it unlikely...we would reconsider this. But until then, he is to confine himself to the lower parts of Kelethin when he visits." The Fae indicated the door. "You are free to go." The Northman started to duck through the door when the Fae called out. "One more thing," the winged man said.  "Tell your nephew 'Congratulations'."</p>

[Jakimo]

<span style="font-size: x-small;font-family: tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif;">Thanks for the new posts.  Very well, and tastefully, done.  I look forward to seeing where you take Leeroy next.</span>

[StormQueen]

<p>     Treissae awoke in the twilight and found herself perched precariously on the edge of the bed.  Leeroy was sprawled on his back across the rest of it, oblivious.  She propped herself up on one elbow and regarded the sleeping Northman.  He looked so peaceful; the worry lines were smoothed out and the wary look was gone.  Treissae carefully edged over against him and relaxed, allowing  herself to drift off again.</p><p>     <i>Where am I</i>, he wondered as he squinted up at the ceiling. Then memory returned as the momentary disorientation faded. Leeroy felt a weight on his left arm and turned his head to find the Wood Elf - <i>my wife, </i>Leeroy thought exultantly - nestled in the crook of his arm.  "Treissae," he murmured. "Mmm?" "I love ye now and forever." She gave him a sleepy smile. "I love you too, forever."  "I wish I could stay here like this," Leeroy noted, "But I need to get up, clean up and find something to eat."  </p><p>     Indeed there had been no food left for a day now.  Whoever had stocked the pantry hadn't counted on a Halasian's prodigious appetite.  Treissae had eaten an apple and set down the core, and Leeroy had picked it up.  She had assumed he meant to dispose of it in the trash.  No, he took that core and ate all of it except the seeds.  Now he reluctantly got up and found some fresh clothes, his razor kit and a towel, and headed into the bath.</p><p>     The tub was not really big enough for him but it would have to do. It was filled from a clever device that came from a rainbarrel on the roof, saving the trouble of hauling buckets.  He let in some water then carefully climbed in and sat down.  <i>Not too bad</i>, he decided.  Leeroy felt the stubble on his chin and picked up the razor, unwrapping it carefully along with the hand mirror. With the help of some soap he set to work.  </p><p>     When Treissae padded into the room a few minutes later, she found that he had drained and refilled the tub for her, and was just finishing toweling his hair.  "Ah, very nice of you," she said.  While she took her bath, he finished dressing. "Where can we get something to eat?" he wanted to know.  "Joleena's Restaurant is right down the way," she replied. "It's home cooking; great food. It's where newlyweds always go because it's so close." "Right now I'd settle for boiled horse," he laughed. "But that sounds perfect."</p><p>     "Table for two," Leeroy told the hostess. "Of course, this way," she replied and led the young couple to a rustic table and bench.  He gingerly sat down, but  it seemed the furniture was sturdily built and would not pose a problem.  "May I offer my congratulations to you both?" Their hostess gestured to a server, who hurried over with a bottle of wine and two glasses. She filled them as the hostess announced, "This is compliments of Tabaar."  Treissae and Leeroy looked at each other.  How thoughtful of the shaman! </p><p>     Leeroy hadn't needed a menu, not really: he just asked for them to bring out food and lots of it.   It was abundant, and very good, from salad and soup to roast chicken and gravy and more.  Treissae thought she ate a lot, but it paled in comparison to the empty dishes stacking up on Leeroy's side.  She must have stared a bit or shown some surprise because he abruptly stopped eating and flushed slightly. "Don't worry," he remarked, "I normally don't eat THIS much in one sitting. And I can afford it." But when they were finally done and sat back, full, the hostess presented their bill as Paid in Full. "Compliments of everyone at the wedding," she announced.</p><p>     "I suppose we'd better head over to my parents' house," Treissae said. Leeroy agreed; he wanted to talk to his uncle about some things he had considered during the last couple of days.  When they arrived, the door was flung open and they were ushered inside to find a rather tipsy gathering of revelers. "Hey there, kids," Tabaar addressed them as he walked over.  "Ye look lovely, my dear," he said, bowing to Treissae. "And how is my nephew enjoying married life?" he asked, eyes agleam.  "Uncle Tabaar, I've never been happier. Thank ye for everything ye've done for us. Ye gave me my life back, and my future."</p>

[StormQueen]

<p>     After a couple of days Leeroy and Treissae decided to do some traveling. "We would like to spend some time in Ro, maybe visit Maj'Dul, before we head toward Qeynos," the Inquisitor told the Elder Mystic.  "I will wish ye safe travels, nephew. I should be back in Qeynos in a couple of weeks myself; I left my adopted son and his wife in charge and I'm sure they will be happy for me to take over my duties again."</p><p>    Leeroy frowned. Adopted son? He knew from talking to Tabaar that his uncle had lost his wife in childbirth, and his son in the defense of Qeynos a few years back.  He expressed his confusion, and the older Northman nodded. "I have never told ye the details of losing my son, but suffice it to say his friend, a young human Mystic, helped me out greatly in that time of grief.  I went through the difficult process of out-race adoption; even so I felt that my expression of thanks was inadequate. </p><p>     "So when ye get to Qeynos, if I am not there, ask for Jimbob, or his wife Kebia.  They will give ye hospitality in what will be a hostile and unfamiliar place.  And in case there is any question of yer authenticity, just refer to Trethor, and if that doesn't work, say that Jimbob lived on a remote farm in Thundering Steppes as a boy.  Not many folks know that.  Once ye are settled in, we can go about doing some quiet asking around to see who will be willing to help ye out with retraining."</p><p>     The next morning the newly married pair arose early and packed for a long overland journey back to the Butcherblock Mountains, the nearest location where ships serving Maj'Dul and the Sinking Sands region of the Desert of Ro made their ports of call.  Treissae embraced her parents, who admonished her on safety and care in traveling, how to avoid thieves, and sundry other advice.  "It's all right," she assured them. "We will watch out for each other."  </p><p>     The Elder Mystic thumped his nephew on the back and wished him well. "Thank ye, Tabaar," Leeroy remarked.  "I hope ye also have safe travels and that we see ye again soon."  The young couple started to walk away, then turned and waved.  "Don't forget to write," called out Fanada. "I'll remember, Mother," Treissae answered. Then they both turned back to the lift and got in.  It dropped down toward the forest floor and Kelethin disappeared from sight.</p><p>     </p>

[StormQueen]

<p>     In the distance Treissae could see two objects that seemed to rise out of the sea. They looked for all the world like cobra heads. "That's because that's what they are," Leeroy informed her. "They are the watchtowers for the dock at Sinking Sands." As they got closer she could also see something like an unmoving cloud behind the dock. "Is that Maj'Dul up there?" "Aye, that it is." "How do we get there?" "I will show ye when we arrive."</p><p>     Once at the dock, the passengers streamed off in different directions. Vendors hawked wares and advice, and courts representatives offered favor for small errands. Seabirds wheeled overhead and the sun beat down although it was already late afternoon. "Over here," the Inquisitor pointed at a stack of carpets. "Maj'Dul means flying carpet in the Dervish language. It's the only way to get there. Just step on and hold out yer arms like this."</p><p>     Treissae gingerly walked onto the rug and to her astonishment it levitated a few inches then glided forward, gaining momentum and altitude as it did so. She risked a look back and saw Leeroy crouched upon one, following fairly close behind. He was laughing to see her reaction and Treissae couldn't help but giggle. This was fun!</p><p>     The maj'duls deposited them on a large courtyard in front of a gate leading into the namesake city. The Barbarian pushed the gate open and motioned the Wood Elf to enter. "We'll do some sightseeing and get a place to stay for the night. Be advised, folks here have differing customs. They sleep during the hot hours of the day and work and play most of the night." He put his hand on her shoulder. "Stick close to me; there are beggars, thieves, and ruffians here. Unescorted ladies are fair game."</p><p>     After eating dinner at a very good Dervish restaurant, they toured the marketplace and visited the courts areas. "Ye can't get into a court until ye have enough favor built up with one. And since they require ye to show yer court badge at all times, once ye have committed to a court the others will be hostile to ye." "Hostile?" "Aye, they will actually attack ye if they can get away with it. The Sha'ir-" here Leeroy pointed up at a robed figure on a flying carpet "- will break up fights and they are authorized to use deadly force." "Then what is the advantage of belonging to a court?" Treissae wanted to know. "Amenities, the protection of the court leader, permission to purchase housing, certain things ye can't buy anywhere else. I am affliated myself with the Court of Truth."</p><p>     The sights, sounds and smells of the crowded streets and plazas gave the Dervish city a feel, an aura that Treissae had never before experienced.  The desert climate was dry but invigorating and Maj'Dul seemed as busy and bustling well after dark as it had been in daylight. "It'll be like this for hours yet," Leeroy said.  "If ye're getting tired we can rent a place; might as well if we plan to stay a few days."</p><p>     Once in the inn room they sent for the luggage still at the dock holding area. It was delivered promptly and in good condition, and Leeroy was careful to tip well.  "That's important here," he said to Treissae when the local had left.  "Poor tipping means stuff gets broken or walks away. Something to get used to."  He looked around. "I'd like to wash up and get some sleep."  The Northman padded into the next room. "Ah, good. A nice generous-sized bath." His eyes glittered as he walked back into the main room. "Care to join me?"</p><p>     Early the next morning they dressed for the beach and rode the carpets back down to Sinking Sands dock.  Once there the couple found a good spot nearby and set out their blanket.  Leeroy, stripped down to shorts, lay back and basked in the desert sun for a little while. Treissae watched the tourists and locals going about their daily business.  "It's getting warmer fast," she said after a short while. "Mmm..." he replied sleepily, then propped himself up on one elbow. "About fell asleep there. Bad idea; could get a terrible sunburn." He stood then and stretched. "Want to go swimming for a bit?" Leeroy asked.  </p><p>     Treissae watched as the big man cavorted in the turquoise water as if he were a small boy.  The Northman was truly in his element; he swam like a fish and more than once worried the Wood Elf as he disappeared underwater for long periods of time.  But every time she started to get anxious, he'd pop to the surface somewhere.  She couldn't hope to keep up with him so most of the time she just paddled around and watched him.  After about an hour he waded onshore and flagged down a passing vendor. "Famished," he explained.  Treissae just shook her head and smiled at his prodigious appetite.  </p><p>     They spent about a week like this, mornings on the beach, midday nap, evenings in Maj'Dul taking in the sights and entertainment.   Leeroy was bronzed and relaxed, and Treissae had a light tan and streaks of blonde highlights in her hair from the intense sun.  "Love, we need to head to Qeynos," Treissae reminded him one day. "Tabaar will be expecting us." "Aye, I'll check out and get our stuff sent back to the dock. We'll book passage out today."</p>

[StormQueen]

<p>     It was a pleasant overland journey across Antonica. The few gnolls they saw stayed clear of their path, and the good weather meant the road was dry.  A breeze sprang up from the northeast, bringing with it the tang of salt.  The woods soon thinned out and parted to reveal the panorama of cliffs, ocean and the city of Qeynos.  "It's beautiful," Treissae murmured.  Leeroy just stared, lost in his own thoughts.  It was his rightful home, lost to him through no fault of his own... "I was born here. Graystone Yard is where we lived..." he broke off and sighed. "But past is past. Let's head toward the city."</p><p>     They walked along a narrow path upon cliffs overlooking the sea.  Waves broke against rocks, and the deeper parts of the inshore sea reflected the cloud-studded sky.  To the landward side of the road a trio of men smiled and waved. Two were human, the other half-elf.  "Visitors to our fair city?" one of the humans asked.  "I'm Kittiwake, this is Philo, and the no-count half-elf is Ramaryt."  Treissae smiled and nodded. "Pleased to meet you.   I'm Treissae, and this is Leeroy."  The Northman nodded curtly to each of them. He couldn't explain why he felt uneasy. Maybe it was just him.</p><p>     "What's the easiest way to get into the city?"  Leeroy asked.  "Oh, that's easy," Kittiwake replied.  "Follow me." The group walked to a rise overlooking the water. "See down there? That's the dock and from there you can get anywhere in the city and NOW!" Treissae let out a startled gasp as strong arms grabbed her, and Leeroy's world splintered into multicolored fragments then everything went black.</p><p>     "Quick, grab everything you can!" Kittiwake ordered Ramaryt as he and the half-elf worked to strip everything of value off the unconscious Barbarian.  Treissae let out a piercing scream. "And keep her quiet!" Philo cuffed her hard, dazing the Wood Elf and causing her to taste salt.  "Soon enough you'll join him," he sneered in her ear. "But first we have some fun."  The other two highwaymen finished their theft and without hesitation rolled Leeroy off the cliff and into the deep water. Something shut down in Treissae's mind at that moment; like a doomed animal in the clutches of hyenas, she gave up and awaited her fate.</p><p>     What was he doing in water? Had he fallen off the cliff? Leeroy broke the surface to hear the laughter of men and a crying woman... "TREISSAE!" he roared, then scrambled up the slope with a strength born of rage and desperation. He burst on the scene as one of the men backhanded the Wood Elf, and none of civilization remained in the Barbarian now.</p><p>     Leeroy screamed battle oaths hundreds of generations old  as he caught up to the nearest two thieves and rammed them together face-first, dropping the broken bodies in the dirt. He whirled and ran after the one with the unbuttoned pants, knocked him down, then punched him in the throat and watched the man strangled on his crushed larynx.  </p><p>     The red haze in his mind faded and the Northman ran over to Treissae. Her dress was in shreds, and he dreaded what he would find upon examination.  But though she was battered and bruised, it didn't appear that she had been violated.  He got some of her spare clothing and dressed her, then pulled her into his lap to wait for her to awaken.</p><p>     Treissae awoke confused and afraid.  Nothing made any sense.  The men who had been about to molest her lay dead, their blood spattered all over the ground.  It was like a whirlwind had crushed them. And now she felt arms around her again.  Startled, she turned to see who it was. There was no one there.</p><p>     As his wife stirred, Leeroy murmured encouragement and reassurance.  She had had a terrible shock and he needed to be sure she understood that she was safe now.  The young Wood Elf turned  and looked around and right through him, and then scrambled backward, eyes wide with fear.  <i>What is wrong,</i>  he wondered, and called after her.  She seemed not to hear.  He went around her and knelt to set her on her feet again.  To his shock, she let out a startled cry and broke free, running a few steps and looking wildly about.  An icy pang of fear gripped the Barbarian.  There was only one reason he could think of that she couldn't see or hear him. </p><p>     He hadn't survived after all.</p>

[StormQueen]

<p>    He had once, in Commonlands, thought himself a spectre, a ghost.  But now the full horror of it dawned on him.  "Oh, no," he whispered.  He was a wandering soul, condemned to roam the plane of the living it seemed.  "Oh, Treissae, I am so sorry," he said to the oblivious Wood Elf.  "I knew I should have paid attention to my suspicions. Now I've left ye a widow and all I can do is follow ye and try to watch over ye." He trailed behind her as she stood for a few moments on the overlook staring down into the dark water, then followed as she ran toward the dock.  </p><p>     He stayed well back as she arrived at Tabaar's door in Graystone Yard. A Dwarf woman answered her frantic knock and motioned the Wood Elf inside. The door shut and Leeroy slumped by the central fountain to give vent to his grief.  </p><p>    "Come in, come in," said the Dwarf. "I'm Kebia; you must be Treissae. Oh! You poor thing, you're all scratched and bruised. What happened... and where is your husband?"  The Wood Elf burst into tears. "Tabaar, you need to come in here," Kebia called out.  The old shaman heard the tone in her voice and came running, Jimbob following closely behind.  "Treissae!" Tabaar exclaimed. "What... what has happened to ye? And where is Leeroy?" "They....they..." "Calm down, start from the beginning," the older Northman said softly.  "We were almost here and highwaymen attacked us," Treissae said in a rush. "They...they...wanted to use me and Leeroy was in their way so they...oh, Tabaar, they killed him! They hit him over the head and threw him in the sea to drown!</p><p>     Jimbob winced as he saw his adoptive father's reaction to the news. He looked like he had the day Tyndall had died, impossibly ancient and defeated.  Kebia was horrified, not only for Tabaar's sake, but for the devastated Wood Elf also.  The Halasian shaman shook his grey head. "Well, there's nothing for it but to find the body and give him a proper burial so his spirit will be freed from this plane."  Treissae looked up, still sobbing. "I'm sure he was still there....I thought I felt his arms around me...and someone killed those men before they could..." she broke off.</p><p>     Kebia looked up from comforting Treissae to see a Barbarian man staring in the window. She looked around to see if anyone else saw, and when she looked back, he was gone. She frowned and shrugged. Drunks, vagrants, all kinds out in this weather.  "We can't waste any time," Tabaar announced. "We need to get to where the incident occurred. Bring yer mining tools, Kebia. Jimbob, get all the rope ye can find."</p><p>     <i>They can't see ye anyway, </i>he mentally chastised himself.  He had ducked away when it seemed the Dwarf might have seen him.  Pure reflex.  Then the door opened and they all filed out, Tabaar, Treissae, the Dwarf woman and a Human man.  Leeroy got up and followed them out of town and up the cliffs <i>to the scene of the crime to search for my body, </i>he determined.  Strange how detached he was becoming, now that he was accepting his fate.  </p><p>     Tabaar looked around; Treissae hadn't exaggerated. The dead men were in such a condition that only a killing rage would produce.  He'd seen vengeful ghosts before and their ability to lay waste was well known.  "I need to know, child, where did they drop him off the cliff?"  She pointed to a rise nearby then sat down on the ground, racked by fresh sobs.  The others climbed down to start their grim search.</p><p>     Leeroy was torn apart by Treissae's grief, and there was nothing he could do. He had never felt so helpless. "All I can do now is keep my promise, the one I made at our wedding - only a month ago, it was - I would do anything to go back and change this. Love, I'm so sorry..."  he flung himself flat and cried bitter tears that she would never hear.  </p><p>     The Dwarf happened to come back up the cliff for her shovel, and saw a man near Treissae. She was alarmed; it could be another ruffian.  "Jimbob, there's some Barbarian man bothering Treissae. Maybe you can see to it he leaves."  The human shaman nodded and walked up to the man, who was obviously drunk or crazy. "Get away from her," he snapped in Halasian. The reaction from the Barbarian was not what he expected.  </p><p>     Leeroy looked up to see the Human man from Tabaar's house. Maybe he had come over to keep Treissae safe while the others worked. Instead his ears rang with the man's angry demand - in Halasian, no less! - that he stay back. The Inquisitor scrambled a few feet and sat there panting. "Ye see me?" he entreated. "Please say ye see me!" "Of course I do, you drunken sot. Now get away from her before I call for reinforcements."  The Barbarian groveled at his feet. "Please call Tabaar over here!"</p><p>     When he heard Jimbob's yell, Tabaar broke into a run all the way up the steep slope. Was there danger? "Look what I found bothering her," the younger shaman said, poking at the prone Barbarian with a foot.  "What do you want to do with him?"  "Get up and face me like a man," Tabaar commanded the filthy disheveled form.  The man did so, raising his gaze to meet that of the Elder Mystic of Graystone Yard.  Tabaar recoiled in shock, then reached down and grabbed the Barbarian by the arm and pulled him to his feet.  "Am I really alive? Is this a hallucination?" Leeroy gasped out.  Then Tabaar enveloped him in a bear hug, laughing for joy. "Leeroy! We thought ye were dead!" he exclaimed in Halasian. "So did I, Tabaar, so did I."</p><p>    </p>

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<p>     But then he turned to Treissae, who still sat on the ground.  She showed no sign of seeing him.  "I don't understand this, Uncle. Why am I invisible to her?"  Tabaar regarded his nephew with sympathy. "I'm afraid that the traumatic experience caused her mind to block out things. She believes she saw ye die, so to her ye are a ghost. It's a coping mechanism, and one we don't well understand." "What can I do? I'd do anything." Leeroy implored.  The Elder Mystic shook his head. "I haven't had much success with the few patients I have treated for this.  Ye can try to substitute one delusion for another, but that is often temporary and always causes its own set of problems."</p><p>     Leeroy hunched down and stared at his wife. Without thinking he reached out to cup her face in his hand in a loving gesture. She cried out, startled, and backed away. "Tabaar, he's here again," she gasped.  The shaman decided to try something. "Child, don't move next time ye feel his presence. Just tell me what is going on." To the others he spoke again in Halasian, which the Wood Elf didn't understand. "I am guessing she doesn't hear me speak to ye, Nephew, that she blocks that out also.  That makes it a lot harder; the coping mechanism will be very complex.  I need each of ye to watch and observe."</p><p>    Tabaar nodded to Leeroy. "All right, try something."  The young Northman sat down behind Treissae and carefully put his arms around her. Treissae's eyes grew wide but she didn't try to escape this time. "Tabaar, he's holding me," she said in a scared voice. "It's all right, ye know he wouldn't hurt ye, would he?"  She nodded, not trusting herself to speak.  "If ye look behind ye what do ye see? Anyone there?" She twisted around a bit and looked straight at Leeroy. "No... but he's still got ahold of me..."  The Inquisitor leaned forward and kissed her on the lips. This time she did move away and fast, sobbing as she did so. "Easy, easy, child." "Oh, Tabaar, he kissed me...why did he have to die? We were so happy together! Why do evil people have to do this? Why did they take his life?"</p><p>    Leeroy was in total despair now. Nothing that anyone tried was making any headway; if anything, matters were worse.  "Tabaar, I made her a promise that I would always protect and watch over her. But my being around her is driving her to distraction." "Aye, and it will lead to more problems. If ye stay near, folks will question yer presence...and then her sanity. She will be unable to comprehend and I am in great fear that it will lead to her doing drastic things to try to cope, and inevitably insanity will result."</p><p>     "I cannot break my promise; it was uttered under the most solemn oath.  If I keep my promise I will destroy her. If I do not, I will destroy myself and that will destroy her too."  Tabaar nodded in agreement to Leeroy's pronouncement. "Aye, this is the case. I don't have any answers for ye. All I can say is that I am sorry that I cannot resolve this dilemma." The young Northman drew himself to his feet. "But I can, I think."  He made a sign over his chest that caused both Tabaar and Jimbob to pale. Kebia frowned in momentary confusion, then comprehended.<i>  He will take the path of honor, </i>she realized.</p><p>     "Uncle Tabaar, I beg grace of ye." "Do ye indeed?" Tabaar's mind raced. This was the very last thing on Norrath that he wanted to do, ever. And his nephew had asked him in a way that he could not refuse.  "Very well, here is my blade," he intoned, drawing forth a jeweled dagger.  Leeroy pulled the front of his tunic open and knelt in front of Tabaar, who dropped to one knee, facing him.  "Strike true and deep," the younger Barbarian answered.  Tabaar shifted his grip on the knife, blinked away the tears in his eyes,  and placed the point under Leeroy's breastbone.  "Receive grace, then," he choked out, and tensed his arm to drive the dagger deep.</p>

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<p>     "No!" shouted Kebia, shoving both of them. Tabaar turned, eyes smoldering. "Ye better have a reason for this intrusion..." "I invoke Right of Statement," she continued. "I know you cannot go back now but does it have to be the knife? What if the shock can be reversed by resolution? If Treissae sees his body pulled from the water? Isn't it worth a try?" "I have nothing to lose," Leeroy said. He stood up, shaking. "Give me a short piece of rope," Tabaar ordered.  He tied the Inquisitor's hands behind his back, reversed his spear and prodded Leeroy with the blunt end. "Get going before I lose focus."</p><p>     The younger Barbarian waded in and soon the water closed over his head.  The Elder Mystic shoved him down with the spear and they all waited. Leeroy stared upward, fear in his eyes at the agony to come.  Finally he couldn't hold the lungful of air anymore and let it out, trying not to breathe in. The need for air became acute, and he started struggling to reach the surface. Tabaar grimly pinned him down, sweat running down his face from the effort and emotional toll.  Leeroy thrashed wildly, churning the water, the bonds on his wrists parting.  At last the struggle eased to occasional twitches and then the body went completely slack.</p><p>     Jimbob came up just then, Treissae in tow.  "We think we found him," he told her.  Kebia swam down and attached a rope to something then came back up. Tabaar handed the rope end to Jimbob and they both started pulling. A leg broke the surface then the rest of the drowned Northman was dragged up onto the sloping beach.  Treissae shrieked and ran forward, falling upon the lifeless body.  Tabaar and Kebia exchanged a glance, then the Elder Mystic set to work trying to revive his nephew. </p><p>     Gray nothingness, no sound no surface, just him suspended in the ether.  What was this place?  <i>Ah, little one, you have learned the price of love.  I wish all my creatures to learn this but I will not force them.  Instead I give them demigods and spirit beings to lead and mislead them according to the wishes of their hearts.  </i>He felt himself turned over and over as if in the palm of a limitless hand.  <i>But you, I want you to go back and live your trial of life to its fullest, and when you do face the Tribunal, confess your guilt fully and you will have nothing to fear. As for fear, I will grant you a gift that will mean that you will never have to fear the water....ever.</i></p><p><i>     </i>Tabaar was exhausted, and Jimbob nearly so. Both shamans had tried and tried to bring back the cleric but nothing was working. The Elder Mystic sat up straight and shook his head. "No use.  We'll bury him here...and be sure you dig a second grave. I'm not staying in this world."   Kebia grabbed her sword and held it up. "As a Paladin of Qeynos, I have lived to protect others regardless of cost.  Now I can do this and save two lives." Before the startled shamans could stop her, she climbed on top of the body, held her sword straight up, and yelled wildly. A bolt of energy connected sky and sword, then the Dwarf fell on her side beside Leeroy, breathing shallowly.  With a trembling finger she touched him on the forehead.</p><p>      "Huh? What?" He stared up at a blue sky and a ring of faces. Was it possible? And what about Treissae....the Wood Elf threw herself upon him anew, repeating his name over and over.  Tabaar collapsed, alternately laughing and weeping with relief.  Leeroy levered himself up on one elbow, tears running down his face. "I don't know what to say." He swallowed hard and coughed a bit. "Just saying 'thank ye all' doesn't even begin to convey my unending gratitude."  The young Barbarian drew Treissae into his arms again and the flood of emotion overwhelmed them both.  The others drew away a bit to allow some privacy of the moment.</p><p>      Leeroy held nothing back in his account of what had happened from his viewpoint.  Treissae listened, alternately sympathetic and horrified.  She couldn't remember many details but trusted Leeroy implicitly.  He had shown he would not break his word even at the cost of his own life.  She would take his word about all that had occurred.  The Wood Elf was more determined than ever to help them both. She would get training in Qeynos in the magic arts and she informed Leeroy of her intention.  He was pleased.</p><p>      Jimbob stared at his wife, then over at the Inquisitor. "Did you really do what I thought you did?" he demanded of Kebia. "Yes, I did as was my right." "Don't you know you can't do that ever again?" he snapped.  "Yes, I do.  But half a life is a small price to pay for two lives. It's nothing compared to what they just went through. Do you think that Tabaar wanted to kill his nephew? Do you think Leeroy wanted to go through dying?  Some day you will learn the price of love, too."</p>

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<p>     "Let's clean up this mess." Tabaar indicated the scene. "Bury those men and let's see if we can salvage some of Leeroy and Treissae's belongings." He and Jimbob and Kebia began the task and Treissae came over to see what she could do. "He said he needs a few minutes alone," she stated. "All right, have a look and see what ye might be missing. Here's what we found so far."</p><p>     Leeroy was on his knees, head down. He had never realized... "Nameless One, I thank You for Your mercy, and I will try to do Your will. Guide me and never let me waver from the path." He didn't know how to go about it very well but the Inquisitor planned to be the best he could possibly be at his sacred task as a clerical healer. It surprised him greatly as he received the distinct impression that he was not to take training as a Templar. </p><p>     Tabaar motioned Kebia over to him, and sat down to be at the Dwarf's level. "Ye made a great sacrifice today. I don't think I would have allowed it had I realized what ye planned." "I didn't even think about it, I just had to do it," replied the Paladin. "What if I had just said nothing? Right now we would be burying him and you both." "But now ye may have cut yer lifespan quite a bit. Yer unstinting sacrifice may cost ye yer health and certainly it took years off." "It was worth it to me, Tabaar."</p><p>     Most of what had been stolen had been retrieved, along with articles obviously pilfered from earlier victims of the highwaymen.  Jimbob leaned on his shovel and surveyed the scene. How was this being allowed to happen so close to the city? Certainly there were guard patrols in the region. Maybe if he put a word in Trethor's ear the Qeynos Guard could quietly look into the situation.</p><p>     The Inquisitor got up and wandered back over to the group, a faraway look in his eyes.  "Do ye know what I experienced while I was gone?  I was in the Presence.  I couldn't see the Nameless One but I was in His hand. I thought I knew...but now I do, a little bit.  And He gave me a gift. Watch."  The others followed the young Northman as he walked over to the water's edge and carefully waded in. When he got to shoulder level Leeroy turned and sat down, exhaling as he did so.  They watched in puzzlement as he sat there, submerged. And sat and sat, chest heaving.</p><p>     The Elder Mystic waded in to get a closer look, ducking down to see the blurry form of his nephew staring at him, openmouthed.  Leeroy didn't make any effort to reach the surface and Tabaar realized with dawning amazement that he wasn't trying to, nor was he in any distress.  The shaman gestured 'are you all right' and Leeroy nodded. Then Tabaar figured out that the Inquisitor was openmouthed to get enough dissolved oxygen. He was breathing water!</p><p>     Treissae was frantic as she couldn't see quite what was going on. "He's all right," Tabaar called back as he broke the surface. Then Leeroy did the same right alongside him, water pouring from his mouth and nose.  "That was amazing," the younger Barbarian said when he could speak.  "I've always loved water but have been afraid of drowning since I was put in the situation where it happened. And now...now I guess I won't have to worry about it. I can swim anywhere and just breathe normally." "You mean you don't have to surface?" Kebia asked. "That makes you like an amphibian...Frogloks are like that."</p><p>     As Leeroy embraced his wife he turned to the Dwarf. "And as for what ye did. There is no way either of us can ever repay ye for yer action. By the Six Hammers I swear that anything at all I can do for ye, it is done." "Yes, anything at all you need or ask, Kebia," echoed the Wood Elf.  "I will keep that in mind," the Paladin replied. "Although I would not impose except in dire need." She moved closer to Jimbob, who put a hand on her shoulder. "It's probable that I will outlive this Human of mine, anyhow." The younger shaman hugged her, murmuring in her ear.  </p><p>     "I do have a couple more things to say before we head back to Qeynos," Leeroy stated.  "Treissae will be taking training as a mage, hopefully as a Conjuror.  But I was told by the Nameless One that I shouldn't try to become a Templar. He told me I would do more good in my current skills, that I could influence things for good by helping those in Freeport, Neriak and Gorowyn." The Inquisitor spread his hands. "I do not know why this is, or what the future holds. But I plan to find out." He rummaged through his gear and drew on his peaked helmet. "Never again will I pretend to be something I am not.  I will be accepted or rejected on the basis of open honesty."</p>

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<p>      "I still don't recommend wandering around Qeynos wearing that," Tabaar remarked with a chuckle.  "Speaking of Qeynos, I need to find a place to take refuge and not be seen by the guards," Leeroy replied as he replaced the telltale helmet in its bag.  Treissae spoke up. "I have an idea. Why don't I find us a place and you can sneak in later?"  "Good idea," the young Northman replied. </p><p>      Under cover of darkness the Inquisitor worked his way from shadow to shadow through the city.  Most folks didn't seem to care one way or the other but he knew that the guards would be suspicious of newcomers.  And of course without citizenship papers he couldn't purchase goods or services.  Finally he reached the gate to Graystone Yard.  His roundabout route had had a purpose: now he had basic knowledge of how to find his way about; it didn't do to have to ask directions.  </p><p>     Once in the village neighborhood, he looked around and tried to remember the place. It had been a very long time.  If only...but speculation on might-have-beens was useless and ultimately counterproductive, he knew.  But still he longed for that time stream where his parents didn't take that trip, where he grew up here and...his vision blurred; he angrily blinked back the tears.  <i>No time for self-pity, </i>Leeroy chastised himself.</p><p>     He climbed the back stairs of the tavern and walked in to find the place a bit of a mess. Evidently a fight had just ended; the bartender and barmaids were still cleaning up debris.  Up the next flight of stairs were the apartments; at the top awaited his uncle and his wife. "I got a place for us," Treissae said.  "And Tabaar has been kind enough to help me furnish it." She pointed to a nearby door. "Thank ye, Uncle," Leeroy murmured and turned to follow the Wood Elf into their new home.</p><p>     The place was not large but was adequate, and indeed it had been furnished; nothing elaborate but good sturdy Halasian-type furniture.  "This is great," he said as he shut the door and knelt to embrace his wife.  Abruptly he felt a flush of heat rising. <i>Now why are ye surprised? </i>some part of him wondered.  He pulled her closer to him and was pleased to find she returned his attention with interest.</p><p>     Treissae had missed her Barbarian husband for the short time they had been apart, and now she felt drawn to him strongly as she ever had been.  Since their wedding night she had marveled at how careful and gentle he always was. And enthusiastic...the more she enjoyed his attentions the more he seemed to enjoy himself.  She decided to be a bit bold this time; she tugged on his hand.</p><p>     "Why don't you come with me?" she said softly. He stood up and followed her to the bedroom.  His mind was aswirl with wild thoughts; his body was on full alert, all senses at a fever pitch of intensity.  What did she plan to do?  "Ah, look, a nice brand-new bed. Should we try it out to see if it is satisfactory?" Treissae murmured with a come-hither look. That was all it took. With an inarticulate cry, Leeroy scooped her up and laid her on the bed.  </p><p>      Hours later they awoke to morning sun streaming through the curtained window.  "I don't want to ever be away from ye again," the Northman whispered. He gently caressed her face, the love in his eyes reflected in hers.  "I don't know what I would do without ye."  Treissae put a finger to his lips. "Shh... we're together and that's all that matters."</p>

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<p>     After breakfast the young couple made their way over to Tabaar's place. He opened the door, smiled crookedly and waved them in.  <em>Something's different, </em>Leeroy thought. But what was it? "And how are ye two today?" the Elder Mystic asked, when they had seated themselves in the guest room.  "We are fine, thank you," Treissae said softly, glancing up at her husband.  Leeroy flushed slightly as he grinned in pure delight. "Aye, we're doing great, Uncle."            </p><p>     "Child, ye want to learn magical arts, ye need to get some training," Tabaar noted as the trio traveled through southern Qeynos.  "The Concordium will offer basic instruction to get ye started."  A tower loomed above the assortment of other buildings. The old shaman pointed. "There's the place. I'll get ye an audience with the trainer; after that ye're on yer own."</p><p>      Strange glowing portals lead up to the higher reaches of the Concordium's shining tower.  There was a library full of arcane research, various persons engaged in experiments, and several teachers plus students.  "Can I help you?" the head instructor asked.  Treissae stepped forward. "Yes, I'd like to apply for training."  "All right, what specialty do you prefer, or are you undecided?" "I'd like to be a Conjuror," the Wood Elf answered. "Excellent choice. Who is your sponsor?" "I am," Tabaar replied. "Very well, sign here and I will collect the fee."</p><p>      She now had the right to call herself a mage but lacked much experience in actually being one.  "That will change," the instructor noted in response to her concern.  "You will train for a week in basic conjury; bringing up elemental constructs and minor spells."  Leeroy sat beneath a tree and watched the students make their attempts at taming fire, land, wind and water to their needs. Some were more proficient than others; he was pleased to see Treissae demonstrated competence at the tasks. </p><p>      When the week was completed, the students were given a choice of advanced training grounds. "You can voyage to the training island; unfortunately no guests allowed there, or you can travel to either Greater Faydark or Timorous Deep for further instruction. Be advised that dangers lurk in both places.  We cannot guarantee your safety."  The young Barbarian sauntered over.  "Ye plan to go back to Kelethin, then?" he asked. "No, actually," Treissae replied, "I want to see this Timorous Deep place.  It would be a challenge I am sure."</p><p>      Leeroy went to Tabaar and asked him a favor. "Uncle, will ye go buy me a few bundles of incense? Here's enough coin to cover them." "Certainly, Nephew!" the Mystic replied. In a few minutes he returned with the goods, which Leeroy stowed in his pack.  "Thank ye much. Don't say anything to Treissae; it's for a surprise."  "Don't tell me ye're going to try to make spellrunes?" Tabaar exclaimed. "Try? I don't need to try, I just do."  The older Barbarian frowned. "Ye never mentioned anything to me about being a sage..." "Aye, I am one; I just never thought to mention it."</p><p>      Tabaar shook his head in rueful amusement. Such a valuable skill and the young Inquisitor hadn't even seen fit to say he could earn his keep that way.  Ah well, a lot had happened in a very short time. Miraculous things, some of them.  And even for himself....until recently he would have sworn that all the years as a widower had rendered his hearth cold.  But seeing the young couple so in love and vital had stirred the ashes... and there had been a spark there after all.  </p><p>      The old shaman hurried into North Qeynos, a bouquet of hand-picked flowers clutched in one fist.  He ducked into a jewelry store and waited for the proprietor to notice him. It didn't take long, and she came down the stairs quickly to see if she had a customer. "Ah, it's you," she said. "What's that? Flowers? How pretty! Let me get a vase!"  She returned a few moments later with a tall vase that sloshed as she carried it. Tabaar put the bouquet in it and set the vase on a table. "What's the occasion?"</p><p>      He dropped to his knees and looked up at her.  "Ye have been my friend for years now, and I realized recently that what I feel is more than just that. Now if ye feel I am being out of line here, just say so and I will step back."  She said nothing but motioned him to continue. "I feel we are already a family, with yer son being my protege and legally adopted heir... Roanna, will ye marry me?"</p>

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<p>/Gnombie stops to read current chapter then attacks Leeroy. Arrrggg Romance always makes me hungry for Brraaaiiiinnnnsss & Barbs are so big, there are plenty of left overs for hungry Gnombies.</p>

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<p>  Still using mine, thank ye very much though for the zombified interest, Valkry. <img src="/eq2/images/smilies/ed515dbff23a0ee3241dcc0a601c9ed6.gif" border="0" /></p>

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<p>/Gnombie lurches back to thread, takes tubberwuzzle box out of her pack, takes leftover brraaaiiinnnnssss out of tubberwuzzle, clumsily stuff the half of brraaiiinnn lobe she didn't nom yet, back into Leeroy's head, pats Leeroy on his head/brraiiinnn half, hands him sage materials & shambles off to other thread to nom on decorators for a while.</p>

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<p>     A couple of days later Treissae was in her training class, Leeroy watching as usual from the grassy embankment, when he noticed an unsteady couple of Mystics weaving through the archway and toward the Concordium tower.  The Inquisitor frowned, puzzled that Tabaar and Jimbob would be drunk midday. He got up and hurried over to see. As he got closer he saw they were in very good spirits indeed.   "Tabaar, Jimbob, what's going on? What's the occasion?" "Ah, good news, Nephew," the Elder Mystic grinned.  Jimbob stumbled and caught himself. "Great news, yes. Treissae should hear this too," the younger Mystic agreed.  They approached the students and Leeroy waved to his wife to come over. Treissae immediately did so, her elemental pet following in her wake.</p><p>     "Yes, we've had a bit to drink," Tabaar continued. "But it's a celebration! I asked her to marry me and she said yes!"  Leeroy boggled at his uncle. "What? I'm confused. Who are ye marrying? I knew nothing of this!"  Tabaar pointed to Jimbob. "His mother! Yes, I am engaged to Roanna as of today."  "It was as big a surprise for me, Leeroy," the human Mystic pointed out. "You Barbarians seem to be the most impulsive bunch I've ever seen."  Tabaar patted him on the back, causing Jimbob to stagger forward.  "Where is Kebia?" Treissae wondered. "She's with my mother," Jimbob said.</p><p>     They trooped into the jewelry shop to find Roanna and Kebia examining sketches and fabric samples.  "Hey, we just heard," Leeroy exclaimed. "Congratulations, Roanna!" "Thank you! We were just trying to decide on my wedding dress. It's not going to be some big ceremony, just a private event."  Tabaar sauntered over and put his arm around the human woman.  "I'd marry ye if ye were wearing burlap," he offered. Leeroy started laughing.  He couldn't stop and soon was leaning on the wall, eyes streaming. "What's so funny?" Roanna wanted to know. Between gasps the young Barbarian managed to say, "Oh, what a mental image... ye standing there frantically squirming in itchy burlap, then Tabaar goes to kiss ye and he lets go fast and starts scratching....it would be, ah, memorable."</p><p>     "I have a question," Treissae stated when the laughter faded away.  "Who is going to do the marriage ceremony? Tabaar can't do his own, and Jimbob, well, I think that him doing the ceremony for his own mother would be awkward."  "That's right," replied the Elder Mystic. "The only one here who has qualifications would be ye, Leeroy." "I would be honored, Uncle," the young Barbarian replied.  "I do have a question. Have ye set a date?"  "No reason to delay," Tabaar replied. "It's all up to Roanna." "If the tailor gets off his lazy backside and doesn't completely mess up the order, they should be able to do this next week," Jimbob said with an impish grin.  "Mother, have you decided? I have the tailor dummy sized to you." "Yes, son, here's what I want..."</p><p>     Kebia left and headed back to Graystone. After a while she returned with a small box and set it on the counter. "Here, Roanna," she said.  "My wedding gift to ye ahead of time so ye can finish it up."  Puzzled, the human woman opened the package and drew forth a paper-wrapped object. She peeled the paper back to reveal..."Oh, Kebia, thank you so much! Everyone have a look!" The others crowded around to see a dull translucent stone about as big around as her fingernail. "What is that?" Treissae asked. Leeroy smiled and picked it up. "It is indeed a raw diamond from Kaladim. How did ye get this?"  The Dwarf held up her pickaxe. "I sneaked around and found it in a wall. Those vermin in our old home don't even know minerals; it was right out in the open embedded in some blue ore."</p><p>     "Let me see how I do cutting this," Roanna stated.  She set up her station and carefully examined the stone through a gnomish lens.  "Very fine quality and I think I see the best cleavage plane."  She marked the spot with a fine ink pen and set the stone in a clamp, carefully tightening it. "Can't be too tight or too loose."  Roanna picked up a sharp pointed chisel and carefully drew a line through the ink spot. "Notice I didn't scratch the diamond," she said. "To cut diamond you have to use diamond, or cause it to break along what is called a cleavage plane."  She picked up a jeweler's hammer and aimed carefully. "If I hit it wrong it could shatter or split badly." She gave the diamond a sharp blow, then another. A slice dropped off, revealing a more transparent structure.  "Ah, that went all right."</p><p>     "How many times do ye cut a stone?" Leeroy asked. "It depends on the cut a customer wants, but a good diamond will be cut several times to form a basic shape then shaped further, then faceted on this grinding wheel over here." Roanna indicated a foot-pumped device. "It has oil and diamond dust on the wheel to wear down the diamond to form the small cuts called facets. They are what gives a cut stone its brilliancy." Kebia handed Roanna a small drawstring pouch. "Here is more dust," she said. "Thank you again, young Dwarf." Jimbob's mother looked at the others. "I'd better get to work on this," she said.  "I have to sew the dress," her son added. "And we all  have some planning to do."</p><p>   </p>

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<p>     There was a new plaque on the wall of Tabaar's study; it read "<em><span style="color: #cc99ff;">As the growing time refreshes the old land, love will make us new</span>"</em>.  Leeroy smiled slightly and straightened his helmet as he walked back into the front room.  It looked like Jimbob and Kebia had finished moving furniture and chairs, and guests were starting to file in.  A few seemed startled at seeing an Inquisitor but they must have been informed; at least no one panicked. </p><p>      Finally all the assembly was there; the human Mystic walked up to stand by him. Leeroy nodded and Jimbob announced, "All of us are here to witness the marriage of Tabaar to Roanna.  Tabaar's nephew Leeroy has agreed to conduct the ceremony." "Aye, it's only fair; Tabaar married Treissae and I",  the Barbarian replied, winking at his wife. "Anyhow, all be seated please and we will usher in the happy couple to be."</p><p>     Jimbob walked over to the door and opened it to admit first his mother Roanna. She wore a beautiful gown of brightest red. Tabaar ducked through the doorway next, looking very dapper in a fancy formal suit in deep green.  Both walked forward to stand before the priest as Jimbob took a seat by Kebia. </p><p>     "Today we gather to celebrate the rite of marriage between two people who have seen many years and many toils. For each it will be their second wedding.  May they be as young as they feel, and live life to the fullest together", Leeroy recited.  He motioned to Tabaar, who drew a small velvet box from his vest pocket.  "Here is the symbol of life," the Elder Mystic said as he opened the box to reveal a gleaming diamond set in a platinum ring. "An endless ring surmounted by the purity of a precious gem is life and love.  Roanna, I give my life and love to ye for as long as I will live." Tabaar knelt and placed the ring on her outstretched hand. </p><p>     Roanna reached up and unhooked a necklace to reveal a matching band, set with small diamonds all around its circumference.  "And Tabaar, I pledge my life and love to you for as long as I shall live." With that, she placed the heavy band on his ring finger.  "Together we will complete the circle of life and be an example to the younger generation."  They stood facing each other and waited. Leeroy placed one hand on Tabaar's shoulder, then the other on Roanna's. "Yer vows are heard and witnessed this day. Now seal the vow with a kiss," he pronounced.</p><p>    No, his uncle didn't really need any encouragement; neither did Jimbob's mother.  Leeroy started to chuckle then tears ran down his face, confounding him.  He stumbled to the chair beside Treissae and hugged her. Really there wasn't a dry eye in the place from what he could see through his blurry vision.  No, there was no shame in strong emotion.  Still trying to regain his composure, the young Barbarian waved for everyone's attention. "All right, refreshments at Jimbob and Kebia's house.  Let's leave the happy couple to their privacy."  With that they all filed out into the Qeynosian night.</p>

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<p>   Treissae packed the duffel bags and glanced over to see Leeroy walk in the front door. "Almost done?" he asked. "Yes; I'm really looking forward to this," she replied.  From his description of the place, the island home of the Sarnak was an exciting place to visit, with breathtaking scenery and wildlife. They would have to be careful concerning the Sarnak; theirs was the hospitality to give or withdraw. And Gorowyn was the only large settlement in the area.</p><p>    With the well-wishes of Tabaar and Roanna, and Jimbob and Kebia, they set sail for Butcherblock Mountains. "Been a while since we've been there," Leeroy remarked. "At least this time I won't need to climb that cliff." Treissae shuddered at the mental image of her husband struggling to keep up with half-healed injuries draining his stamina.  "They have trained griffons of some special variety that will fly over water for great distances," he continued.  "I think I'm going to take a nap; this rocking is making me sleepy." He found a spot out of the way and curled up on the deck.</p><p>   Unsettling dreams haunted him; this had been happening more and more in the past couple of weeks.  He thrashed around until Treissae, worried as she was, shook him awake. "Huh?" "You were dreaming again, and muttering in your sleep." "Ah... I don't know what it was but it's the same feeling I've had.. that something is terribly wrong and I can't quite figure out what," Leeroy said.  The Wood Elf hastened to reassure him. "I'm sure it's just all the events lately...we'll relax and I'll learn to be a better Conjuror, and you'll be less stressed." "I hope ye're right."</p><p>    A ways down the beach from the docks was a small hill overlooking the chain of islands that lay in Butcherblock Bay.  Leeroy pointed toward them. "Past those close islands about an hour's flying time is Timorous Deep."  Treissae eyed the strange griffons. They were an odd mix of colors. "Yellow and aqua? How strange.  How can we be sure we won't fall off?" The griffon tender hastened to reassure her. "Ma'am,  we  have the latest safety devices. With these straps, you cannot fall off one of our griffons." Leeroy laughed. "All right, two for Timorous Deep."</p><p>   They found lodgings in Gorowyn and set out to see what the local fauna would be like for Treissae's abilities and skill.  To their delight they found the pickings easy; there were all sorts of researchers and such that paid a good bounty for specimens.   Leeroy would most times sit back and watch Treissae; if she got into trouble he would wade in with a huge battle hammer and lay waste.  After a day he presented her with a wrapped box. "What is it?" she wondered. "Open it and see," the Barbarian replied.  Inside was an assortment of spell runes of quality and craftmanship. Treissae's mouth dropped open.  "This must have cost you a fortune!" "No," the big man chuckled, "I made them for ye myself."</p><p>    Treissae thanked Leeroy profusely and set to trying out her new improved spells and pet conjury.  "What a difference!"  He just smirked and watched her progress.  "At this rate ye will be beyond the limited challenges of this island in a day or two."  The Barbarian sat back against a tree and watched some more until he drifted off to sleep again. Once more he found himself shaken awake by an anxious Wood Elf. "You were shouting something," she said in a trembling voice. "What?" he wanted to know. "It sounded like... It's all wrong, everything's wrong, he should have caught it'... Leeroy, what does it mean?" The Inquisitor was stumped. "I don't know, love. I wish I did."</p><p>    They spent an enjoyable evening in each other's company, seeing the sights, trying the local foods, and talking to the locals.   Afterward they went back to the room they had rented. "In the morning let's head back to Qeynos," Treissae suggested. "All right," Leeroy agreed.  They prepared for bed, and of course one thing led to another.  She couldn't resist him and he was putty in her hands, and both derived great satisfaction from it.  Afterwards Leeroy dropped off into an exhausted sleep that was dreamless for a long while. But toward morning he awoke in a cold sweat, certain that some disaster had struck.  Treissae lay peacefully asleep.  He drew a deep breath and tried to calm himself. But the dread wouldn't go away.</p>

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<p><strong>    </strong>Back in Qeynos meanwhile all was not well. Jimbob and Kebia had gotten along for the most part for years, but Jimbob's moodiness had begun to take on a more sinister aspect as of late. He had always been quick to anger but never had he been deliberately cruel or mean. That was starting to change, at least from Kebia's viewpoint.  He had thrown a vase across the room and shattered it against a wall to the Dwarf's great dismay. Her only "offense" had been to argue with him; now a family heirloom was destroyed. When she protested, he snarled that it was her fault.</p><p>     Dwarven society does not encourage sharing marital troubles with others, not even close relatives.  So Kebia had tried to figure out what was wrong. His behavior was so erratic at times; Jimbob seemed to not know even himself why he acted the way he did.  Maybe it was something she could help with, she decided. So she tried changing the diet, leaving books around to read that were positive, and avoiding arguments.  But little changed for the better, and soon reverted to the worse.  He began accusing the world at large of being "against" him, and his opinion of all people was extremely low. </p><p>     It would have continued this way without other notice except that his work as a Mystic began to suffer.  Tabaar was concerned and had Jimbob come with him on a short trip ostensibly to test some spells, but really so the Elder Mystic could watch the Human closely.  Tabaar sighed inwardly as he realized that Jimbob was definitely having some personal issues that were interfering with his concentration.  This would not do; as the younger Mystic had more and more trouble his self-confidence would erode, leading to worse performance and a downward spiral. </p><p>     One afternoon Kebia came to see Tabaar. She talked shop for a while until the Barbarian shaman held up a hand.  "Wait a second, young lady. Ye didn't come here to discuss the weather, did ye?" "No, but this is really hard to say...I think there's something wrong with my husband. He's not the same man I married. He's gotten really paranoid, and he throws things." The Elder Mystic nodded. "Ah, I believe he is under great stress as a Mystic. He's been trying too hard and has messed up a few spells lately; that is probably what is eating at him. Just let him relax and try not to be too hard on him." It wasn't what she wanted to hear but Kebia trusted Tabaar. "All right, I'll try that," she answered.</p><p>     For a day or two things seemed to improve but Jimbob quickly dropped back into one of his dark moods.  He became frustrated with a shirt he had made; he fumbled trying to remove it and lost his temper, ripping the buttons off.  He stomped and raged through the house, shoving Kebia against a wall when she tried to pacify him.  She felt very alone at that moment, and more than a little betrayed.  Jimbob slammed a fist into a wall and then stormed out the front door.</p><p>     The Dwarf made her way back to Tabaar's house, first checking to make sure that her husband hadn't retreated there; it wouldn't do to confront him there.  The Elder Mystic let her in, standing back as she came in with fists clenched. "You have to do something, Tabaar! He's really been a bear lately; I don't want to even be in the same room with him sometimes!" "What happened, Kebia?" She poured out her woes and fears, emphasizing that she wanted to do something to help. The grizzled Barbarian had an idea. "Isn't his birthday coming up? We can hold a surprise party for him; some attention from folks he cares about might just do the trick."</p>

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<p>     Leeroy and Treissae arrived back in town, proud of the Conjuror's accomplishments. They stopped by Tabaar's place to catch up on events; he suggested they help him with a surprise party for Jimbob's birthday. "It's tomorrow; let's decorate the place while I send the Human on some errand," the Elder Mystic offered. "Great idea," Leeroy replied. Treissae nodded enthusiastically. "Yes, I can help." </p><p>     Jimbob grumbled to himself; why would Tabaar send him off to Windstalker Village today of all days? He would miss most of his day off just getting back to Qeynos.  He made his way though to his destination and got the supplies delivered and some other items picked up. He stayed overnight and headed back early in the morning. </p><p>     When he did arrive back in Qeynos, the sun was setting. He pushed open the door to his house and found it to be dark and apparently empty.  Where was his wife? He muttered to himself as he moved through the front hallway.  As luck would have it, he didn't see that Kebia had left her boots there in the hall on the mud carpet.</p><p>     Kebia waited around a corner with the cake as Jimbob's footsteps announced his approach. Tabaar, Leeroy, and Treissae were ready to light candles. Roanna and her two other children, Gwenna and Gareth, stood by ready to call out.  Then came a muffled thump. The Dwarf strode out into the open with the cake.</p><p>    How dare she leave her boots where he could trip on them? With a curse boiling onto his lips, Jimbob reached down, grabbed the offending footwear, and launched the boot as hard as he could down the hall.  Just then the Dwarf came around the corner straight into its path. She looked up at Jimbob and started to smile as she held up the cake, "HAP-" just as the flung boot hit her square in the face.</p><p>     Cake frosting and blood splattered the wall as shouts of "Surprise!" and "Happy Birthday!" became instead cries of horror and dismay. Jimbob stared in shock at what he had done; Leeroy and Treissae ran to Kebia's side. Tabaar flinched as if he himself had been hit, then knelt by the Dwarf.  "Nothing to be done," he said in the coldest voice anyone there had ever heard. "Her nasal bones have been driven back and destroyed her brain. Nothing I can do for her." He stood up. "I made a solemn vow the day she saved Leeroy that I would do anything for her." Muffled sobs from Treissae, Roanna and Gwenna punctuated his remarks. Leeroy sat rocking back and forth, struggling not to howl in anguish.  </p><p>     Tabaar's eyes were red with rage as he grabbed Jimbob by the collar. "HOW COULD YE DO THIS? WHY??" The Elder Mystic completely lost control of his temper then in a tragic mirror of the younger Mystic's. He shook Jimbob with all his might and the sound of a sickening crack echoed through the house.  With dawning shock and horror Tabaar realized what he had done and dropped the Human. Jimbob tried to draw breath, gasping like a landed fish once, twice, as his face darkened. But the paralysis was total and lethal, and he died there beside his wife.</p><p>     The older Barbarian screamed and pelted out the door into the night as his wife shrieked her grief over the bodies of her son and daughter-in-law.  Leeroy came out of his shocked state and ran after his uncle.  Tabaar ran into his house and came right out with a book and a rope. "TAKE THIS!" he yelled at Leeroy, throwing him the book. "And don't try to stop me!" With that he ran down the street toward North Qeynos.  The Inquisitor wheeled and ran back to the tragic scene. "He's suicidal; I cannot interfere," he managed to gasp out. "He's going north in the city. I need someone to come with me."</p><p>     Leeroy and Roanna rounded a corner to find a large crowd gathering around the Qeynos Claymore. People were pointing and talking. "Let me through, what happened here?" the young Barbarian entreated and demanded. But then he could see and wished he hadn't. From a rope tied to the hilt of the giant sword sculpture dangled the body of the Elder Mystic. Roanna screamed and fainted; Leeroy for the first time in his adult life became physically ill at the sight of death. One thing had cascaded into unspeakable tragedy on that day; he determined to leave and never return.</p><p>     The authorities were summoned;  Leeroy explained as best he could what had happened. Treissae, Gwenna, and Gareth backed up his story. Roanna was too distraught to be coherent.  The Inquisitor paced around the room and finally opened the book that Tabaar had given him. In it he found the reason why Tabaar felt responsible.  "If only I had caught his hand when he fell in that well in Stormhold," the shaman had written on the front page, "None of this would have happened."</p>

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<p>     The Inquisitor sat and read the diary, trying to understand the events that had somehow lead up to this horrible day.  Treissae had tried to comfort him, but he had asked to be left alone for a while.  He leafed through the entries; the scrawled entry page had struck a chord in him <em>exactly what I was dreaming about, </em>he thought.  He read about the training Mystics took, and how Tabaar had struck up a friendship with a young Human Paladin.  They became inseparable and a circle of friends had joined forces to invade Stormhold to beat back the evil there.</p><p>     But they were young, impetuous and unskilled yet, and when the Paladin had stepped on a loose board and fallen in a well, the rest of the group had been unable to save him from vicious creatures waiting below.  Tabaar had just missed catching his friend's hand as he slipped, and he blamed himself for the Paladin's death.  Leeroy frowned and wondered what this had to do.... aha... the Paladin had been the brother of Jimbob's father!  He read on and found that Jimbob's father had despised and hated Tabaar from that day out, and kept his family far from Qeynos. But chance had crossed his path with Tabaar's again, resulting in Jimbob leaving home to become a Mystic.</p><p>    Leeroy sat and pondered all this.  Jimbob's father had disowned him. He had become crazed and that was why Roanna had come to Qeynos with the other two children.  Tabaar felt guilty over this also.  What else?  He read on and realized that Jimbob had been unable to save Tabaar's son Tyndall during a battle for Qeynos being waged in the sewers.  Maybe Jimbob and his father had just buried guilt feelings until they became mentally unbalanced? None of this was any comfort as he waited for the authorities to release the bodies for burial.  But everything was wrong. That thought echoed in his mind. <em>It's all wrong, everything's wrong... </em></p><p><em>     </em>It was like a bolt of lightning hit him and illuminated his mind. He got up like a sleepwalker and made his way back to Graystone Yard to the apartment he shared with Treissae. She followed him, anxious, at a distance.  He opened the bag containing his Inquisitor's helmet and drew it forth, turning it to face front to him.  He prised out the stone and dropped it in a small pouch, replacing the helm in its hidden location. He turned to Treissae. "I have to take a trip. I can't have ye follow me.  Just trust me." Without a further word he grabbed his pack and left their home. He heard Treissae call out to him. Leeroy didn't look back; he knew now what he had to do and to look back would break his resolve.</p><p>     At Stormhold he searched for the well where the accident had occurred so long before.  He knew he'd found it when he saw a barbarian wraith floating above it, gibbering and wailing.  Tabaar would not know rest, ever, until Norrath itself was gone ages hence... the Inquisitor shuddered with repressed grief.  He knew what he had to do... and the price might be his own life, or that of anyone he cared about.  He drew forth the small pouch and took out the stone, holding it up. It glowed brightly. "Karana, ye gave me this stone and I feel I must use it. Stop me now if I am wrong."  Leeroy closed his eyes upon the world he knew and squeezed the gem. With a crack and a flash it disappeared...</p><p>    </p>

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<p>     The shock of the cold water took his breath away. He came to the surface gasping and sputtering; where was she? He finally saw a bundle of furs floating and struck out toward the object; it was the Wood Elf. She was in deep shock and unresponsive as he frantically pushed her in front of him toward the nearest shore.  A pair of Barbarian men reached out to take hold of her as the ice around him shifted, and one caught his arm just as it started to close up, dragging the half-frozen Inquisitor up onto the sloping beach.</p><p>     "Save her, please save her," he entreated through chattering teeth.  "We'll do all we can," replied the older of the two.  They placed Treissae by the fire and bundled her with dry furs.  The younger man threw the Inquisitor a fur robe and indicated the fireside.   The shivering Barbarian sat down and watched the older man... a shaman? as he worked.  It took a while but the young woman came around. "Where am I?" she asked. "Back in camp," replied the older Barbarian.   "One of these pilgrims rescued ye."  "Oh..." she dropped back into sleep.  "And who are ye?" asked the younger of the two men of the Inquisitor. "Well, it's awkward, but I am not sure." "What do ye mean?"  "I think I lost my memory...or maybe regained some. I used to live in Freeport, but.." The younger Barbarian jumped to his feet, drawing his sword. "YE WHAT?" "Sit down, Tyndall. He has shown no hostility and this is neutral ground." "Yes, Father," Tyndall replied and backed off.</p><p>     The Inquisitor took another look at the two men. Yes, they definitely were father and son.  Even the same beard, although the elder's was grizzled white and the younger's brown.  Tyndall, was that the younger one's name? Strange, how that seemed familiar.  "I am no threat to anyone here," he said.  "Ye still haven't told us who ye are," the older man retorted. "But I will.  I am the Elder Mystic of Graystone Yard. My charge here, this Wood Elf, traveled with us to memorialize the fallen Northman who saved her from the clutches of Lucan d'Lere.  Ye saved her life today and for that we are grateful. But I must insist on knowing yer name."</p><p>     The Inquisitor drew a deep breath. Somewhere along the way he had realized that he had been called Leeroy at some time. Was that true or just some false impulse? He decided to use it and see.  "My name is Leeroy."  The Elder Mystic dropped his spear in the snow and stared. Then he shook his head. "It isn't possible. No. Leeroy, look at me. Do ye know me?"  Leeroy squinted and tilted his head at the man. It was like he was supposed to know...  "I am Tabaar Hammersmite. Could ye be my nephew?" The young Northman felt a mental curtain parted and he KNEW...oh he knew... "Uncle Tabaar?" then the Elder Mystic enveloped him in a bear hug.</p><p>     "Twenty years! Twenty years and ye come back from the dead! Tyndall, this is the reason we came here; I never dreamed this day could come."  Tabaar stepped back and regarded his nephew.  "Ye were just a lad when yer parents set off on a trip and never came back."  Leeroy stared down at the ground. "I don't remember a lot but our wagon was attacked, they were killed and I was taken into the Dark Elf slavetrade. They traded me to Freeport in return for whatever it is Freeport provides them. I was mindwiped and made a trainee in the Temple of War. Only recently I got a clockwork that malfunctioned and shocked me in my bath. When I woke up I had dual memories and since that day I have been trying to find out who I am."</p><p>    "I rescued Treissae there from Freeport and her portal spell she cast upon me I activated when I was about to be executed for treason. Instead of the hereafter I found myself in Commonlands and I made my way here to meditate and try to understand myself."  "Did ye say ye rescued this Wood Elf? She believes ye dead; this is truly a miracle," Tyndall broke in.  Just then a murmur from by the fire "What? Who rescued me?" "It was Leeroy," replied Tyndall. "Can I talk to him?"  Leeroy knelt down. He felt unworthy and more ashamed than anyone knew. He knew what he would have done before he broke the mental control over him... "Yes, Treissae?" he said softly. She stared up at him, unbelieving. "You look exactly like the Inquisitor who saved me in Freeport except you're missing your beard," she whispered. "I shaved my chin to alter my appearance," he replied. "But they said you were executed!" "Yer portal spell saved me, Treissae. I will be eternally grateful to ye and I owe ye my life also."</p><p>     The Wood Elf began to cry tears of happiness.  She had stronger feelings about this Halasian man than she had admitted to herself... why, she didn't know. But all she wanted at this moment was for him to hold her to him.</p><p>     Leeroy felt a lump in his throat and the impulse to reach out to Treissae was overwhelming him...so he did, hugging her to him as his own emotions overflowed into deep sobs. Some part of him was terribly embarrassed but another knew that the Men of Halas never hid their feelings from anyone.  Strange, too, that he felt he had been here before, like in another life. But no, that was just not possible.  He looked up to see Tabaar and Tyndall smiling at him. Hammersmite! He was of Clan Hammersmite! Never again would he lack for a place, for folks to call his own clan, his own people.</p>

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<p>    "What did ye do in Freeport? Didn't ye say ye were a trainee in their Temple?" Tabaar wanted to know. Leeroy nodded. "I'll show ye." He walked down the beach to a cairn of stones at a cliff base, returning carrying a large rucksack.  "I was tested in some way for my aptitude, I suppose," he explained, drawing forth a peaked helmet. </p><p>     "An Inquisitor?" Tyndall broke in. "Aye, that is what I am," Leeroy replied.  "Although now I do not serve Freeport and I follow Karana, not the likes of Innoruuk."  Tabaar stroked his beard, mulling it over.  "Nothing to be done right now, anyhow.  Ye are kin, and family, and clan. No matter what." </p><p>     "Ah, there they are," the Elder Mystic remarked, pointing. Leeroy looked in that direction and saw a Kerra man and a Dwarf woman carrying a deer carcass slung between them.  "Good, there'll be venison tonight. I was starting to get hungry," Tyndall said. "Ye're always hungry!" his father retorted.  "Being a Guardian takes a lot of energy!" "Well, use some of that motivation and help them butcher that deer."</p><p>     "While my son makes himself useful, let me introduce ye to the others. Leeroy, this is Redclaw, an old friend of mine, and the lady is Kebia." "Good day," nodded the Kerra.  The Dwarf woman raised her sword. "Marr's blessing on you."  Tabaar indicated Leeroy. "Remember how I was coming here every year, trying to find out what happened to my sister's family?  This man rescued Treissae; she fell in Everstorm Bay. It turns out that he is my nephew."  </p><p>     Over roasted venison the party compared notes and took stock of the situation. "We are done here. Unless any of ye need anything, we should head back toward Faydark in the morning," announced the Elder Mystic.  "I will take first watch, Tyndall second, Kebia third, Redclaw fourth.  Leeroy, if anyone is indisposed or needs assistance, ye're next." The Inquisitor nodded.  "Everyone is responsible for their campmate. Ye check on each other regularly," Tabaar instructed.</p><p>     Each person bedded down in furs around the campfire except for Tabaar. He sat, weapons ready, with his back to the cliff face.  Leeroy was just drifting off when he heard a small sound from Treissae.  He looked over to see her shivering. "Why don't ye move toward me?" he murmured. "Way too cold for ye, obviously."  She dragged her bedding over to where the Inquisitor reclined on one elbow. "Survival's more important than propriety. I promise I won't take advantage of ye."   Treissae carefully moved back against the Northman and relaxed as she stopped shaking from cold.  He was true to his word and made no advances.  Leeroy was quite distracted but managed to fall asleep after a while. </p><p>     The Wood Elf was shocked to wakefulness by a commotion; there was a fight going on in camp!  Tyndall was turning back an attack by bandits; his father had already taken down one.  Redclaw and Kebia hit the other two from behind while their attention was on the Guardian, cutting them down where they stood. "Good work," Tyndall approved.  "Never could stand thieves." He looked around at the others. Leeroy was over to one side, on his knees, clearly in a lot of distress.</p><p>     "Nephew, are ye all right?" Tabaar said in a worried tone.  He took a closer look. "Oh, gods no...get over here, the rest of ye. He's got an arrow in his side!"  As the others ran over, the Inquisitor slowly collapsed. "Is he still alive?" "What can we do?" "Yes he's alive but not for long if we can't get that removed and the bleeding controlled."  The Elder Mystic worked frantically to save his nephew.  He got the shaft of the arrow out and handed it to Redclaw just as Tyndall blanched and shook his head. "I can't find a pulse now," he announced. "Kebia, get on that," ordered the Mystic. The Dwarf complied as Tabaar breathed for him.  "Now while I do this," he said, "get that arrowhead out, Redclaw." The Kerra quickly worked his way down to find it lodged between two ribs and partway in a lung.</p><p>      After removing it, Redclaw quickly began to stitch the wound closed as Tabaar stanched the bleeding with healing magic.  "All right, Kebia, stop a few moments."  The Dwarf did and Tyndall felt around. "It's there! Faint, but he's got a pulse."  Tabaar sat up and watched Leeroy's chest rise and fall.  He sighed with relief and checked the wound.  "All right I think we got it. Thank ye so much all of ye." "Ooh..." "He's coming around!"</p><p>     Leeroy had felt a fiery pain in his side as the attack commenced. As the highwaymen ran in, intent on their attack, the rest of the party had met them with fierce resistance.  Only when the brigands were thwarted did the others look his way. He had tried to get up but a wave of weakness pulled him down to the ground as his consciousness faded away.  Then what seemed like seconds later the world swam back into focus, with himself lying on the ground surrounded by the others.  They seemed very pleased about something. "I think...maybe I was hit by an arrow..." he croaked.</p><p>     Tabaar leaned over him. "Yes, ye were. But we got it out all right and now ye're fine." The Elder Mystic turned quickly away, but not quickly enough, and strode down the beach a ways. "Huh? Why did he walk away?" Leeroy wanted to know.  Kebia very quietly said, "He didn't want you to see him crying." "What would he do that for?" "I don't know how to put this, so I'll say it plain. You very nearly died.  If it weren't for Tabaar's expertise, you would have."  The Inquisitor levered himself up on one elbow, fighting dizziness as he did so. "Tyndall, help me up."</p><p>     The Elder Mystic stood looking over Everstorm Bay, trying to regain his composure.  He was physically exhausted and emotionally drained. A crunching of gravel announced he had company. "Let me be alone for a while," the grizzled Northman said without turning. "I just wanted to thank ye for saving me," came an unexpected voice. He spun around. "Leeroy! Ye shouldn't be up and about!"  The Inquisitor swayed on his feet, steadied, and stepped forward to embrace his uncle.  "I don't have the words to express how grateful I am.  I owe a debt to all of ye.  However I can attempt to repay it, I will."</p>

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<p>     Treissae turned to Kebia. "I don't understand...he was badly injured and now he's walking around like it never happened."  "The Northmen are very hardy people; they cannot abide weakness least of all in themselves. And he is paying a price for pushing himself; watch when he comes back over here," replied the Dwarf woman.</p><p>     Despite the cold, sweat dripped from Leeroy's face and hair, and his skin had a gray tinge to it as he gingerly sat back down by the campfire, wincing in pain.  The Wood Elf came over and asked if there was anything she could do to help. "Nay, but thank ye Treissae. Just being alive and able to still see ye in this world is enough." He ducked his head, clearly embarrassed at his own words.</p><p>     "No question of getting any more rest; it's getting light already," Tyndall stated.  "The boat will be here soon anyhow and we can head to Butcherblock Bay to take ye back to yer home."  "No need to go out of your way," Treissae remarked. "I was going home because I was only here to pay my respects to a man I thought was dead.  But..." her eyes filled with tears and she wordlessly indicated the young Inquisitor sitting by the fire. Tabaar walked over as he noticed the exchange.  "Ye can go wherever ye want, young lady."  She turned to see the Elder Mystic kneel down by his nephew and look him over. "How do ye feel, Leeroy?" "Like I was in a bar brawl with six Ogres."  Tabaar chuckled and said, "Yer sense of humor is showing. I think ye'll be all right."</p><p>     "If no one objects, we will set sail for Qeynos today," the grizzled Northman announced.  He stood back and watched the others board ship, paying particular attention to what his nephew did and how Treissae looked at him.  If his instincts were accurate, something was brewing between them. He smiled to himself; the Elder Mystic had always been a romantic at heart.  And if he read his nephew right, Leeroy had the singular inability to do anything halfway.  He would be totally devoted to whatever woman he gave his heart to.</p><p>     Leeroy was very nervous as he eyed the Wood Elf. What if she noticed him watching her? Just then the Dwarf wandered past. "I forgot to thank ye for helping save me.  Tabaar said ye kept me alive..." Kebia nodded. "I am a Paladin and have training in lifesaving techniques. By the way, your determination to survive was a big factor." "I don't remember a thing, though."  "Nevertheless, you fought hard to stay with us. I was surprised you even were alive when we got to you. That arrow was a nasty barbed one made to go through a large animal. It was embedded between two ribs and partway through your left lung. It was less than half an inch from your heart."  Leeroy shuddered, thinking about his close call. "And Redclaw is quick and accurate with wound care," Kebia continued. "He is one of the better druids I know."</p><p>     The Inquisitor stood on the center deck and waved for everyone's attention. "I want to repeat my appreciation and undying gratitude to ye all. I would not be here if it weren't for folks who had only just met me doing everything they could." He took a deep breath and plunged on. "I thank ye all from the depths of my being.  If I can do anything for any of ye, I will. That is a solemn vow on my honor. Again, thank ye so much..."  His vision blurred and then he felt a hand in his. "I'm so glad you're all right," said the Wood Elf.</p><p>     They arrived in Qeynos Harbor and disembarked to find that Leeroy wasn't exactly welcome there. "I should have known," Tabaar muttered.  "They won't do business with anyone from Freeport and if ye go into the north end of town, near the castle, there are guards who will attack ye if they suspect ye to be from an opposing city." Leeroy shrugged. "I am no harm to anyone here." "They don't know that. We'll see if we can just walk through the gates to Graystone Yard."</p><p>     The party arrived in the home village of Northmen and Dwarves to find that basically no one paid Leeroy any mind. There was no guard check and no catcalls or insults from folks on the street. Leeroy looked around and realized that he knew this place. "Uncle? I was born here, wasn't I?" Tabaar nodded. "Aye, ye were, to my sister Leeanora and her husband Roynald." The Inquisitor drank in the sight of the place. "So that's where I got my name. Clever...I just wish that they hadn't traveled that day and..." Leeroy couldn't continue. He gritted his teeth to keep his composure.  "Well, ye're among friends and clan, now," the Elder Mystic remarked. "Hmm... we need to find ye a place to stay for now. And I believe I know just where to go. I have a friend that owes me a big favor."</p><p>     Tabaar led Leeroy, Treissae and Kebia to a small house near the bank.  "Here's where Reesling lives. He doesn't get out a lot so he is always interested in stories and traveling tales. I must caution ye, Leeroy and Treissae, to be ready. He has an ... odd... sense of humor about himself; he should have been a rogue, not a bard."  He knocked on the door and stood close as it opened. "Hello, Reesling." "Why, hello there, Tabaar. Come in, come in, and yer friends also."  A Barbarian man, about Tabaar's age, stood in the shadows and gestured them in.  "Please find yerself seats," he said in a melodious baritone.</p><p>     "Who do we have here today?" Reesling asked as he took a slow step forward. Leeroy looked up and gaped. Treissae stifled a gasp of dismay.  Reesling was blind.  Very obviously so...he was missing his eyes.  To their mortification, Reesling chuckled. "Aye, ye see I don't, eh? When I was young and stupid this happened.  But enough about me.  Tabaar, would ye do me the favor?" "Of course, of course. Kebia is at your left in the second chair, and to the right is Leeroy, my nephew." "Ye found him? What great news!" "Aye, and to Leeroy's right is Treissae, a Wood Elf who Leeroy met in Freeport."  Reesling walked a few steps forward, reached unerringly for a chair, and sat down.  "Tell me everything.  I love a good story," he remarked.</p><p>     "That's an amazing story," the bard said later. "But I am remiss; I haven't offered any of ye refreshments."  He padded into the kitchen and they heard the clink of glassware.  Soon he was back with a tray of glasses containing apple juice. "How do ye do that?" Leeroy wanted to know. "I mean.. balance the tray without seeing what ye are doing."  "A lot of practice with a tray and metal mugs. I have to be as independent as possible, and I am always learning new ways to substitute for sight, even after thirty years. But can I ask ye a favor, young man?" "Yes, certainly." "Come over to me."</p><p>     Leeroy felt a bit apprehensive but he did what the blind bard asked.  "Please kneel down right in front of me; I want to find out what ye look like." The Inquisitor was puzzled but did so. Reesling reached out slowly and found Leeroy's shoulders. Then he carefully traced his way up the young Northman's face with his fingers, nodding to himself as he did. "Definitely his mother's son, Tabaar," he stated. "Similar facial structure. Leeroy, is yer hair brown? And yer eyes green?"  "Aye."  "But he has darker skin than me or Tyndall," Tabaar added. "That would be his father's side of the family."</p><p>     "Reesling, we came to ask ye a favor. Can ye put my nephew up for a while? At least until we sort things out?"  "Well of course. It gets boring around here with nothing to do, no one to talk to, no one to read to me." "Do you go out and do your own shopping and such?" Treissae wanted to know. Reesling smiled. "Aye, and I think I hear yer unspoken question. No, I don't go distracting folks with my disability." He got up and walked into another room and came back with a small jar. "If they didn't start giving me headaches in a few hours, I might wear them all the time." He tipped the jar onto the table, cupping his hand around it to keep the contents from rolling far. "There they are," he stated. "I had those made for me by a Gnome who made dolls and clockworks. He was good with glass." Reesling held up two glass eyes. "I had Tabaar describe what color they should be; I wanted them to match the original ones."  The bard dipped them in a glass of water and worked them in one by one, blinked a few times, and turned back to the others. "How's this?"</p><p>If they hadn't seen him without the glass eyes they would never have guessed.  Reesling wore a roguish grin and he seemed to be looking directly at the Wood Elf. "Wouldn't do to scare the ladies and children," he laughed.  "I used to be pretty down about this, but a certain Mystic made me think. He said I should count my blessings. I could have lost my hearing, or had my hands crippled, or had my tongue cut out, like a bard I met once. Instead I lost the one sense that I don't need to play my music and sing. Speaking of that, let me get my lute."</p><p>    Reesling had a beautiful singing voice with a lot of range up and down.  He played very well on stringed instruments; besides a lute he had a guitar and several other instruments of his own invention. "I can sing for my supper," he remarked after one ballad. "I do tend to sing martial music or dirges. Very good for funerals. But I can do upbeat tunes also; it's actually a fun challenge to do a wedding for instance." He stood up and stretched. "But performing gives me an appetite. Let's go see if we can find some lunch."</p>

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<p>     Reesling swung his walking stick in an arc as he moved at a brisk walk. "Right down the street here is a great little place. I sing there quite often."  He stopped and turned, reaching out to touch the corner of a building. "Here we are," he remarked.  Inside they seated themselves at a trestle table. The server came over with menus, which she handed to everyone but the bard. "Hello Reesling, will you be having the usual?" "Yes, please. And please bring us a round of ale."  After everyone had ordered,  Reesling hoisted his mug. "To old friends and new."</p><p>     They sat and talked for hours; there was so much to catch up on.  "How did ye get out of Freeport after ye returned?" asked the bard. "I used the sewers," replied Leeroy. "Didn't they activate the flashbangers?" Reesling wanted to know. "Aye, but how did ye know..." "I will explain, but how did ye avoid their effects? Did ye just get really lucky?" "No," replied the Inquisitor, "I knew they were there and I took precautions.  I blindfolded myself and felt my way through."</p><p>     Reesling took a deep breath as he composed a reply.  "I can only wish I had known. But let me start at the beginning. I was a young idealist, bent on helping those under Lucan's thumb to escape their circumstances. I did succeed so well that extra patrols were set up, and I even avoided those. But I had no idea about the security system being installed in the Thieves Way.</p><p>     "I was doing one last smuggling operation before my wedding a week hence.  A Human family, plus their Kerra servant, were my charges.  We were to the hatch to freedom, and the Kerra servant climbed out first to help the children and their mother out. Then the father. His body blocked the hatch just as I turned to look back down the passage for signs of pursuit. I  heard a rattling noise from above me and I looked up to see an object drop out of a pipe. It hit the floor of the culvert."  The bard's expression turned grim. "It's the last thing I ever saw.  The flash burned my eyes and I must have been screaming; the Kerra servant risked his life to come back in and grab me to drag me out."</p><p>     Treissae shuddered in horror. "But how did you get back here? How did you escape?"  "The Kerra dragged me to the wagon we planned to use and put me in the back.  He knocked me out with some drug he had with him; I was still making a lot of noise. The Humans drove the wagon all night to get us away from Freeport's area.  All I remember is waking up in a lot of pain most of the way back to Qeynos." </p><p>     "Tabaar came out to meet me and had to see me like that," Reesling sighed. "Just newly authorized as a Mystic and he gets the worst case he's ever seen."  Tabaar broke in, "Ye know I would have tried everything again, friend."  "Oh, I know. And ye did. But the damage was so bad, and the pain was so severe, I couldn't take it anymore. I asked for resolution or grace." The Elder Mystic nodded to the others, tears in his eyes. "Aye, he asked me to take away the pain or kill him right there and then.  I could only think of one way to do it. I didn't want him to die and I didn't want to do what had to be done. But he pleaded and begged, and I cannot refuse under the laws of the North."</p><p>      "This isn't pleasant, but ye have to hear it.  I drugged him into a heavy sleep and removed his damaged eyes myself. Then I drank myself into a stupor. All we could do was wait and hope it worked." "I woke up and at first didn't know where I was," Reesling remarked.  "I couldn't seem to open my eyes and I was disoriented. But the pain was gone." "I dreaded hearing what he would say when I told him, but he remained calm," Tabaar said.  "It's really strange I know but when Tabaar told me what he had done I didn't really react," Reesling continued.  "Now I know I was in shock but then we thought I was just taking it well."</p><p>     "They took me to my home and told my betrothed the news. She came to see me, ran out of the room, and sent a message by courier to Tabaar. It said 'I can't handle this.' I never heard from her again."  "Oh, I'm so sorry," Treissae murmured. "It was for the best, maybe," answered the bard.  "I heard later that she married a carpet salesman and they moved to Maj'Dul.  Rumor was he came back without her, that she found a richer man."</p><p>     "It had to have been a very hard time for ye," Leeroy said. "How did ye manage to stay sane?"  "I had a lot of support from friends and my family.  My mother was still alive then and she helped me by coming over and cleaning, cooking and the like. That Kerra servant who rescued me, the Human family he was contracted to released him and he is still a good friend.  So many friends willing to help...I have been very lucky. I did go through some hard times and they helped me endure."</p><p>     "All my music was written down, no use to me now.  Tabaar found a clockwork maker and had a recordbot made for me, so I could practice and have the bot repeat back my words and inflection plus the beat.  Everyone encouraged me to sing even when I didn't want to even get out of bed.  It took several years for me to get to where I had been before the accident; I had to relearn a lot.  But I wasn't going to be a burden on anyone.  So I agreed to publicly sing in taverns in Qeynos in exchange for meals.  Extra money I get from doing special events. Not a bad existence actually."</p><p>     "But...yes there are days I think about it, what happened.  And yes, I miss seeing the world around me.  Most of all I do miss being taken for granted; that might be a strange thing to hear but having folks treat me as different because I am blind is one of the things that bothers me most.  I am still Reesling the Halasian bard.   Nothing has changed about me except for my life experiences." Then his expression softened. "And I guess I'm older, too, and wiser maybe."</p>

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<p>      Kebia took Treissae to show her available apartments; meanwhile, Leeroy got settled in at Reesling's place. "This is the guest room, which ye can arrange to yer liking. All I ask is that ye never move anything anywhere else in the house without telling me first." Leeroy readily agreed. He realized that the bard had to have a mental map of his surroundings, and if something was misplaced he could easily trip over it, or break it.  "Ye will need to buy some candles or lamps; I only have the ones in the front room that Tabaar lights when he brings guests." </p><p>       After she picked out a small furnished room, Treissae sat down and wrote a letter to her parents, detailing events and promising to come visit soon. She posted it down at the corner past the bank as the Dwarf paladin came looking for her. "My husband is back from his fishing trip with his father and uncle, and his mother is cooking up a fish dinner now. Everyone's invited."  The Wood Elf was curious. "I never heard of Dwarves being interested in fishing." Kebia smiled. "That's because they're not Dwarves. But come along and meet them."</p><p>       Everyone had gathered at a large residence in South Qeynos. Tabaar, Tyndall, Redclaw, Reesling, Leeroy, and several humans who Treissae had not met.  "Folks, this is Treissae," announced Tabaar.  "And in turn,  Archant Stormwalker, his wife Roanna, and his brother Bolwyn.  And by Kebia is Archant and Roanna's oldest son, Jimbob."  "Hello all," the Wood Elf said shyly.  "Dinner is about ready; come on in and sit down," Roanna directed.</p><p>      Treissae sat down by Leeroy and took stock of the human family. The men were bearded and the two older ones wore the emblem of Qeynos Paladins.  Jimbob on the other hand had the same crest on his shirt that Tabaar did.  A human Mystic, then.  He was Kebia's husband? Strange.  Her guess was confirmed when Jimbob sat down by the Dwarf and nuzzled her affectionately. </p><p>      Reesling still stood in the doorway, lute in hand.  "Before we eat, I want to play something." "Of course, dear," Roanna remarked. Everyone turned to watch and listen. </p><p>"The passage of time is bittersweet,"</p><p>"And I remember the days of yore,"</p><p>"The voices of those who I meet,"</p><p>"Still can make my heart soar,"</p><p>"I wonder sometimes if they know how greatly I value them,"</p><p>"Neither the years nor the days can change the ways of good friends, old and new."</p><p>"When I hear the knock on the door,"</p><p>"As sure as bees' honey is sweet,"</p><p>"One friend, two, maybe more,"</p><p>"Are here for me to greet,"</p><p>"I only can say that I dearly love them one and all,"</p><p>"Neither the years nor the days can change the ways of good friends, old and new."</p>

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<p>     After a couple of days, Tabaar noticed a pattern. Leeroy would leave town for a few hours, coming back in the afternoon looking like he put in a full day of hard work.  Then he'd clean up and visit with Reesling for a bit, then meet Treissae for a date.  The Elder Mystic wondered about the morning's activities but he did respect the younger Northman's privacy. However, the matter was made clear when Leeroy came to see him to ask some advice. </p><p>    "Uncle, I found this today. I've never seen anything like it." Leeroy held out a bluish crystal about the size of his thumbnail. "It was in a cliff face where the river undercut it near the aqueduct," he continued. "Ye see, I've been trying to find something to have made into a pendant for Treissae." "Let's take it to a Dwarf mining expert I know; he's right here in Graystone."</p><p>     "Hello and good day to you," a Dwarf greeted them as they neared the excavation. "Leeroy, this is Gruffin Goldtooth. Gruffin, this is my nephew."  "Pleased to meet you. What can I do for the Elder Mystic today?" "Show him, Leeroy." The Inquisitor did so. "Hmm.. that is a strange rock. Where did you say you got it?" "Near the aqueduct in a cliff face."  The Dwarf examined the stone closely and turned it toward the sun, then dipped it in a bucket of water. "Aha. I honestly didn't know these existed so close to Qeynos.  Young man, you have found the biggest blue diamond I have ever seen."</p><p>     <em>Blue diamond?</em> Leeroy wondered. "Are those rare or something?"  "Aye, they are, and for one to be this big and good quality is nearly unheard-of.  This is worth a fortune; a person could live like a nobleman on the money this would bring."  The young priest paced back and forth. It was tempting but he had privately pledged he would find a fine stone and make a promise pendant for Treissae. He gave a deep sigh and said, "I'm not selling it. I want to have it cut and made into a pendant." "Aye, lad, if that's what you want, I can do it. I have a century's experience at this sort of thing."</p><p>      When they were out of earshot Leeroy said to Tabaar, "A <em>century? </em>How long do Dwarves live anyhow?"  "Oh, about 200 years or so, sometimes a bit more.  I've met one 250 years old. They think we Northmen are like dayflies, here and gone before ye know it. But we do pack a lot of living into our lifespans in my opinion." "What determines lifespan?" the Inquisitor wanted to know. "Well, each race seems to  have strengths and weaknesses built in that partly determine that, and maybe their creators made them that way too.  For instance, elves are weak physically but they do live for centuries, while we are strong but we don't live past 90 years except very rarely."  "Why is that? We don't take ill easily; we are big and strong."  "Aye but there's the rub.  Our size means we have a lot of hard work to do to stay alive.  Mostly it's a question of blood flow. Our hearts just wear out and give out.  Nothing to be helped."</p><p>      Leeroy pensively mulled this over in private for many hours; he didn't even sleep that night. He had not even thought about the lifespan difference. How old was Treissae? She looked young but that didn't mean a lot.  She had mentioned her parents were concerned over her life choices so she must be fairly young but again Feir'Dal aging would be at a slower rate.  For all he knew she was older than Gruffin the Dwarf.  But this wasn't his real concern. What bothered him was that if he were to propose to her, and she accept, how long would he be able to remain in this world? Would the mere decades be worth it to her? Would it be fair to her?</p><p>       In the end he decided to appeal to a higher power.  Leeroy had long ago learned that body posture influenced soul posture, so  he crouched low as he could in a corner and bowed his head, entreating Karana to give him some sort of guidance in the matter. "I need some sort of sign of what to do.  I love her but her best interests have to come first.  Please help me to see this through and whatever happens, accept and understand." As he stood up again, the young Northman got the distinct impression that he was supposed to stay with and protect the Wood Elf, no matter what. "I love her so much..." his voice trailed off. Then, "I will do what ye command, Stormfather."</p>

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<p>     Treissae checked the mail and this time she had a letter from home.  After she got back to her apartment she excitedly tore off the seal and began to read. But the content was not what she expected. It was on her parents' stationery but.... all the blood drained from her face and she sat down, whispering "oh, no...."</p><p>     The letter read, <em>My dear Treissae, I can only suppose you have forgotten that I expected you back here and married to me by this time.  Well, since you have seen fit to gallivant with some barbarian, I have taken matters into my own hands.  Your parents are my guests until such time as you come to your senses and do the right thing.  I cannot guarantee their continued comfort for very long as I am not a patient man.  So you will agree that it is best that you make haste back here to ensure your father and mother continue to pursue long lives.  I am having  your mother add a message so you believe me. And I know you are intelligent and won't make the mistake of showing anyone this letter or telling its contents.</em></p><p><em>             Your future husband, Jerath</em></p><p>     <em>Please do as he says, Treissae....</em></p><p><em>  </em></p><p><em>     </em>She packed in a frenzy, tears streaming down her face. How could this be? Her parents held hostage so she could be forced into a marriage she didn't want...Treissae wept bitterly and tried to fathom such evil. How could she have so misconstrued the situation? Jerath had never shown a lot of interest; indeed, it was her parents and his trying to arrange a match. What was he after, and how or why had he changed so much?  And what was she to do now about Leeroy?  Treissae realized she had fallen in love with the Northman, and she suspected he felt the same.  Now that dream was only ashes.</p><p>      The morning had nearly become afternoon before Leeroy came awake with a start.  He hurriedly dressed, got something to eat, then went to see Gruffin about that pendant.  "Aye, young man, it's ready."  The dwarf opened a box and took out a sparkling gem set in a gold necklace. "Here ye are." The Inquisitor stared at the jewel. "It's beautiful," he murmured. "She'll love it, I hope. Gruffin, what do I owe ye?"  "Don't worry about it; Tabaar took care of the details."</p><p>      The Wood Elf had to tell someone she was leaving, so she stopped at Tabaar's door and luckily he was there.  "What is it, child?" he wanted to know.  "Tabaar, I got a letter from home and I have to go back to Kelethin as quickly as I can." Tabaar furrowed his brow in concern. "Is there an emergency?" "I have to go home and.... I have to marry the man they want me to..."  The Elder Mystic did a double take.  "What? And what are ye going to tell my nephew?" Treissae's lip quivered as she struggled to frame a reply. "I... I don't know.." "Child, he is going to be heartbroken. And ye have to tell him. I will get a druid to send ye to yer homeland. Ye have to do the rest."</p><p>      Leeroy moved quickly through the streets and tried Treissae's door. No one home? Strange. He headed over to Tabaar's house and to his surprise the Wood Elf was there. "Treissae!  I am so glad to see ye. How..." then he saw the look on her face and stopped abruptly in confusion.  "What is wrong?" he asked.  Treissae began to sob, shaking her head. "Ye have to tell him," Tabaar remarked. "Tell me what?" Leeroy felt the first pricklings of dread. "Oh, Leeroy, they're making me come home and... and... I have to marry Jerath!"</p><p>     His face flushed deeply as the full realization set in.  "Do ye know what I came to see ye for? I was going to ask ye to marry me.  Good thing I didn't make a fool of myself. I won't wish ye ill but I will not congratulate ye."   Treissae saw the pain and reproach in Leeroy's eyes and began to cry anew. "Aye, cry all ye want, but ye have made a choice. I have none.  I made a promise to Karana that I would protect ye and I will." </p>

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<p>    The druid's spell placed them at the ring of stones in western Greater Faydark.   Treissae looked around and saw Leeroy there behind her, his face like stone as he stared at the eastern horizon. "Don't talk to me," he grated. "Just lead the way."</p><p>     It wasn't too far and soon they reached one of the acorn lifts. The Wood Elf walked in and waited for the Barbarian to follow.  He ducked inside and stood against a wall.  The lift rose toward the treetops and the city of Kelethin.  Leeroy's shoulders were knotted with tension and he nearly jumped when the platform docked with a slight thump.  Treissae got her pack and walked out into the city. He followed at a distance, watching for danger as was his habit.  They came up a bridge, then another, into a residential area. </p><p>     Treissae realized that Jerath might see Leeroy. Hopefully he wouldn't equate him with her, and cause any harm to her parents. What could she do?  But the Inquisitor solved that problem with an unexpected question. "Is that yer parents' home?" "Yes." "All right then I will take my leave of ye. Have a good life," he said in a low tone. "What will you do?" "I don't know, but once ye are wed to another man I will not be able to abide the sight of ye." Leeroy turned away and to Treissae's shock began to weep, his shoulders shaking from the effort.  He waved his hand in a peremptory gesture. "Just go."</p><p>     She took a few steps toward the door, looked back, then took a few more. The door opened and there was Jerath, hands on hips. "Where have you been? Get in here now!" Treissae hesitated and started to look back. Jerath grabbed her by the front of her blouse and slapped her in the face, hard.  "I said get in here, and you had better obey!" In shock and pain she saw her parents were guarded by Jerath's parents. "Now before witnesses we will become man and wife."</p><p>     What was he to do? Jump? Try to live a meaningless life? But before he could stop himself he looked back for one last glimpse of the woman he had fallen deeply in love with. To his utter horror, a Wood Elf man - Jerath? grabbed her by the arm and backhanded her. Leeroy flew into a rage and ran full-tilt into the just-closed door, bursting it off its hinges and half-falling into the house. All at once he saw the man who was mistreating Treissae, and two more men and women. </p><p>    "Get him!" yelled Jerath as he dragged Treissae in front of him.  Leeroy had lost all semblance of a civilized being, and the two who rushed him with daggers drawn didn't have a change. He grabbed the man and woman, slamming them together so hard that blood splashed the walls. He dropped the bodies and pivoted toward Jerath, who now held a knife to Treissae's throat.  Without hesitation the Inquisitor let out a bloodcurdling yell that caused the male Wood Elf to drop his weapon and turn to run.  Leeroy spun him around and punched him in the throat then broke his neck.</p><p>     The red rage faded abruptly and Leeroy stared, aghast at what he had done. He spun around and stumbled out the splintered door and ran through Kelethin, stopping in the market square in despair.  <em>Time to wait for the guards and yer punishment.  </em>How could he face anyone now? Tabaar would disown him. All Halasians would shun him.  And what would the Wood Elves do to a murderer? He heard shouts and voices indicating his whereabouts, and soon he was surrounded by menacing, well-armed guards.</p><p>      As soon as she was free of the knife, Treissae had run to her parents and cut their bonds with a dropped dagger. Then Leeroy had run out the door. "Oh no!" she cried. "Don't let him get away!"  Just then her mother Fanada let out a gasp, and her father, Melquon, looked to see. "No wonder!" The bodies on the floor had changed a bit... they were not Wood Elves at all but well-disguised Dark Elves, and now the illusion was wearing off. Melquon shouted for guards and snapped out quick instructions as Fanada pointed out the Dark Elven remains.</p><p>     They bound his hands behind him and led him back toward the scene. He didn't resist in his shame and despair. Leeroy was certain that he had a hearing with the Tribunal very soon indeed, and he was dreading the guilty verdict.  This had been the worst day of his life, and he honestly just wanted it to be over, forever.  One of the guards gave him a shove and ordered him to drop to his knees; he did so and closed his eyes.  "Is this who you wanted us to find?" one of them addressed someone. "Yes, that's him," came another voice.  "Why are his hands tied?" "Isn't he a dangerous criminal?" "No, he's not.  In fact, he's a hero; he saved us all from a takeover by the Teir'Dal."</p>

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<p>     Leeroy looked up, startled. <em> A what</em>? A Wood Elf man was watching him, and he didn't seem angry; in fact he held out his hand in a welcoming gesture.  "Young man, you are under my hospitality and roof," he stated. "My name is Melquon Enothie; I am the headman of Kelethin.   My wife Fanada is recordkeeper."  "But.. what about those people I killed?"  "Cut his bonds," Melquon addressed the guards, then, "come see, Northman."</p><p>     Once inside, Melquon drew a sheet aside to reveal the corpses.  Leeroy stared in shock. Dark Elves? Anger burned within him then; the Teir'Dal had been the bane of his existence from the time he was a small child.  If it weren't for them...Melquon saw the look in his eyes and thought he understood.  "You saved us from these.  Either they killed and replaced the Conthanie family, or they were really Dark Elves from generations past, biding their time.  If they had succeeded in forcing my daughter Treissae to become Jerath's wife, they would have had complete control. They had no intention of letting my wife and I go.  We would have had convenient accidents after willing them control over our affairs."</p><p>     The Inquisitor's thoughts were muddled. He had stopped Dark Elves? He had had the revenge that he had so desired for so long? Then why did he feel drained and emotionless?  "I am no hero. In fact, I have no right to even be here.  I will be on my way." "Why would you go? I don't think my daughter would want you to leave her behind." Wild hope flared up in Leeroy. Could it be possible? That she would still care about him? He turned as Melquon called out Treissae's name.</p><p>     She had been sobbing so loudly that she didn't hear the commotion in the next room. But her father called her name and she bolted off the bed and into the sitting room to find that the Northman was standing there, gaping at her. Could he still care about her, after all she had put him through? Treissae took a couple of steps forward, then rushed into the room and Leeroy's waiting arms.</p><p>     "I'm so sorry," she sobbed. "I couldn't tell you why because my parents were in danger. He would have killed them if he thought anyone else knew..." Leeroy held her tightly as the tears rolled down his face. "I would  have done anything to help," he said. "I would give my life for ye."  He drew back then, and reached into a pocket, drawing out a small bag.  "I have to ask ye this," he continued. "With this I pledge my body, soul and life to ye." He drew forth a blue diamond pendant necklace. "Will ye marry me?"</p><p>     Treissae had never seen such a beautiful diamond, nor one so large. But the most gorgeous thing in the room was the soulful look in Leeroy's eyes; there was nothing there but the essential self: no guile, no tricks, no false ego.  He had bared his soul to her in total trust; he had nothing left to give.  "Yes. Yes, Leeroy of Clan Hammersmite, I will marry you. Today."</p><p>     Joy lit up the young Northman's face; with shaking hands he placed the pendant around Treissae's neck and then hugged her tightly again.  He looked to see her parents standing nearby. "Well I think this might be why we kept that thing," Fanada said to Melquon. "You're right! Ioemir gave it to Heldorm for a wedding gift! That would be so fitting as this young man is as much a hero as the Shaman of Justice was."  Melquon turned back to Leeroy. "Young man, come with me."  The Inquisitor followed the headman into another room. "Wait here."  In a few moments Melquon returned carrying a framelike object. Leeroy really couldn't see it all that well, but it sparkled.</p><p>     "All right, Leeroy. I need you to do something you are going to find strange. Just trust me. Remove all your clothes."  Leeroy hesitated, then shrugged and began doing so.  What that object was for, he didn't know.  But he decided to trust Treissae's father.  He piled his clothing neatly on a table and stepped back. "Now hold out your arms and don't move," Melquon instructed.   He touched the object to the young Northman's bare back, and it seemed to become a robe, stretching to cover him all over, then abruptly it disappeared.  "You can get dressed." "What did ye do?" "I will tell you after you are clothed and come back out to the sitting room."</p><p>     "Leeroy and Treissae, I expect you will be closely bonded in marriage.  But Elves live a lot longer than the People of the North.  Therefore, as a wedding gift to you, I have taken it upon myself to grant you the Sacred Robe of Longevity."  The Inquisitor blinked in confusion and then comprehension dawned. "Ye mean that... thing.. will make me live longer?" "Yes indeed, young man. Barring accident, you should live about double your normal lifespan."</p>

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<p>      Tabaar sat in his study, along with Tyndall, Reesling, Kebia, and Jimbob. "Well, that's what happened," the Elder Mystic concluded. "I just don't think we will ever see Leeroy again.  He was devastated when Treissae announced she was marrying another man, but he accompanied her back to Kelethin because he had vowed to." He got up and paced around the confines of the small room. </p><p>     "Why not take a trip to Kelethin and find out what has happened?" Kebia asked.  "At least we can get some sort of update on the situation from the Enothies."  "Aye, it's an idea, Dad," Tyndall echoed. "Maybe he's still there, or at least left some word of his destination."  Tabaar sighed. "I don't hold out much hope.  Ye weren't there to see how crushed Leeroy was.  He might have lost his will to live."</p><p>     A sharp knock on the door interrupted their discussion. Jimbob went to answer it and called out, "There's a druid here with orders to send Tabaar to Kelethin, and anyone who wishes to accompany him."  The Elder Mystic rushed to confront the messenger. "What are the details, druid?" he demanded. "The Enothie family said to make all haste to Kelethin, to bring yourself and a few close friends." "All right, make the portal now; we are five for Kelethin."  Tyndall led Reesling to the portal and all stepped through. </p><p>     He felt full of boundless energy.  Leeroy trotted back and forth outside and finally began climbing up into the canopy.  Treissae followed him in amusement; she had no idea that Barbarians could even do so.  Finally he stopped and sat down on a fairly wide branch overlooking the city.  "Come sit by me, Treissae."  She did so and he bent to kiss her.  He felt like fire was running through his veins; this was so good.  Hopefully they could hold the ceremony very soon; waiting was driving him to distraction.</p><p>     From the druid rings the party rushed into the city. Guards pointed out the Enothie house and the waiting headman.  "Welcome, welcome.  I am Melquon Enothie."  The Wood Elf bowed to the Elder Mystic. "Tabaar Hammersmite, I presume?"  "Aye, and what news do ye have for us?" "Your nephew saved us from a terrible fate.  We were held hostage to force a marriage for our daughter that would have put disguised Dark Elves in charge of Kelethin.  Luckily, he saw something and ran in here like a maddened bull. He killed all three of them somehow; I never saw anything like it."  Tyndall frowned. "Then where did he go?" "Oh, he's around I am sure." The Wood Elf whistled loudly.  "On our way, Father," came Treissae's voice from somewhere up in the trees.  Then with a shower of leaves and twigs, Leeroy landed on the platform.</p><p>     "Hello there," he said as he staggered to his feet.  "Am I glad to see ye, Tabaar." He turned and held out his arms and Treissae jumped down.  "Good day all of ye. This is our wedding day and Uncle I would like for ye to do the honors."  Tabaar stared at his nephew. It was like he was a different man.  Leeroy seemed to exude a strong vitality that wasn't entirely due to his anticipated wedding.  "Let's go inside and discuss matters," Melquon announced. "And you can introduce the others."</p><p>     "Melquon, this is my son Tyndall, my protege Jimbob and his wife Kebia, and this is Reesling."  "I welcome you to Kelethin." Fanada walked in and observed the visitors.  What was wrong with that one Barbarian?  Ah, he was blind. To her surprise, the man turned her way and bowed.  "Reesling, bard of Qeynos at yer service."  "How did you know I was here?"  "I heard ye come into the room," he replied. "This is my wife, Fanada," indicated the headman. </p><p>      "Let's get this started," Tabaar announced.   Leeroy knelt down in front of the Elder Mystic.  Treissae stood alongside, with everyone else seated on the floor.   "We have gathered here today to witness the sacred binding rite of marriage between Leeroy of Clan Hammersmite, and Treissae of House Enothie." Tabaar looked around. "Does anyone bring challenge to this union?"  He waited a few seconds; no one spoke. "All right then. As a sacred trust in the ancient tradition of the Halasian people, I have been given authority to perform the rite.  I am honored and happy to do so."</p><p>     "Leeroy, do ye promise to enter into sacred marriage with honor and virtue? To protect and cherish Treissae as long as ye shall live?"  Leeroy nodded, choked up, then faintly, "Yes, I do."  "And Treissae, do ye promise to enter into sacred marriage with honor and virtue, to support and cherish Leeroy as long as he shall live?"  "I do."  "By the authority given me, and in front of witnesses,  I declare Leeroy and Treissae husband and wife."</p><p>     "Ye may kiss the bride."</p><p>    </p><p>    </p>

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<p>   "That's about the fastest wedding I've ever performed," Tabaar remarked as Leeroy and Treissae disappeared into the newlywed house.  "I am just so relieved that everyone is all right, that Kelethin is safe," Melquon answered.  "It's small enough repayment to have no objection to the marriage," added Fanada. "They seem so happy." "Aye, and I think I've never seen Leeroy so... I can't describe it but he seems more alive, somehow," Kebia remarked.  "Exactly," the Elder Mystic mused. "Is there something about this place?" "No, actually it's something I did as a sort of wedding gift," Melquon sheepishly replied. "I suppose I should have told him what I intended but it was an impulsive gesture."  Tabaar took a step forward. "What did ye do?"  "I'll start at the beginning."</p><p>    "You know of course the story of the legendary Halasian Shaman of Justice, Heldorm Snowreader?" "Indeed; every shaman learns all the lore and stories of the man who helped save Halas during the Gnoll War a thousand years ago."  "Well, some of us Feir'Dal still remember what he did for us, too. Saved the life of a baby who would grow up to be a pivotal figure in the War of the Fay."  Melquon thought for a moment then continued, "He married a Feir'Dal druid, Aelwyl, who was the child's godmother.  The child's father, my grandfather, gave him a magical robe, the Robe of Longevity, crafted by Koada'Dal in the distant past and entrusted to our people before the loss of the Koada'Dal city of Takish-Hiz.  The robe became a part of Heldorm, and he was strong and vital for the rest of his life, which was very long for a Northman.  I believe they celebrated over 100 years of wedded bliss." "I don't understand though what this has to do with Leeroy," Tabaar remarked.  "Oh, well finally came a day when Heldorm realized his life was coming to an end.  He told Aelwyl to remove the robe, knowing that when she did, he would die immediately.  She kept it in a box until the end of her life, then willed it to my mother, who recently gave it to me. Tabaar, your nephew is a hero to us.  I put the robe on him just before you got here."</p><p>     The Elder Mystic's jaw dropped.  "What?" Tyndall broke in. "Ye mean he's going to live longer than normal?"  "Yes, by quite a bit." "Did ye think about his clan?" Tabaar wanted to know. "I don't expect to be around all that long.. but look at my son here. What will it be like to see his cousin seemingly still young when he is old and gray?"  "No, I honestly didn't consider that, but what is done is done. It cannot be removed now.  But consider that if he and Treissae have children, they will inherit the Feir'Dal tendency to longevity.  At least now he will be around to see them grow up and maybe even have children of their own."</p><p>    "Of course," Kebia said. "I for one will be glad to see the years unfold, and I will keep a record of this for future generations.  As a Dwarf, I will outlive the non-Elves here.  So I already feel that I understand the situation, and will be a constant frame of reference for Leeroy as the decades pass.  You can count on me to lend any support and help he will require in the future."  "Thank ye, Kebia, that is very much appreciated."  Reesling carefully felt his way to where he had left his guitar. "I'm going to write a song about this day," he remarked.  Then he grinned. "I wonder how the kids are doing?"</p><p>     The moment the door had shut, Leeroy had turned to Treissae with a look of deep longing and need.  His eyes glittered and were so dilated they looked almost black in the candlelight.  He dropped to his knees and hugged her tightly, then began kissing her face and neck. She responded in kind, and surprised him by trying to undo his shirt.  Leeroy was all too willing to help, and soon he also had her dress undone.  In a daze they made their way to the bedroom, and it wasn't long before they lost all track of anything but each other.  </p><p>     She woke up later, not knowing how many hours had passed.  Leeroy, sated and exhausted, had fallen fast asleep and was still sprawled across the bed, leaving not a lot of room for Treissae. She huddled next to him and pulled a quilt over for warmth.  Strange thing, love.  She had been a bit apprehensive but he had been enthusiastic and yet gentle, and nature had taken its course.  The Wood Elf gazed at the sleeping Northman, cherishing this moment and hoping there would be many more like it.</p>

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<p>     He awoke in semidarkness, disoriented at first.  Leeroy turned his head to see an Elven form nestled up against his chest.  A slow smile spread across his face as he realized that the worst day of his life had in the space of five minutes turned into the best one.  He had married the woman he thought he had lost forever - <em>my wife, </em>he silently exulted - and the experience was beyond his wildest dreams.  <em>If this is only a dream, Karana, don't ever let me wake up.</em></p><p><em>     </em>Back at the headman's house, the party had wound down. Everyone had had plenty to drink and eat, and Reesling had provided great music.  Even now the bard clutched a bottle in one hand and his guitar in the other, teetering precariously as he tried to navigate the room.  "Come on now, Reesling," Tabaar remonstrated. "Sit down before ye fall down and wreck that nice instrument... or worse, spill good ale."  "I am fine," the bard retorted. "I'sh just had a.. whoops.." Tyndall grabbed his arm before he could trip over a table and firmly shoved him into a chair.  "Sit down please," the guardian added. "All right all right," Reesling grumbled. Then his head dropped forward and he began snoring softly, to everyone's amusement.</p><p>     Leeroy didn't want to get up yet but nature called. He carefully climbed out of the bed and padded into the wash room. While there he decided to use the bath; it was a cleverly designed setup with a rain barrel on the roof for wash water.  He carefully got in the tub; it was a tight fit but he managed.  The water was tepid but he had washed in a lot colder.  After he was finished he toweled off and drained the tub, then walked back into the bedroom.</p><p>     Treissae stretched and yawned, then looked up to see Leeroy standing there watching her.  She took a really good look at him and he noticed her interest.  He raised his head a little, his face showing a faint smirk, and shifted his stance slightly so as to flex a bit.  The Wood Elf smiled softly. "I love you, Leeroy," she murmured.  He blinked slowly and walked over to her. "I love ye so much," he replied. "I don't know what I would have done without ye." "Just come back and lie down beside me and love me," she answered.  He didn't need any further encouragement....</p><p>     Later on when they got up and got dressed,  Leeroy announced he was hungry. "Let's go over to my parents' house and see if there is any food left," Treissae offered.  They walked hand in hand back over to the Enothie house and knocked on the door.  Fanada answered it and welcomed them in, "Come in, daughter and son-in-law." The others were sitting around talking quietly, except for Reesling who had a blanket thrown over him and was asleep in a chair.  Tabaar climbed to his feet and gave Leeroy a bear hug.  "How's married life?" he asked.  "It's fantastic," the Inquisitor replied.  "I'm still pinching myself to see if I'm dreaming." The Elder Mystic turned then to Treissae. "Young lady, ye have made my nephew a happy man.  In turn I hope he keeps ye happy and safe, and may ye both derive the greatest pleasure from yer union. May it be a long and joyous one!"</p>

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<p>     "Melquon told us what he did for ye," Tabaar mentioned. "It's likely to cause some difficulties for ye with some of our people years from now when they notice ye not aging at the rate we do."  He sighed. "Not that I'm against it; when I was reminded that any children ye have will be slower to age also because of being half Elven, I realized that ye would see them grow up and start families of their own."  The Elder Mystic leaned forward and gripped Leeroy's shoulders. "Whatever happens, now or in the future, ye are always family and clan."</p><p>      Fanada served a meal fit for royalty. "This is great," Leeroy offered between bites. "It's just something I threw together," she replied.  The young Northman had been famished, and he tore through serving after serving until even Tabaar raised an eyebrow.  "Sorry, I was just so hungry," Leeroy murmured when he saw his uncle's reaction.  "Boy, yer wife is going to be worn to a frazzle feeding ye," the shaman laughed.  "Mmm... do I smell food?" came a voice from across the room. "Aye, Reesling, come on over and get yerself some."  "Don't mind if I do," the bard replied and made his way over. "Can someone direct me to the facilities first?" Tyndall led him to the washroom while Fanada made up a plate of food.</p><p>     When he was seated, Reesling tapped his fork on his plate for attention. "I have something I need to say.  First, I apologize for getting drunk and passing out. Not my usual habit." "We weren't offended," Jimbob said. "Amused, maybe," snickered Tyndall. Tabaar silenced his son with a glare. "Anyhow," continued the bard, "I had a dream. No, maybe more of a vision.  It didn't fade when I awoke, so I am impressed with it.  First of all, I don't care to dream, because in dreams I can see, and when I wake it's so disappointing.  But I paid attention to this one."</p><p>      "I was held in place while possibilities were paraded before me.  In one, Leeroy stayed true to his Inquisitor training.  In another, he was retrained as a Templar.  Then each timeline was laid out before me, and I was told to choose one to follow. I naturally chose the Templar one.  To my surprise, that line had a tragic occurrence that caused great repercussions." He held up a hand to forestall comments. "I cannot tell ye what happened; I was forbidden to do so. Then I was shown the reality in which he retains his present skills.  For some reason, that one was missing the tragedy."  Reesling sat back and took a deep breath. "I think it was Karana who showed me this; I cannot be sure.  He warned me to tell ye only what I have."</p><p>      The Elder Mystic stared at his friend.  Reesling, roguish though he might be, was not in the habit of fabricating stories for effect.  If he said something was so, it was.  "If ye were told this, there was a reason," Tabaar said.  "Nephew, what do ye think?"  Leeroy was staring off into space, obviously affected by the bard's words.  "Huh? Oh, it fits somehow.  I have been somehow discouraged from approaching the Temple in Qeynos several times. Every time I planned to, something happened to distract me.  And yes I got used to being a cleric in the Freeport style. I don't really want to lose that."</p><p>      Tabaar replied, "One thing ye will have to remember, though. Ye will never be accepted fully in Qeynos.  Clan wise, ye are judged on yer own merits, as the Tribunal demands.  Family wise, ye are accepted unconditionally.  The only person who can change that is yerself.  So when we go back to Qeynos, Clan Hammersmite will offer some protection... and I will offer all I have.  Like I said, ye are family.  We stand up for each other, protect each other, and support each other." The Inquisitor nodded, eyes bright. "I in return pledge my support for family and clan, and to never let my skills cause any harm to Qeynos' best interests."</p>

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<p>There was more to it than that, to be honest. He'd only told part of the truth about his approaches to the Temple. Leeroy had asked around discreetly about the subject of citizenship and retraining, and what he'd learned had shocked him. It seemed that they used a technique very similar to what he had suffered at the hands of the Dark Elves. Voluntary, sure, but still a so-called "selective" wiping of memories. What would one lose? The abilities, learned and practiced, yes, but what else? Would he lose some essential traits? Not be the same person? He just couldn't bring himself to take that final irreconciliable step to prove himself loyal to Qeynos.</p><p>"I need to speak to Treissae alone," the Inquisitor announced. They got up and walked outside, away from the building. "Let's climb up," he added. "Less ears to hear." She was still surprised how agile he was for such a big man; she followed him well up into the canopy until his weight started to bend a branch. "All right. I need to tell ye this. I have thought about what Reesling said, and what I found out when I was in Qeynos. It would distress me greatly if I was forced to go through the process, but it is all up to ye." "I don't understand why it would be so bad," she replied. "Ah, but they would erase my abilities as an Inquisitor. I could lose memories. And to go through what the Tier'Dal already did to me once..." Leeroy shuddered. "And ye heard Reesling. Something tragic will happen if I do become a Templar." "I couldn't force you to do something like that," the Wood Elf answered, eyes brimming. "I will love you no matter what."</p><p>Tabaar looked up as the young couple returned. "What say ye, nephew?" Leeroy sat down and stretched his legs. "I say that I cannot in good conscience endanger someone by going against Karana's warning to Reesling." The bard nodded and murmured his agreement. "So because of this I will always be on the fringe, never accepted. But I will do everything else I can save that final step, to assure those of Qeynos... and Kelethin.... that I am not a threat." "Indeed ye aren't. But getting others to agree isn't so easy." The Elder Mystic came to a decision. "In fact, give me some time to smooth things and make some arrangements." "I have an idea," Kebia offered. She turned to Jimbob and they discussed something in low tones. Then the Dwarf announced, "Treissae, Leeroy, this wedding was unexpected and Jimbob and I didn't have a gift for you. We have a beach house in Sinking Sands and this week it's empty. We'd be happy to have you use it."</p><p>It was a short boat ride to the Desert of Ro, but what a different climate it had from what Treissae was used to. "Where do we need to go?" she asked as they disembarked. "Kebia gave me directions; it should be that way past the bluff about 2 miles," Leeroy replied as he pointed north. "That's quite a ways," she answered. Leeroy smiled. "Don't worry, I'll carry our packs." He set off with a ground-eating stride until Treissae started to fall behind. "Oh, sorry," the Halasian said and waited for her to catch up. "Here, let me help ye." To her surprise, he simply hoisted her to his shoulder and set off again at a rapid pace.</p><p>The cabin was set near the water but on high ground, overlooking a cove. Leeroy set Treissae down and she unlocked the door. "So nice of Kebia and Jimbob to lend us the place," she remarked, and walked in. The Northman followed, ducking to enter the low doorway. He set down the packs as the Wood Elf looked around. A movement caught her eye and she glanced back at Leeroy. His eyes glittered with excitement as he rapidly divested himself of most of his clothing. Then, clad only in a pair of shorts, he ran out the front door. Treissae followed to see what he was up to. It wasn't what she expected; he was down the path and into the water already and swimming about, back and forth. To her vast amusement, Treissae realized that the huge Northman was <em>playing.</em> He cavorted and shouted with delight as the water buoyed him up; obviously he was in his element. When she swam over to him, he hugged her, causing them both to go under the surface. She popped back up like a cork while he did a slow somersault a few feet down, then he broke the surface with a grin. "I didn't know you liked swimming so much," Treissae said. "If I could live in water I would," Leeroy replied.</p><p>After a while they waded out onto the beach and climbed back up the slope to the cabin. "I hope they have some fresh water to wash off this salt," Treissae remarked. "Aye, yer dress is sopping wet and sandy too," Leeroy observed. He searched around the cabin and found what he was after. "Come back here, love," he called out. The Wood Elf rounded the building to find the Northman pumping a handle on a curved pipe. Water poured out onto him and ran down the slope. She came over and got under the flow. "Much better," she said as she rinsed her hair. "Where is this fresh water coming from though?" Leeroy ducked down and traced the pipe. "Hmm. I wonder...." he followed the trace of the buried plumbing to the cliff face. "Aha. It's a wellspring. Water comes down from the mountains and goes in the ground, and comes out down here in small streams. Someone piped this one, and a clever job it was." He returned to the spigot and finished rinsing. "I'd like to put on some dry clothes," Treissae said. Once inside the cabin, she took her bag in the bedroom and unpacked a spare dress. Leeroy stood in the doorway as she peeled off the wet garments. "I dont think ye need the dry ones just yet," he murmured. She turned around. "Ye know I never get tired of seeing ye, and I never will," he continued in a low but intense voice. "There is nothing, no one in this world that I care for more than yerself. And I intend to prove it now and every day I can."</p>

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<p>     "Are ye absolutely sure?" Tabaar asked his son. "This is a major change, and ye are affected the most."  "Aye, Dad, but it is a really good idea, and I think I'd like it a lot." "All right then, I will set things in motion. If ye would be so kind as to go let everyone know..." "Of course," Tyndall agreed. After giving it some thought, the guardian decided to have everyone meet at Reesling's home. <em>Save him the trouble, </em>he thought, and set out to let them all know.</p><p>     Later at the bard's house, a small crowd had gathered. "What's this all about?" Jimbob wanted to know. "I'll explain as soon as everyone's settled," Tyndall answered.   Reesling brought out a tray of drinks and everyone got a glass and sat down.  Tyndall shook his head in bemusement.<em>  I'll never understand how he does that... I would spill something and I can see what I am doing.  </em>He waved his hand for attention then cleared his throat for Reesling's benefit.  "Thank ye, Reesling for yer hospitality. I asked ye all here today as a favor to my father.  He made a proposal and I thought it would be a great idea. Here's what he said..."</p><p>     "Really? What an honor that would be!" exclaimed Kebia a few minutes later. "It's perfect," Reesling concurred.  Tyndall glanced around the room. "So do we have agreement on this? Halasian or not, this affects all of ye, and ye should know it will have the potential to complicate things."  "It's the least we can do," Redclaw put in.  "All right, let me put it another way.  Is there anyone here who has reservations about going ahead with the proposal? Once it is done, there is no going back." The Northman waited a few seconds. No one said a word.  "Then we are in agreement.  My father will begin the process."</p><p>     Leeroy and Treissae reluctantly gathered their belongings up, locked the cottage, and headed back to the docks to buy passage back to Qeynos. "I had such a good time," the Wood Elf said softly. "I want to do that again sometime." Her husband leaned down and kissed her. "Anytime ye want, love." He was still astounded that she loved and accepted him after all she had been through...Leeroy shuddered anew at the thought of how he had been Lucan D'Lere's tool.  It had taken him some time to understand that he wasn't to blame for his situation.  <em>She loves me, that's all that matters now.</em></p><p>     Once on the boat, Treissae looked over at Leeroy as he found a good spot to set down their bags and relax. He was bronzed from the intense sun and she even had gotten a light tan.  She didn't know how to put it in words, so she never had, but being with him made her feel loved and protected....and something more she couldn't quite bring herself to say - he had totally given himself to her in such a way that she found fascinating. She knew he would literally do anything for her, and it was a sense of power that was almost intoxicating.  This went with the total trust she was able to give him, for she knew he would never hurt her in any way.</p><p>     The boat docked at the harbor that evening, and they disembarked to find a welcoming committee. "Welcome back," Tabaar exclaimed as he embraced his nephew.  "And young lady ye look enchanting," the older Northman remarked as he knelt and gave her a much gentler hug. "It's good to see ye both again.  Let's go over to Graystone Yard. There's something to discuss," the Elder Mystic added.     </p><p>      They were all assembled in the Hall of Law, waiting.  Tabaar led in the young couple and had them sit down at the very front. Leeroy was puzzled and a bit anxious; Treissae was totally mystified as to what was going on.  Everyone in Qeynos that knew them was there.  The Inquisitor turned to his uncle with a questioning look.  Tabaar held up a hand as if to say, just wait and see.  Then he walked to the back, swung the doors closed and bolted them. </p><p>      "All right, this meeting will come to order. Many of ye know the circumstances behind my reunion with my long-lost nephew.  For those of ye who do not, here is a brief synopsis.  His parents made a pilgrimage when he was a small child, but were waylaid by bandits and killed. He was taken into slavery and sold to Freeport, where he grew up and was trained and certified as a clerical priest.  Somehow he escaped Freeport and traveled to Everfrost, which is where I met him by a most amazing coincidence.   Suffice it to say he is under my protection and that of Clan Hammersmite at all times.  But I realized the other day that merely being my relative isn't enough as far as that goes. And something else. It isn't enough as far as many of us have grown to care about, even love him.  My son Tyndall made a suggestion to me that has culminated in this most confidential of meetings."</p><p>       Leeroy knitted his brow. What was being said here?  He looked over at Treissae, who seemed as confused as he was.  "Young man, come up here," Tabaar was saying.  Leeroy jumped up abruptly and stood beside the Elder Mystic.  "One thing I always regretted was that I only had the one son. Tyndall, come up here too."  The guardian did so. "Do ye, Tyndall, have any objections going forward?" "None."  "Then we shall begin. Leeroy, turn to me."  The Inquisitor faced the Elder Mystic.  "Excellent. Leeroy, this ceremony is a formal and sacred one, binding as a most-binding oath.  Today, I am announcing a formal adoption.  Will ye agree to legally become my son?"</p><p>       He could only gape at the shaman for a long moment; he couldn't believe his ears.  Leeroy started to nod his head, unable to trust his voice, when the room turned a weird brownish color and the walls closed in.  Tabaar lunged forward and caught the slumping Inquisitor and lowered him to the floor as consternation broke out in the assembly. "It's all right, he just passed out," the Elder Mystic said as Treissae gasped and ran forward. "He'll be back with us in a few seconds."   Sure enough, already the young Northman was moving around and trying to sit up.  "Oh, how embarrassing," Leeroy muttered.  "I look like a fool." "Not at all," Tabaar replied. "It was obviously a shock." He helped the Inquisitor to his feet and waited for the commotion to die down.   "So what say ye?"  "I would be honored." "So scribe it today in the annals of Clan Hammersmite. Tabaar Hammersmite has a second son."</p>

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<p>      "I don't know what to say," Leeroy said after they had been seated in the tavern. "A round of ale for all, please," Tabaar ordered from the server.  "Ye might say, thanks Dad," he replied with an impish grin.   "Um...all right... thanks, Dad," the Inquisitor answered as he flushed with embarrassment.  "Hmmph!" Everyone looked to the bard, who had his hands out toward Leeroy. "I believe I have something for this young man also."  Reesling got up, picked up his guitar, and carefully felt his way to the small stage.  "Ye have turned all our lives upside-down, Leeroy, and I for one haven't enjoyed myself so much in a very long time. This is for ye, and Treissae."  The Wood Elf leaned against her Halasian husband as Reesling began to play.  </p><p>       "Tonight it's so very clear</p><p>        As ye both are sitting here</p><p>        There's so many things ye want to say</p><p>        The love ye both have for each other</p><p>        Never ever to be alone........</p><p>        Sometimes ye might forget</p><p>        But ye should never regret</p><p>        All the trouble and danger ye went through</p><p>        Ye don't want to lose that</p><p>        Ye never have to be alone......</p><p>        He's the one who fought for yer honor</p><p>        She's the one who put meaning in life</p><p>        Together ye can live knowing forever</p><p>        Ye did it all for the sake of love.</p><p>        Both keep each other standing tall</p><p>        Through sun and rain, through it all,</p><p>        Always strong when ye're side by side,</p><p>        Ye do it all for the sake of love.</p><p>        As the years go by, growing older,</p><p>       By leaps and bounds love grows stronger,</p><p>       Until neither knows where one ends</p><p>       And the other begins.......</p><p>       Still ye did it all for the sake of love,</p><p>       Ye both found light and glory in love,</p><p>       Ye did it all for love.</p><p>      Leeroy had not even realized how the song affected him until he tried to say, "Thank ye," and choked up.  He hugged Treissae tightly as the bard walked over to the table.  Reesling reached out a hand and touched the younger Northman's wet cheek, then smiled.  "I thought so.  Young man, yer thanks are greatly appreciated, but even more so is yer heart's response.  I will treasure this always."  He turned to Treissae, who was valiantly trying to suppress a sniffle.  "The same goes for ye, young lady.   Ye both need to know this: we all love ye."</p><p>     The celebration went on for hours, and everyone did have plenty to drink.  Treissae had never had much alcohol, so she was very tipsy indeed.  Kebia kept an eye on her in case she needed assistance.  Leeroy had been plied with way more ale than he could hold, and he was so far gone that he couldn't walk without help.   Tabaar and Tyndall assisted him in getting back to Tabaar's place; Jimbob was too drunk himself to be much help. He tagged along grinning and singing off-key to himself as his wife helped the Wood Elf make her way back to the Elder Mystic's house.  Tabaar set blankets out on the floor and bade the others lie down and get some rest, while Reesling got some water in a pitcher and urged everyone to have a glassful.  "It'll make hangover less severe," he intoned.  Leeroy got about half a glass of water down before he set it aside and simply lay down and was out in moments. Treissae tottered over to him and had a look. "He's asleep. What a good idea," she giggled.  Everyone agreed and bedded down for what remained of the night.</p><p>      In the morning a knock on the door woke some of them. "Ouch, not so loud," Leeroy muttered. He staggered to the door to find a messenger there. "Delivery of message for Tabaar Hammersmite." "He's here; I can take the scroll if ye like." "No, it's marked for his acceptance only." The Inquisitor went to get Tabaar, returning in a few moments with a bleary-eyed Elder Mystic. "I am Tabaar, there is a message for me?" The messenger had him sign a tablet, then handed him a scroll. "Thank you sir for using Qeynos Express Messenger Service."</p><p>     At the table the shaman unrolled the scroll.  "Good! I had lost contact years ago but...... Leeroy, yer father's side of the family doesn't live in the Qeynos area anymore. Most of them are either out in villages or trying to colonize Everfrost.  They are Clan MacQuarrie and have a proud history of independent folks; rogues and the like.  Yer father's sister had a son too. Do ye remember the name Raldyr?"  Leeroy frowned and thought.  "I'm not sure. How old was he when....when I was abducted?"  "Oh, he's about the same age as Tyndall, a couple years older than yerself."  Tabaar looked up.  "He's coming to visit in a couple of days; he lives out in the Windstalker Village area."  </p><p>       </p>

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<p>      By chance Treissae found a nice house for rent in South Qeynos near the Concordium Mage Tower, well away from the castle area with its all-too-vigilant mounted guards.  Leeroy looked around the neighborhood, then carefully inspected the home's interior.  "It looks good; what do they want for it?"  Treissae told him.   "Expensive....but it's what we're after.  Let's rent it for now."  Leeroy handed the Wood Elf a large stack of coins.  "Ye need to do all the buying, of course.  All I ask is that ye make sure any furnishings will be big enough for me." </p><p>     Within a day the Wood Elf, with help from both her husband and Kebia, had transformed the place into an attractive home.  The showpiece was the attic conservatory, with shrubs and small trees, that truly gave the place a Faydark-like atmosphere.  There was a truly huge Halasian bed in the master bedroom and a trestle table by the kitchen.  Sturdy chairs lined one side of it, and ornate rugs added color and style.  "Very nice," the Inquisitor approved as he walked through each room in turn.  When he reached the bed, Leeroy hopped onto it.  It bounced slightly but otherwise held firm.  He grinned and hopped back off.  "I think it'll do," he smirked. </p><p>     Raldyr looked back at his traveling companion.  "I still am not sure why ye wanted to come along," he remarked.  "I told ye, I haven't visited Qeynos in over twenty years and I wanted to see what changed."  The ranger stopped short and turned to face the druid.  "It's got to be more than that. Warlaa, I've known ye since I was a child and ye wouldn't just change yer mind like that." Warlaa sighed. "All right, but promise to tell no one." "I promise."  "I had a strange dream three nights ago.  I was trying to catch sight of a man who kept disappearing around corners.  Then I heard someone say, 'The unseeing voice will pursue and capture yer heart.'  Raldyr, I can't get that out of my mind."</p><p>     The ranger thought about it as they journeyed towards the city.  It wasn't any secret that Warlaa had lived in Windstalker village since the day her love had turned his face from Qeynos and had left for Freeport.  Rory had been a ranger also, and a skilled one.  He and Warlaa had been engaged to be married. But one day only a month or so before the nuptials, he had come to Warlaa with the proposal that they leave Qeynos and join the Overlord's forces. She had been aghast, and had remonstrated with Rory. But he was adamant that he was going, with or without her.  "There's no room in Freeport for the weak, and no room in my life for the weak either," was what he had said before disappearing forever.  Ever since, the druid had lived in self-imposed exile in the Antonican countryside.</p><p>     As they approached the gates, Raldyr stole a glance at the druid. Her face showed tension, and a bit of her forty-something age as she visibly made up her mind to continue.  He knew this had to be hard for her; he hoped never to be forced to choose between love and honor. "Approach the guard!" called out the Halasian manning the gate.  Raldyr and Warlaa did so. "Yer business in Qeynos?" "I am visiting; I received a message from the Elder Mystic that a long-lost relative has been found."  The guard's eyes lit up. "Ye don't say? Tabaar is my father. Ye must be Raldyr."  The ranger bowed. "Aye, that is me. And this is Warlaa, a druid of Windstalker Village who is making a trip here with me."  The guard smiled and tugged his braided beard. "I am Tyndall. I will escort ye to see the Elder Mystic," he declared.</p><p>     At Tabaar's house everyone was gathered, listening to Reesling. He sang several ballads then started in on a love song, one that he was about halfway through when there came a knock at the door.  "Keep going," Tabaar said as he went to answer it.   "Tyndall! And ye must be Raldyr! I am Tabaar Hammersmite; welcome to my abode. And young lady..." "Warlaa of Clan MacTavish," she offered.  "Warlaa... that name is familiar... wait here and I will go get the others."</p><p>     Warlaa was only half listening; the singer in the other room had totally captivated her. His baritone voice had thawed the heart she believed frozen for good.  She had to meet this man!  Into the room stepped a strikingly good-looking young man, probably at least fifteen years her junior.  Was this the singer? "Hello there," the young man greeted them as a Wood Elf woman joined him. No, this man had a pleasant bass voice; he wasn't the singer.  "Raldyr, this is yer cousin Leeroy," Tabaar was saying.  "Ye mean....oh, my mother will be so glad to hear this," Raldyr said as he embraced his cousin.  "What's this I hear? A family reunion in progress?" came a voice from the doorway.</p><p>     Startled, the druid glanced into the doorway. It was the voice she had heard! A dashing middle-aged man was leaning there against the doorframe, smiling.  "By all means, bring Raldyr over so I can find out what he looks like."  "Of course, Reesling," Tabaar replied.   The ranger walked to the doorway and stopped short, staring.  "This is Reesling, bard of Qeynos and my best friend," Tabaar added.  "Hello, Raldyr and Warlaa," the bard greeted them. "Ye might notice I am blind.  I'd like yer permission to touch ye each on the face so I can form a mental picture of what ye look like."  Warlaa's mind was racing.  This honey-voiced man could not see? What had happened to the poor creature?  "Come closer please, Warlaa," he was saying.  She did so and Reesling carefully traced her face with sensitive fingertips.  She shivered slightly.  "I'm sorry," he murmured, "But it's the only way I know to do this."  He was mistaken, though, if he thought she was uneasy or put off. On the contrary, Warlaa admitted to herself, she actually enjoyed the attention.  Could it be she was finally able to dare to live again?</p><p>    </p>

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<p>     Raldyr hung back, abruptly ashamed of himself.  Sure, he'd just been a boy back then but it didn't excuse what he had done.... "Raldyr, come closer, please," Reesling was saying.   "Um...I have something I need to say first," the ranger mumbled.  The bard heard the tone in his voice and nodded. "Go ahead." "When I was a boy we still lived here in Qeynos.  Like so many children I had a group of friends...we ran around together and did things. Some of those things were thoughtless and cruel. Reesling, we were the ones who liked to put things in yer way while ye were trying to walk down the street, jumped out of alleys screaming to startle ye, and the like." Raldyr's voice tightened with an effort at control. "I...want to ask yer forgiveness for the things I did.  If ye are angry at me I understand."  "Of course not, young man," Reesling replied, and stepped forward to grip the ranger's shoulder.  "I forgive ye; it's all in the past, as if it had never been."  He traced the younger man's profile and embraced him.  "Ye are family too.  Now let's all go have a few ales and some good food down at the tavern."</p><p>     The bard cut a jaunty figure as he moved at a surprisingly fast pace down the cobblestoned street, swinging his cane as he went.  The others followed or were alongside; Tyndall kept very close in case Reesling did trip on something.  Warlaa noted that they were ready to assist but didn't intrude on the blind man's dignity and independence.  It was obvious that Reesling was well-respected and loved, and that he returned the sentiment.   How had she forgotten things like this? Warlaa took a hard look at her self-exile and isolation.   Had it really done anyone any good?  She didn't think so now; there was so much she'd missed punishing herself for the actions of a foolish and evil man.  She needed to look forward and learn to trust again.</p><p>     After everyone was seated at a long table, Tabaar turned to the guard. "Are they on the way?" "Yes, Dad. Should be here soon."  The Elder Mystic then motioned to the Ranger.  "We have a lot to catch ye up on.  When Jimbob's family arrives we'll start." "Who's he?" "He's my protege, since this big lunk here didn't want to become a shaman," Tabaar replied with an affectionate slap to Tyndall's shoulder.  A few moments later the door opened to reveal a tall, slim Human accompanied by a Dwarf woman.  Following were some more Humans, some older, some around the first one's age. "Over here," Leeroy called out.  "I would like ye to meet our newest friends," Tabaar addressed the Human entourage. "This is Raldyr, Leeroy's out-clan cousin, and Warlaa, a friend from Windstalker Village.  Raldyr and Warlaa, these are the Stormwalker family. Jimbob, his wife Kebia, his father Archant and mother Roanna, his uncle Bolwyn," here Tabaar gave Bolwyn a pat on the shoulder, "and Jimbob's sister Gwenna and brother Gareth."</p><p>     "I met Bolwyn here back when I was sent to train at the Queen's Colony site.  We hit it off right away.  When we came back to the mainland I offered to help whenever he needed, Reesling also.  We had quite the effective force for exploration and protection.  Stormhold held no terrors for us!  It was funny when he stepped right on a loose board and nearly fell down an abandoned well; I grabbed his arm and we all had a good laugh."  The Elder Mystic had a faraway look in his eye. "Then his younger brother went for training.  While he did that, I courted and won my wife Aernatha, and Reesling started smuggling folks out of Freeport.  Life was good. But I had been warned when I chose my profession that it would come with a price."</p><p>     "Reesling was flashblinded by one of those vicious devices Lucan d'Lere had put in the sewers of Freeport. The smuggled family brought him to me; his face was burned and as for his eyes...there was no saving them. With a lot of  work, he managed to adjust.  My wife and I helped out as much as we could.  Then she became pregnant...I was so thrilled.  But oh I wish I had known what would happen.  Aernatha died in childbirth." Warlaa was immediately sympathetic. "Oh, no...did the baby live?" "Indeed; Tyndall was the only reason I was able to go on. I had a son to love and raise. But I barely functioned for a long time." Tabaar shook his head and rubbed his eyes. "I still miss her so very much."</p><p>     "Then my sister had a boy and the two spent a lot of time together; she was very motherly toward Tyndall.  One day about twenty years ago, she and her husband made a pilgrimage with their son and newborn daughter, and they disappeared.  No one knew what had become of them until one day recently I made a trip to Everfrost and met a man who rescued one of my traveling companions from drowning in Everstorm Bay. He turned out to be my long-lost nephew," Tabaar indicated Leeroy, "who had seen his parents brutally murdered and himself was sold as a slave to Freeport." </p><p>     "But before that about five years my son Tyndall and his friend Jimbob helped thwart a one-necromancer army of undead in Qeynos' sewers.  Both were very nearly killed in the fight but managed to alert the guards to the danger, and both were rewarded for their valor." Tabaar took a deep breath. "I owe so much to friends and family." "Indeed," agreed Reesling. "But if Leeroy had been raised in Freeport, what did he do there?" Warlaa wanted to know. "Can I trust ye to keep this confidential?" asked Leeroy. Warlaa nodded. "All right. I am a priest. A cleric. I was trained in the Temple of War in Freeport."  The druid narrowed her eyes. "Ye mean ye're an Inquisitor?" "Aye, that is what I am."  "How does Qeynos tolerate ye?" "I stay away from their notice." "Also," Tabaar broke in, "not only is he my nephew, but I adopted Leeroy as my son recently. He's a Hammersmite, and now more than ever he's under my protection."</p>

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<p>It was a lot for both Warlaa and Raldyr to take in; they each had a lot of unanswered questions. The Ranger began to compare notes with Tyndall and Leeroy concerning their respective childhoods; Warlaa excused herself for a few minutes to get her bearings. "How can you be sure she won't try turning you in to the guard?" a worried Treissae quietly asked Leeroy. "Well, unless she wants to end up shunned or outlawed, she won't," he replied. "Tabaar made it clear that I am Clan Hammersmite, living by the rule of law." "So if you were outlawed, she would be within rights to report you." "Aye, that is right." The Inquisitor sat back and drained his ale.  "But since I don't plan to break any laws of clan or Northmen as a whole, I am about as safe as I can be." </p><p>     Treissae wandered outside to find Warlaa still standing there, deep in thought.  "Oh, hello Treissae," the Druid greeted her. "Just been thinking. By the way, I am guessing ye're married to Leeroy." "Yes, we were married recently."  "That is one handsome man ye snagged for yerself there," Warlaa announced.  The Wood Elf looked at her in confusion. "What? I didn't know that." Warlaa gave vent to a hearty laugh. "That is so funny. Ye must think he looks like a gorilla or something. But I understand; I wouldn't find Wood Elf men attractive." "Do you have a husband?" Treissae asked. "Nay, I was in love once but I was jilted." "The same happened to Reesling when he had his accident. The woman broke their engagement."  "Really? He never married?"  "No, he's been a bachelor since from what I've been told."</p><p>      "I'll have to leave in the morning and head back home to Windstalker Village; my family needs me," Raldyr mentioned. "Aye, but do keep in touch, and always feel free to stop by if ye're in the area," Tabaar replied.  "Is Warlaa traveling with ye?" "I don't know yet. Ye'll have to ask her."</p><p>      "How did ye two meet? Was it love at first sight?" Warlaa asked Treissae. The Wood Elf shook her head ruefully. "No, I was terrified of him." "Why would that be?" "Well, I was a prisoner in a stinking dungeon in Freeport, and he was the Inquisitor in charge." "WHAT? I've got to hear this." The Druid listened with amazement as Treissae recounted the dramatic events. "He was so different from what I had expected of Barb-- sorry, Northmen," the Wood Elf continued. "I had heard all the stories of them being dirty brutes who loved war for its own sake. Not," she hastened to add, "from my parents though.  They never said anything ill against your people. But of course I half-believed the wild stories I heard; it's easier than actually getting to know someone. And then this Northman comes along and doesn't act like a brute.  Then he did something that really surprised me...."</p><p>      Reesling sat and half-listened to the others. His mind kept wandering, and he realized why.  A few minutes later Warlaa and Treissae  came back in and sat down.  Raldyr passed a slip of paper to the Druid, who looked at it with curiosity.<em>  Remember your dream? Unseeing voice?  </em>it read.  She looked up at the Ranger, then over at the Bard.  Warlaa shook her head in negation but then stopped and looked again. Was it possible? First, though, definitely he'd have to show her some sign of interest.</p><p>     The Bard to all appearances was casually sitting there nursing a stein of ale.  But his mind was in disarray; she had come back and sat down nearby.  Why was he reacting like an adolescent?  Certainly those days were long past.  And for sure she wouldn't want anything to do with a blind man.  To cover up his nervousness, Reesling announced he wanted to sing.  He picked out a tune on his guitar and everyone turned to listen. </p><p>     When ye don't know what to do</p><p>      Run to me, run to me</p><p>      When ye don't know what to say</p><p>      Run to me....</p><p>      Ye know I'm not that far</p><p>      Wherever and whoever ye are</p><p>      Run to me, oh run</p><p>      When ye've cried all yer tears</p><p>      Run to me, run to me</p><p>      When ye've wearied with the years</p><p>      Run to me....</p><p>      I'm here to lend a hand</p><p>      When dreams turn to sand</p><p>       Run to me, oh run</p><p>      Run to me, run to me</p><p>      Oh run....</p>

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<p>     He covered for his nervousness by ordering another ale and engaging the group in a spirited conversation about their past adventures. Reesling didn't know what else to do. Tabaar eyed his friend with something approaching suspicion; the bard was certainly acting strangely. But why? The Elder Mystic looked around the room and sat back to think.</p><p>     Leeroy drained his glass of ale and grinned down at Treissae. "What do ye say to heading home about now?" The Wood Elf looked back at him with a small smile. "All right, but first you might want to wipe the foam out of your mustache." He did so, shaking his head in amusement as he stood up. "Leaving so soon?" Tyndall asked. "Aye, Treissae's a bit tired and I don't want to drink too much tonight. Let them know we said good night."</p><p>     Even as Tabaar watched his adopted son and daughter-in-law disappear through the door, he was still deep in thought and didn't move. A few moments later he sat up straight and took another look at Reesling, then he turned to observe Warlaa. Could it be they were attracted to each other? That would be sublime; the Elder Mystic had long given up hope that his friend would find a woman who would accept him for who he was.</p><p>     The Northwoman set down her drink and sighed. All the signs were there, and she felt that getting to know Reesling better was a good idea. She already liked his personality and how he had adapted to and overcome his disability as well as he could. Why couldn't she have met this man years ago? But Warlaa knew the answer was in choices made long ago. Could she take the initiative now? <em>If I don't take a chance, nothing will ever change. </em>The druid got up and walked over to the other side of the table. "Is this spot taken?" she asked. "No, have a seat," Tabaar gestured to the empty chair between him and the bard.</p><p>     She'd come over and sat down by him! Reesling had heard her walk over to sit by him; now she was talking with Tabaar and Archant about some place out in Antonica. "How about yerself, Reesling?" he heard her ask. "Were ye with them when they defeated the Scion of Darkness?" "Well, yes I was. We had come into the room but unbeknownst to us we had been noticed...."</p><p>     Warlaa had edged closer to Reesling as he recounted the tale. He was a natural storyteller and even though she was sure the story was an oft-retold one, everyone there listened intently. When he finished his account of the battle, everyone cheered as if it were last week's triumph, not decades ago. What struck her as appealing was his story had no hint of self-aggrandizement to it; in fact, he tended to make fun of his own role.  She wondered if he had always been like that, or whether Reesling had mellowed as he got older.  Whatever the case, she was finding herself fascinated. </p><p>     Tabaar inclined his head in a gesture to the others at the table then discreetly indicated the druid and bard's increasing interest in each other.  Archant nodded, and he and Bolwyn walked away, followed by Jimbob and Kebia, then Roanna, Gwenna and Gareth.  Tyndall, Raldyr and Tabaar brought up the rear as they all stepped outside.  "Ye see all that?" the Elder Mystic asked. "Raldyr, since ye know Warlaa well, what is yer opinion on this?"  The ranger pursed his lips and thought about it a minute. "Well, I know she spent a lot of years mourning for the man who jilted her, but on the way back she recounted a dream to me that might just be prophetic." "In what way?" Tabaar prompted him.  "She mentioned the words 'The unseeing voice will capture yer heart', but until we heard and saw Reesling we didn't know what it meant," Raldyr answered.  "This has to be a sign, Dad," Tyndall added.  "We all love and wish the best for Reesling at all times," Tabaar replied. "Let's hope this is more than wishful thinking."</p>

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<p>     He rolled over and looked down at the Wood Elf; she gave him a sleepy smile. Leeroy silently thanked Karana once again for the gift of this woman's love. "We need to be up and seeing to the day," he said softly. "I want to talk to Raldyr again before he leaves." Treissae kissed him on the cheek and got up. "Of course," she replied. "I'll take a quick bath then make us something to eat."</p><p>     A little later they arrived at Tabaar's house to find both the Elder Mystic and the Ranger already outside sitting on the steps. "Ah, hello there Leeroy and Treissae," Tabaar greeted them. "I trust ye slept well?" he continued with a wink. Treissae blushed and giggled. Leeroy just shook his head in amusement. "Raldyr, I heard ye say ye're going back to Windstalker Village today?" "Aye, I have my family to support. Pancora and I have 2 little ones to feed and another on the way."  They walked to the outer gate and the Ranger turned to the others. "I'll take my leave now," he said. "Thank ye, Tabaar, for getting in contact with me, and I was so glad to find out about ye Leeroy. Take care and ye are welcome to come visit anytime."</p><p>     "Let's head over to Reesling's place and see how he's doing," Tabaar suggested.  "Tyndall is on guard duty this morning; he said that the bard made it home all right."  The three of them walked along, enjoying the morning sunlight, and were almost to the destination when Treissae let out a squeak of surprise. "Huh?" Leeroy answered. The Wood Elf pointed.  Reesling's door had opened and the druid, Warlaa, was quietly slipping out into the street.  "Hey, now," Tabaar rumbled. Warlaa looked up, startled, then blushed.  "Sneaking off, are we?"  She recovered and made a frantic gesture of negation. "No, not at all. He doesn't have any food in the house and I was going to make breakfast."  The Elder Mystic tilted his head and gave her a strange look. "Were ye there....with him......all night?" Warlaa nodded and set off toward the marketplace with the others following. </p><p>     Reesling slowly woke up in a daze.  What had happened last night? Oh....was it possible? Had he dreamt it all?  He felt around but he was alone in the room.  "Warlaa?" No answer.  He  unsteadily got up and stumbled to the washing room.  Well, it seemed he had been left here after a memorable night. It had been so very very long since he had been with a woman.  He sighed and proceeded with his personal ablutions.  He felt unsteady on his feet and found he was leaning against a wall for support.  What was wrong with him?  And would she come back?</p><p>     The others watched while Warlaa quickly bought eggs, ham, and various vegetables.  She loaded them in a string bag and started back toward the bard's house. "I hope he didn't wake up yet; I wanted to surprise him. I'm a fairly accomplished cook and I am willing to bet he doesn't get home-cooked meals often."  "Aye, this is true," Tabaar replied.  "It's dangerous for him to have a lit stove or lamps."  "Well I plan to change that."  They arrived back at Reesling's house and Tabaar tapped on the door in an accustomed pattern. After about a minute it opened. "Hello, Tabaar," the bard greeted him. "Come in."   "I've got a couple of folks with me," the Elder Mystic replied. "Leeroy, Treissae, and a nice Druid ye might know."   "Warlaa? Ye're back? I thought ye had gone..."  "No, I was just out buying some food."  Reesling took a step forward toward the sound of her voice and held out a hand. Warlaa moved over to him and he pulled her close. "I thought ye'd disappeared," he murmured into her hair. </p><p>     She found basic cooking implements in the kitchen.  It was not anything very deluxe, but she had worked with less.  Soon, delicious smells filled the room and drifted out to where the others sat talking.  Reesling took a deep breath and got up. "I'm going to find out how long it'll be. I'm starved."  Treissae watched the bard closely. "I think he's in love with her," she quietly remarked.  "Let's hope she returns the sentiment," was Leeroy's rejoinder. "He's been alone way too long," Tabaar added. "I could say that about yerself," the younger Northman noted. "Aye, but no woman could ever hope to be what Aernatha was to me.  Any woman would just find herself competing with a memory for my affection. And I hope to be with her again in the Ethernere." </p>

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<p>     After the meal the five of them headed into South Qeynos. "Where'd ye learn to cook like that?" Tabaar asked Warlaa. "My mother taught me a few tricks but mostly I just experimented.  I paid attention to any dish I came across that I liked, and tried to duplicate it."  "Well, ye have a way with food; that was a delicious meal." They walked on until they reached the archway.  "There's our home," Leeroy pointed to a house across the street diagonally to their left.  "Reesling, it's the third house on the left once you go through the archway," Tabaar added. </p><p>    "I like what ye've done with the decor here," Warlaa commented.  "Aye, we combined Halasian furnishings with some elements of the Faydark," the Inquisitor replied. "You should see the loft," Treissae added.  Reesling carefully touched each object within reach as he slowly made his way to the stairs and up with the rest. "Hmm... I think i smell greenery," the bard commented. The others beheld a miniature forest planted in the bright space under the skylight.  "Now that is really a work of art. How did these trees get up here?" the Elder Mystic wanted to know. "I carried them up here and it wasn't easy," Leeroy chuckled. "They were heavy! But Treissae loves this place, and so do I."  Tabaar examined the plantings and the decorative rocks while Reesling felt the bark and leaves of the trees. "Very nice, a very soothing arrangement. I'd like to come up here sometime with my instruments and compose music here."</p><p>     "That's something I'd like to talk to ye about, Reesling," Leeroy mentioned when they were back downstairs. "What's that?" "I want to know how to play music and sing," the younger man replied.  "It all depends on yer abilities and skills, plus how much ye want to devote to learning. Some can't carry a tune, others don't have the coordination necessary to play. But if ye'd like, I can figure out at least if ye can do either of those."  "All right, that sounds fair."  "First of all, I am a baritone while ye are bass. This means yer voice register is lower, but I can reach most if not all of the range ye probably have, and ye may be able to reach most that I can.  Let's try this.  I am going to sing a phrase from the Frostfell carol 'Snow Time'.  <em>Oh, it's snow time it's snow time it's snow time again</em>..... now ye try."</p><p>      Leeroy took a deep breath. The others watched him and he felt very self-conscious. "<em>Oh, it's snow time, it's snow time, it's snow time again.</em>"  The bard held up a hand. "All right, ye do seem to hear the notes, and ye tried to replicate them. But ye were slow on the beat; there are no pauses between the repeats.  It's like this," - here Reesling repeated the line of the song. Leeroy tried again and felt a little more confident. "That's right, ye're using yer chest muscles to power yer voice now. And yer timing is improved. But I don't think the others want to spend the day listening to lessons," the bard admonished.   "We'll pick this up at a later time."</p><p>      Out in town again they were passing the mage tower when Treissae stopped and looked at the door. "I'd like to go in and ask a few questions," she said.  "Of course," Leeroy murmured.   "Excuse me but what do you need here?" came a voice. The Halasians looked down and there was a gnome. "Yes, I was talking to you.  How can I help you?" "Actually, I am the one who has some questions," the Wood Elf said. "Ah, hello there young lady. I am Pupil Adept Wazzelfop. Are you here to learn more of magery?" "Yes, I'd like to know more of conjuration, how it's done and how to become a conjuror."  Leeroy did a double take. His wife had not mentioned anything to him!  "Certainly," the gnome was saying. "Just take this portal up and see the conjuror trainer for more information.</p><p>      "Good day. I am Tilliana Steamsieve, conjuror trainer. What can I do for you?" a gnome woman in a blue robe looked up through round spectacles.  "Hello, I am Treissae Enothie. I would like to learn to be a conjuror."  "All right. Fill out this release form and you will need to pay a small materials and processing fee.  Then you will be assigned to a trainer for a couple of days until you have the basic knowledge."  Treissae shrugged and filled out the paperwork. Gnomes! Either they had their noses in building contraptions, or they were all business.  "When does class start?" she asked as the gnome reviewed her forms.  "Tomorrow morning bright and early right here on Tower grounds," was the reply.  "Now, twenty gold if you please for fees."   In exchange, Treissae received a metal disk with a design stamped in it.  "Bring that with you and be ready to start right away. Class lasts four hours."</p><p>     Leeroy had a lot of questions himself as they departed the tower.  "Did ye just decide to do that? And what is it about conjuration that ye want to try?" "My grandmother was a mage, and my mother just recently retired from being a conjuror.  I want to be able to help in case there is trouble or danger, and I don't want to be a burden."  The tall Halasian knelt down to her level. "I would never consider ye a burden, love," he earnestly replied.  "Whatever ye want and need, if it's in my power to provide, it's yers. This is a vow I make upon my honor...and with all the love I can express."</p><p>    </p>

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<p>      A set routine was swiftly established; at dawn Treissae would go to the mage tower training grounds for classes, and Leeroy would watch for a while.   After a couple of hours he would walk over to Reesling's place and tap on the door.  The bard was as good as his word; Leeroy learned simple chords on guitar, and he learned to sing.  Not by any means with a bard's skill, but he was pleased with his own progress.  Warlaa would pack a lunch for him and Treissae, and about the time that her class was over he'd be back at the mage tower. </p><p>     After a few days Treissae announced that she'd like to go out into Antonica and practice her skills.  "Our instructor said it would give us some real-world experience," she noted.  "Good idea," Leeroy replied.  Once out the gates, the Wood Elf asked a guard where she could try out her conjuring skills. "Oh, definitely get some of the vermin removed, and if you see any approaching gnolls, they are Qeynos' enemies and need to be pushed back.  Over that way," - here the guard pointed east - "are lots of vermin attracted by farming activity." Treissae thanked the guard and she and Leeroy made their way across the fields.</p><p>     "This looks like a good spot."  Treissae cast a spell and a rock elemental took shape. She cast spells  upon it to make it stronger and give it fiery arcane shielding.  "All right. Pet, attack that beetle!"  The pet ran to an orange crawling scarab and swung a crushing blow down on it. It feebly flipped over and tried to attack, but the pet hit it again and it stopped moving for good.  "Excellent," she addressed the construct, and sent it out again and again.  Leeroy sat under a tree and enjoyed the show.  "I'm not sure what's over that hill; I'm going to 'see through' the pet for a few seconds," the conjuror stated.  She stood still and cast, then the pet turned this way and that, moving around the hillside with purpose.  Treissae canceled the spell and called the pet to her. "Nothing until the next hill. Let's move over there."</p><p>     Not a lot of beetles were there but there were a few rats.  Treissae did the same as before, using the pet to clear out the vermin, then she started to cast her 'see through' spell on the pet. But for some reason that perhaps we'll never know, she somehow had Leeroy the recipient of the spell.  "Gaaah!" he shouted in shock, falling backward onto his posterior, and scrabbling in the dirt. "I can't......what is wrong with me?"  Treissae frantically turned the pet to face the stunned Inquisitor.  "Oh, I'm so sorry, I got the spell on you..." "What the....oh gods oh gods oh gods...." he said in a very agitated voice, rising surprisingly in pitch.  Treissae finally got the spell canceled and Leeroy abruptly slumped in the grass and gasped for breath. "Are you all right?" the Wood Elf entreated him.  Between gulps of air he managed to nod and said "aye" as he slowly gained his feet. "How did ye....I mean, do ye even realize what this might mean?"</p><p>     The priest had the mage sit under a tree, and he sat down beside her.  "I saw through the pet's eyes; I didn't know what was going on so I guess i panicked.  But Treissae. I have prayed for a sign that I might have been heard. I had taken a personal vow to somehow help out Reesling if I could find a way."  He gripped her arms. "What if this works on him?" Her eyes grew wide. "Is it possible?" "It could be. After all, he says he can see in dreams...I want to take the chance. But we'll have to speak to Tabaar and I'm sure he'll want a demonstration."</p><p>     Back in Qeynos, Tabaar listened with increasing incredulity to the story. "But why are ye telling me?"  "We want to try it out on Reesling...." "What? Could it work?  I don't know... try it on me first I have to know what to expect."  Treissae obliged. "Oh...." Tabaar murmured as the pet turned this way and that, giving him a strange view of the others.....and himself sitting in his chair staring at nothing.  It only lasted a short time as Treissae canceled the spell as soon as Tabaar held up a hand.  "Amazing. I've never heard of a conjuror doing this...and ye say ye did it by mistake? If this works on a blind man it will be a dream come true."  "But I cannot make the spell last very long, maybe about two or three minutes before it would dissipate," the young Conjuror answered.  "That's long enough to make an old friend's wish come true.  Leave it to me; I need to get some folks together in a secluded location."</p><p>     The next day, the Elder Mystic sent word for everyone who could attend to come to Elddar Grove and meet not far from the archery range in the midafternoon, except for the bard. "I called ye here to tell ye something possibly momentous. There may be a way, at least very temporarily, to allow Reesling to regain his sight."  Gasps of astonishment greeted his words. Tabaar held up a hand. "I know, it's incredible but both I and Leeroy have experienced the condition we believe will cause this."  He explained carefully what needed to be done.  "There's always the chance it won't work," Jimbob pointed out.  "Aye, this is true, and it's why he doesn't know yet. If it doesn't work, then he won't even know (I hope) that we tried it.  I can always cover up with a convincing story."  Tabaar drew himself to his full height. "But if it does...I want to see his reaction, and I feel I have owed him this for so long.  I felt I failed him when I couldn't save his sight and I hope this would be a small repayment of my debt." </p><p>     While Tabaar carefully arranged the situation, Tyndall headed over to Reesling's house and escorted him to the meeting place. "What's this all about?" the bard wanted to know when he arrived. "We have some ideas and plans to discuss," the Elder Mystic replied. "Please have a seat."  Reesling wondered to himself what was going on. The focus seemed to be on himself and he didn't much like it.  Had he gotten in some sort of trouble? "All right Treissae, go ahead," Tabaar was saying.  Reesling could hear the others fidgeting directly across from him, and a weird scraping sound like rocks on rocks.  "It's ready," he heard the Wood Elf say.  Ready for what? Was this some sort of surprise party.....or a prank?  Then it happened.....and Reesling would never again be the same.</p><p>     For the first time in thirty long years, the bard's world was flooded with light.</p>

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<p>His mouth hung open for a long moment. The blurred brightness resolved itself into what seemed to be a group of people standing in front of him. "Have I died? Is this the Ethernere?" Reesling finally managed to gasp out. "Indeed not, friend Reesling," said a white-bearded Halasian man. "Tabaar???" the bard cried out. "But... what is happening? How, HOW am I able to see ye?" He lifted his hands in front of his face but the view was not obscured. "It's Treissae's elemental construct. She has a spell going that is allowing ye to use its eyes to see with," the Elder Mystic replied. "We don't know how long she can keep the spell running, so everyone will speak so ye can recognize them." "Hello, Reesling," said Tyndall. "Hello," Leeroy echoed. So it went as at last the bard could place faces to voices. At the end of the line was a red-haired woman..."Warlaa," he breathed. "Aye, it's me." "Ye're more beautiful than I imagined."</p><p>This had to be a dream or something, Reesling had decided. It was beyond his wildest imagination that something like this could happen to him. "Treissae's going to turn the pet now to face ye," Tabaar remarked. His borrowed vision shifted and into his field of view appeared a seated Northman of middle age, with windblown gray hair and drooping mustache. "That's me? How'd I get so old?" The others chuckled in amusement. "The same way we all do," Tabaar remarked. "Time."</p><p>"It's starting to fade," the Wood Elf cautioned. Sure enough, the bard's vision darkened and blurred, then the light was gone. Reesling was breathing hard, trying to fathom what had just happened to him. "I don't have words....that was a miracle...'thank ye so much' doesn't even begin to convey my appreciation..." he choked back a sob and continued, "it's something I would never have dared dream about coming true while I am still alive." The others crowded around to pat him on the back while he embraced Warlaa. Then he knelt down and hugged the Wood Elf. "Thank ye so much, young lady for what ye've done today."</p><p>Back at the Elder Mystic's home they all discussed the import of the success of the experiment. "Ye do know that this has to stay under wraps," cautioned Tabaar. "All we need is attention brought to the situation by the authorities." There was general agreement on this. "And it's not something that can just be done anytime and anyplace," Kebia added. "Tongues do wag, and rumors fly." Treissae nodded. "Not only that, but it's exhausting to maintain that spell. I'm worn out and the day's only half gone," she remarked. "We need to reach a consensus here," Tabaar noted. "As Reesling's friend I want to have him able to make use of Treissae's talent as much as possible...but I also want the young lady to be comfortable and not inconvenienced....and certainly never placed in any danger nor any attention brought to Leeroy's status." "I hadn't thought of that," mused the Inquisitor. "Reesling, yer thoughts on this?"</p><p>The bard took a deep breath. "I want what is best for the whole situation. From a purely selfish viewpoint, I'd like to use that vision over and over as soon as the spell can be recast. But of course that wouldn't be workable. It is a precious gift and as such I will treat it with the care and respect that is due. In the end, Treissae, it's yer call whether or how often ye grant me the vision. I already owe ye all more than I can ever repay, and I will spend the rest of my life trying." Tabaar was curious. "In what way?" "I gave up my training as a bard when I had my accident, but now is the time to resume it." "That would be great!" Tyndall broke in. The Elder Mystic smiled and said, "Aye, now ye can become the Dirge ye always were meant to be."</p>

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<p>     "I've gone out and watched a few other conjurors at work besides yerself," Leeroy told Treissae a few days later. "None of them show any sign of trouble with that spell.  I even asked one about it, and he basically brushed me off, saying the spell only worked between him and the construct, period."  He put his hands on her shoulders and knelt down in front of the Wood Elf.  "It has to be some sort of miracle is all I can say."  She nodded, eyes wide.  "Warlaa and I have been discussing a few things, that included," Treissae replied.  "What sort of things?" Leeroy wanted to know. "Well, she wants to surprise Reesling, and needs my help for it. Here's what we thought up...."</p><p>     Tabaar laughed uproariously when told of the idea. "That would be just fantastic - if he doesn't panic and run for it! Leave it to me to get everyone together again.  This'll be fun!"  Indeed, the Elder Mystic had been much more upbeat since that miraculous afternoon.  Leeroy had asked Tyndall about this the previous day.  "Aye, Dad has been through so much over the years.  This means so much to him," the guard looked the Inquisitor in the eyes intently. "And did ye know having yerself restored to the family did also? My father spent years searching for answers.  Now his prayers have been heeded."  Leeroy nodded. "Mine also."</p><p>     "Did ye get it put up?" "Yes, it's in place," Warlaa informed the shaman.  "That's the perfect cover, having us all over for lunch," Tabaar smirked.   They walked back inside to find Reesling setting the table.  "I can't cook but I can sure put a fork to the left of the plate," he joked.   The Druid gave him a kiss on the cheek and continued into the kitchen.  Guests had begun filing in; the Elder Mystic had informed them all of the plan and sworn them to silence.  Most couldn't help eyeing the banner on the wall and stifling a snicker.  A couple of them found that the only solution was to take seats at the table facing away from it.  </p><p>     Warlaa served a delicious meal as always. There was plenty to go around, and everyone had seconds.  Afterwards she opened a bottle of very good wine.  "A toast to the hostess," Jimbob proclaimed, waving his glass. "To Warlaa, for the great food!"  "Hear, hear," echoed around the room as glasses clinked.  Reesling smiled and agreed; he was having a very good time indeed.   Tabaar raised his hand slightly and inclined his head toward Treissae. She nodded and quietly conjured up a construct against the wall facing the banner. </p><p>     "I have the pet ready," the Wood Elf announced.  Reesling raised his eyebrows. "I'd love to see this," he murmured. "I'll bet you would," Tabaar said under his breath as he tried valiantly to chew down a grin.  "Ye ready, Warlaa?" "Aye, as ready as I'll ever be," she replied.  The bard was confused.  What did she have up her sleeve?  Then the darkness parted again for the few precious minutes he would have to see for that day.  What he expected to see was the room full of guests, the table, and of course Warlaa.  Then the blurriness cleared and he saw the banner on the wall.  It read, <strong>"Reesling, will ye marry me?"</strong></p><p><strong>    </strong>  He gasped and stood up, knocking his chair over in the process.  "I...what..." the words would not come; for once the bard was speechless.  Warlaa stood there under the banner, smiling with tears in her eyes.  "Yes!" Reesling said at last.  "Yes, and I should have asked ye first!"  He covered the distance between them in three strides and put his arms around the druid, pulling her close for a kiss.  The room erupted in cheers and well-wishes as they embraced.  "Now I have a surprise for ye," the bard laughed as he turned toward Tabaar. "Ye're here, and I know ye had something to do with this," he pointed at the shaman.  "Now ye get to make it official."  "Now?" Tabaar repeated. "Now?" Warlaa echoed. "Yes, now I'm putting ye on the spot!" Reesling boomed.   The cheering started anew as the Elder Mystic took up his position in front of the couple.</p><p>    Tabaar tapped the floor with his staff for attention. "We are here to witness sacred marriage between Reesling Icereaver and Warlaa MacTavish.  If anyone has reason to challenge this union, they must speak now or never."  The Elder Mystic glanced about the room.  No one spoke.  "Then we shall proceed.  Reesling, will ye agree to love and cherish this woman, until the day ye die?" "Aye!"  "Warlaa, will ye agree to love and cherish this man, until the day ye die?" "Yes, indeed."  "Both of ye: do ye agree to protect each other and any offspring, and care for each other through health and ill, until death's final parting?"  "Aye!" "Yes, yes!"  They turned to each other and Tabaar proclaimed, "Then I do declare ye husband and wife!" </p><p>   </p>

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<p>     The celebration had moved to the local tavern, leaving the newlyweds their privacy.  "Can we go home too?" Treissae asked Leeroy. "I'm feeling kind of tired." "Of course we can; are ye all right?" he responded with concern. "Must be holding that see spell for the whole ceremony; I'm drained," the Conjuror continued.  Leeroy smiled. "That was something that Reesling and Warlaa - and all of us -  will always remember, love."  </p><p>     Once inside their South Qeynos home, Treissae began getting ready for bed. "So soon?" Leeroy wanted to know. "Yes, I can't stay awake."  The Halasian shrugged and decided that he should try getting some sleep himself.  No doubt she'd feel better in the morning.  And he'd be better off with a full night's rest. </p><p>     Sunshine streaming in woke Leeroy mid-morning.  He was surprised to find that Treissae was still fast asleep.  <em>That's strange,</em> he thought.  She needed less sleep than he did normally; often times the Northman had woken up to find the Wood Elf watching him, or making breakfast.  Well, there was an idea!  He was hungry and breakfast needed to be made; he'd do that himself. </p><p>     He figured the clatter of pans and dishes in the kitchen would wake Treissae, so when the food was ready he waited a couple minutes. When no Wood Elf was forthcoming, Leeroy padded into the bedroom to investigate.  He blinked; she was still asleep!  Ah, a perfect opportunity... he went back into the kitchen and got her plate ready, then placed it on a tray. He carried the tray back in the bedroom and softly called her name.</p><p>    Treissae awoke to the sound of her husband's voice; had she overslept? He needed to be fed! She looked and to her surprise he had in his hands a tray of food.  "Good morning love," he said with a grin. "Time to eat."  She sat up and felt a wave of dizziness.  Then Leeroy set the tray down on the bed by her and she looked down.  Eggs, ham, steamed carrots, a glass of milk.  Steam curled up from the food and brought its smell to her nose.</p><p>     She had looked at him in surprise and then back down at the food.  To his utter shock she turned pale then half-fell, half-stumbled out of the bed and ran toward the washing room. The sounds coming from there were definitely not what he was expecting! She served this food all the time and Leeroy could cook all right too; he was confused and concerned, so he went to see what was the matter.  She was very pale and had obviously been sick.  "What's wrong? Why are ye sick?"  Treissae rinsed her mouth several times before she answered. "I...I don't know. The food looked so good then the smell hit me and I barely made it in here..."  Leeroy didn't know what to do but try to diagnose.  "Do ye have a fever?" "I don't think so."  "Maybe ye ate something bad yesterday." "It's possible but I woke up hungry and only when I sat up I got dizzy then the smell of the food got to me." </p><p>     The Wood Elf wondered herself why she felt like she did.  She'd never gotten sick like this and from what?  Smelling food?  Very strange.  She would have to ask her mother about....oh.  A memory intruded upon her thoughts of Fanada saying how sick she'd been while pregnant with Treissae.  That would explain everything, including her missed cycle...</p><p>     "We need to get ye over to see Tabaar; he's better with illnesses than I am," Leeroy was saying.  "Um, all right, good idea, but I'm not sick I don't think," Treissae replied. Leeroy frowned "What do ye mean? Ye looked pretty ill to me a minute ago. It could be serious!"  Treissae allowed herself a small smile.  "Yes, it's serious, but I still say I don't think I'm ill," she repeated.  The Halasian replied with a rather agitated,  "I don't understand!"   Treissae realized she was causing the Northman to become frantic, and that wasn't a good idea.   "Leeroy, I think I'm pregnant." </p><p>    </p>

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<p>     He stared at her for so long that Treissae started to wonder if he was somehow displeased. "Pregnant? A baby?" Leeroy finally managed to say. She nodded and he broke into a grin, then dropped to his knees to embrace her. "We've got to tell everyone," he murmured, then, "A baby...mine...I'm going to be a father!" The Halasian laughed with delight and relief. "I'm glad ye're not ill, but this was a big surprise. Let's tell the others!"</p><p>     It seemed way too early when there came an insistent knock at Tabaar's door. Dawn roustings usually meant someone was ill, had been all night, and now really needed medical attention. He groaned and drew on a robe as his joints protested the sudden exercise. "On my way, be right there," he called out as the tapping continued. He padded to the door and flung it open. "What can I...Leeroy! Treissae! What are ye two here so early for? Are ye all right?" The younger man nodded and tried to suppress a grin, but failed. "Yes! I need to tell ye that...um...well, Treissae's...tell him, Treissae!" Leeroy blushed. The Wood Elf gave him a tolerant look and spoke up. "Tabaar, it seems that I am pregnant." The Elder Mystic's eyes widened. "Really? What great news! Congratulations! Come in, we need to talk about this and how it's going to affect ye both."</p><p>     Good advice is always valuable, and luckily both of them recognized Tabaar's advice as excellent. "I cannot stress enough how important it is to take care of yerself," he admonished Treissae. "If ye will agree, I'll monitor yer pregnancy and watch for any signs of problems." Treissae and Leeroy looked at each other, then she agreed. They both knew how thoroughly careful, even obsessive, Tabaar was about the subject. He would be picky but nothing would get by him. In a very private moment, the older man had told them how he had sworn a vow to never see another woman die in childbirth, and he had kept that vow.</p><p>      "First of all, disparate sizes. Young lady, any child ye carry by him is going to be larger than what would be normal for yerself. This will put a strain on yer body, and ye may find that ye end up having to lie down most of the time. We'll need to get ye lotions to keep yer belly skin supple; it's going to stretch. Diet's another thing. Eat what ye find good to eat, but don't drink any alcohol. Definitely let me know if ye go a whole day unable to keep food down." The Elder Mystic turned to Leeroy. "I've counseled many young couples on the subject, and always the men have a question: they want to know how long into the pregnancy they can continue intimate relations." Tabaar snorted. "I tell them if the wife isn't comfortable, they have to abstain. And that they both need to anyhow in the last few weeks. Not," Tabaar waved a hand in dismissal, "that ye would be so crass. Just part of the lecture."</p><p>     The Elder Mystic opened his front door and looked around. Sure enough, there were a few children playing in the street. He called out, "Who wants to earn a shiny silver coin?" "Me! ME! Me!" they all shouted. "All right, I need ye to bring a message runner to my door!" It wasn't long before one arrived followed by the now-breathless children. "Here's yer coins," Tabaar told the young boys, "and I need yer services, messenger. I need ye to go to the following addresses and ask the residents to come here for an announcement."</p><p>     "So what's the big occasion?" Jimbob wanted to know as he leaned against a bookshelf. The others found spots to stand in the increasingly crowded room. Reesling moved forward, carefully touching objects and setting his mental map of the place. "Aye, the suspense is getting to me!" he opined. "Well, that's for our happy young couple to say," Tabaar replied. Leeroy took a deep breath. "I'm thrilled to announce that Treissae and I are expecting a baby!"</p><p>     Shouts of congratulations filled the air as Treissae received hugs and well-wishes, and in the case of the bard, a very gallant kiss on the hand. Leeroy was staggering around a bit as he was backslapped and arm-punched. Jokes and innuendoes were voiced, until a rather raunchy one made Tabaar narrow his eyes and shake his head emphatically at the offending party. "I for one am looking forward to being a grandfather," the Elder Mystic remarked. "Let's go celebrate!"</p>

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<p>     One afternoon Tabaar was visiting Reesling when the bard proposed a visit to the certification board.  "I passed my ranged test yesterday, thanks to Treissae's help with the pet vision, and I don't know any further reason they could turn me down."  Tabaar eyed his friend curiously. "Didn't the archery range folks have questions about yer...ability?"  "Nay," Reesling chuckled.  "I had the young lady make her pet invisible before we arrived:  they never had any idea that I was a blind man."  The Elder Mystic roared with laughter. "I always said ye were a rogue in bard's clothing!"</p><p>     "I'm sorry, sir, someone not a friend or relation has to vouch for you in order for us to grant a waiver to become a Dirge."  Tabaar let out an exasperated sigh; Reesling sagged in his chair in defeat. "I guess that's it." "No! We'll find a way around this roadblock!" Tabaar began arguing vociferously with the official but wasn't really making any progress when a young human man stepped into the doorway, interrupting the shaman's tirade.</p><p>     "Excuse me but I couldn't help hearing what was going on."  Reesling stood up in surprise and recognition of the voice.  "Chennault! I never expected to hear from ye again!"  "I couldn't possibly go without paying my debt," Chennault replied.  He turned to the bureaucrat. "I can vouch for the Halasian bard.  I met him last week and he was a great and capable help to me. Here's what happened...."</p><p>     Chennault had always wanted to be a Warden of the Forest, and at last he was realizing his dream through hard work and persistence.  Many people tended not to take him seriously, perhaps because he had a vague look of delicacy about him. He'd grown a beard to try to offset the impression but the illusion remained. </p><p>     He traveled to various locales, honing his druidic skills, but met his match when he tried to take on the vicious Drolvargs on Kylong Plains.  Only a translocation spell spared him a messy death.  Discouraged, the young man sat on the dock and considered going back to easier foes.  But how people would talk...."Look, he's back, of course the wimp couldn't handle it."  Chennault ground his teeth in frustration.  What was he to do?</p><p>     The sound of guitar chords intruded upon his self-pity.  He looked up to see a middle-aged Barbarian man astride a Rime icemare riding by playing and singing softly to himself.  In spite of himself, Chennault was intrigued.  He didn't even know that Barbarians enjoyed music, and this one played very well indeed.  Glittering swords hung at his sides, and a huge bow was slung across his back. He certainly looked like a skilled fighter.  The young warden watched with great interest as the man abruptly spurred his horse toward an approaching Drachnid.  He dropped the instrument so it hung from a strap, and drew his swords.  As the enemy closed in, steel flashed and blood splattered, leaving the spiderlike creature's body twitching in the dust.  The Barbarian wheeled his mount and trotted up to a dock official. "Here's my proof," he said and was paid.  There was an idea!  If Chennault could work with this Barbarian, a lot could get done.  So he gathered up his courage and made an approach.</p><p>     "Um....hello there sir.  Excuse me but I am also bounty hunting and I think we could work together." The man turned in his direction, looking haughty and regal.  "Ye do eh?  What skills do ye have?" "I'm a Warden." "A druid? Hmm... my wife's a druid too."  The bard smiled as he said this, and Chennault's unease at the big man's strange demeanor eased somewhat.  "What is yer name?" "I'm Chennault." "Well, I'm Reesling, bard of Qeynos. Please to meet ye. Are ye ready to go? What do ye need to bring in?" "Oh yes, Drolvarg weapons," the warden remembered.  "All right, let's go." </p><p>     Chennault followed Reesling across the river and up the slope toward Karnor Castle and soon found some of the werewolf-like beasts.  One spotted them and snarled; Reesling unslung his bow as the Drolvarg charged.  His arrow hit the mark, dropping it in mid-stride.  Chennault finished it off with his sword.  This was so much easier!  They rode and slew all the way to the overlook behind the castle.  Upon a rock stood the obvious leader of the Drolvargs.  "There's one! That's got to be a boss Drolvarg," Chennault said, pointing.  "Where?" Reesling asked.  "Over there!" The bard turned this way and that, and the Warden lost patience.  "It's right there above you on that rock! Come on man, are you blind?"</p><p>     Most of us get to wish they could take back what they said at some time or other. Now was the time for Chennault.   The bard wheeled his horse around to face the Warden. "Do ye think that's funny? I don't like being mocked for my handicap!" Reesling snapped.  Chennault stared in horror.  That was why the bard hadn't made eye contact!  He <em><strong>was</strong></em> blind! "Oh gods, I'm sorry I really didn't know, you hide it so well....I'll just go now." "Wait. Ye'll do no such thing. We have some work to do yet."  "But..." "Forget it. Ye didn't mean to offend, so be it. Now tell me what direction to face and what angle the leader Drolvarg is at, and I'll get him down here."  Chennault could feel his face burning bright red.  His only consolation was that the bard couldn't see it.  "Um...all right he's off your left shoulder and ....can you feel the sun? About that angle."  Reesling nodded, nocked his bow and let fly a shot.  A scream of pain and rage split the air, and down the rock came one very angry Drolvarg, only to meet steel blades.  The creature bit the bard on the arm, giving Chennault a chance to use his healing spells.  It was a harder fight than most but the outcome was never in doubt. </p><p>     Back at the dock, they turned in their proof for bounty payments.  The bard  turned toward the Warden.  "I thank ye for helping me out. Always easier with someone along." Chennault gulped. "I'm the one who should be thanking you....and apologizing again for being so dense and an insensitive jerk. I wish there was something I could do to make it up to you."  "I'm not sure there's anything I need," Reesling said.  "But if ye ever are in Qeynos look me up.... or the Elder Mystic, Tabaar Hammersmite. He's my best friend."</p><p>     "....so I came here and it just so happened I overheard the discussion about Reesling.  I am not only vouching for him, I would trust him to be the best Dirge around. Please consider this for a waiver."  The official pondered a moment, then shrugged. "All right. Reesling Icereaver, you are hereby granted a waiver. You are as of now certified as a Dirge."  "YES!" shouted Tabaar, thrusting a fist into the air.  The newly minted Dirge was grinning from ear to ear, and the Warden laughed.  "I suppose I made up for my stupid remark?" he slyly asked.  "Definitely!"</p>

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<p>     Under Halasian rules and custom, as a first-time father, Leeroy would soon have some extra responsibilities. Northmen from time out of mind traditionally presented their firstborn formally to the Clan three days after birth, wrapped in a fine fur harvested by the father himself. <em>Better get working on that,</em> Leeroy thought. It would take time to prepare the pelt and he wanted it right and ready in plenty of time.</p><p>     "Anything ye need while I'm away, just ask Tabaar or Reesling and Warlaa." His expression grew tender. "I'll miss ye very much; I'll hurry back as fast as I can, love." He knelt down and embraced the Wood Elf, running his hand softly over her bulging belly. Leeroy chuckled and shook his head ruefully. "If I don't get going now I'll miss the boat. I love ye, Treissae, so much..." He turned quickly as her soft answer nearly broke his resolve. "I love you too, Leeroy," Treissae murmured, as the Halasian swiftly walked down the dock and boarded the ship to Everfrost.</p><p>     He hadn't been back since the fateful day he'd been reunited with his uncle and cousin, and the place brought back memories unbidden. Leeroy sighed and walked across the dock toward the skiff storage area. He frowned as he saw something odd down at the very end of the overlook. The air seemed to shimmer there, and strange bits of rock lay everywhere. He picked one up and it seemed to not belong, somehow, so he tossed it toward the strange spot in the air to see what it would do. It vanished with a popping noise. "Huh," Leeroy said, and took a few steps toward the odd spot. It felt like stepping into quicksand, and before he could recover he was abruptly pulled in.</p><p>     Awareness of his surroundings came slowly as Leeroy struggled to his feet. What was this place? He grabbed his weapon and looked around warily. No snow was in evidence; in fact, there was grass and trees and pavilions...and strange menacing creatures roaming and flying about. Where was he? One moment he'd been in Everfrost and now it was like he was in another world. Leeroy fought down a rising sense of panic and took a few steps forward.</p><p>     Three of the flying objects attacked him and he defended himself, quickly shattering the little globes. Not a friendly place indeed! Then a satyr came walking around the path and noticed the Northman. It was a much harder fight; the creature was very tough...but it dropped dead after a few well-placed blows. Leeroy was thoroughly worked up by now and he strode up the curving staircase to the pavilion to confront a spirit he could see there. "Ye better explain the reception I got...and why I was brought here in the first place," he grated. The ghost woman started talking but at first made no sense. "She has to be protected... oh no, I have failed....what has happened to this plane?" The Halasian frowned. "Who are ye? And what is this place?" "I am - was - one of her protectors. I am spirit bound to what is left of her realm. You can call it the Shard of Love. Oh, what is wrong with this place? I sense such anger, despair, mourning and suffering....can you help me?" implored the ghost. Leeroy heard the words but until now they hadn't sunk in. "By her ye mean Erollisi Marr?" "Yes! Oh, I failed her and she was killed."</p><p>     So, this was the realm of the creator of his people...and it had gone terribly wrong without her. Had the people of the North also strayed from what path Erollisi had envisioned for them? "What can I do to help?" he asked. "Talk to the other protectors maybe we can find out what is wrong here." He nodded and walked up the path. Obviously the ghost was confused and had nothing to do with the attacks on him, but he'd have to be ready for more strange things in a place like this. He wanted out, badly, but would have to solve this problem so he could get some straight answers.</p><p>     What a place! Even the fairies were twisted and aggressive. Even insects got involved, to say nothing of deer with sharp hooves and nasty tempers. It took him a long time to work his way to the other ghosts, and they were even more confused than the first one, but they did give him some ideas. Leeroy reported back to the first one to see what she said. "I sense a brooding presence that is causing this realm to be twisted. Maybe if you make your way up to the top pavilion to her memorial, you will find something."</p><p>     Of course there were some sort of restless spirits guarding the tomb, and they wouldn't let the Northman by without a fight. Once the way was clear, Leeroy stepped back and prepared himself for whatever lay beyond. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open then slipped through quickly. An immense figure faced away from him; at first he thought it was a statue. Then it turned to face him and Leeroy turned pale. It had to be....</p><p>     "Who are you to invade my sister's tomb and intrude upon my grief?" shouted the towering being, and rushed to attack the Halasian. Leeroy almost didn't defend himself that first moment and barely got out of the way with his life. Mithaniel Marr, her brother! he was fighting a demigod! He grimly threw himself fully into the fight, realizing that he wasn't likely to survive long. But no Northman ever ran. Ever. Then Mithaniel hit him across the chest with his shield, throwing Leeroy across the room. He heard ribs crack and he had twisted an ankle but got back up quickly as the demigod pressed the attack. It happened again and this time he felt the broken ribs cut into his lungs. Leeroy forced himself back up just as Mithaniel got there, and managed to hit him very hard on the knee with his mace. The demigod almost casually swung his sword and hit Leeroy's shield so hard it was driven back against the broken ribs, hard, and this time he landed in a heap in the middle of the floor, coughing up blood.</p><p>     "Enough!" shouted Mithaniel. Leeroy looked up in detachment at the figure. He realized that the injuries he'd sustained were killing him fast, and he tried to speak but only succeeded in choking on blood. Hopefully the demigod would finish him off quickly. Ah, there he was pointing the sword ready for the death blow... "I realize that you, mortal, were trying to get my attention and free me from the chains of grief I put upon myself. I apologize." Mithaniel touched the sword point to Leeroy's throat and discharged some sort of lightning bolt. The Northman felt himself pulled back from the edge of death and healed fully. He scrambled to his feet and bowed deeply, still very fearful.</p><p>     Mithaniel turned and walked to the coffin, lamented his mistakes, and used his sword to shatter it. "My sister's spirit is free now, as am I." He turned to Leeroy and looked him over. "You are one of her children. It is fitting that I go back to the Plane of Valor, as I should be there, but first I will make something right that has been wrong for a long time for the children of the North, the children of Erollisi." He picked up a statue of his sister from the front entrance of the tomb and turned to go. "Oh, I have provided you a way back to your homeland," the demigod indicated a shimmering spot nearby. "Good fortune and good life, young man." With that Mithaniel vanished, leaving only a box on the ground.</p><p>     He took deep breaths, trying to calm himself. That box sitting there, what was in it? Leeroy peered inside. A very fine silver snow leopard pelt, and something else. It was a staff, very ornate with a red base and blue top. <em>For Valor!</em> was inscribed on it. A treasure indeed. He gathered up the items and walked through the shimmer, and found himself standing on the Everfrost dock. Leeroy shuddered with relief. He just wanted to get home now. But how long had he been in that place? What if it had been days....weeks? There was a ship at dock so he went aboard and paid his way. "Back already, eh?" asked one sailor. "You're just in time for us to shove off and head back." He had only been an hour or so away? Well, he had a tale of epic proportions to tell, and it would be good to be home.</p>

[StormQueen]

<p>     He stowed his belongings in the assigned locker and went to sit on the aft deck.  Sunset brought a freshening sea from the southwest; the crew got busy shortening sail.  "Storm on the way; be very careful," the captain cautioned the passengers.  "Best if you stay belowdecks."  Leeroy found a place to sit.  As darkness fell, the storm hit, causing the sailing ship to rock even more.  It got unpleasant very soon as people fell ill from the motion.  The Inquisitor did what he could to help but the smell was making him queasy as well.   He retreated up onto deck and hung over the rail, waiting for his stomach to relax.  He wasn't looking, and neither was the crew, when the craft broached to and a wave hit the aft deck where the Northman was standing, flipping him headlong over the railing.</p><p>    He didn't have time to cry out as he was plunged into seawater.  Leeroy came up coughing and very disoriented.  <em>Overboard! I fell overboard! </em>he realized and shouted for help, but in that same moment he saw the dim outline of the ship in the distance, getting smaller by the moment as it was driven by the gale-force winds.  He was in serious trouble if they didn't tack back and search for him.  Leeroy shouted again but the ship didn't deviate from its course, and soon disappeared into the night.</p><p>     The crew never noticed they had a man overboard until about an hour later when a passenger asked where that barbarian priest went that had been helping the sick people.   The purser frowned and did a quick headcount.  One short.  Then he had the barbarians all counted. Still one short.  "Anyone seen the young barbarian who came aboard in Everfrost?" he asked.  No one knew.  It was his worst nightmare - and the captain's - apparently they'd lost a passenger overboard in the storm. </p><p>     Leeroy was a strong swimmer, so that was the least of his worries.  The problem was, he didn't know which way led to land, if any were nearby.  No stars were out for him to navigate by.   Thirst would become a problem very soon, far more so than being adrift.  At least he hadn't been wearing heavy armor; that had been stowed away for the trip.  But he had nothing else but his clothes, not even his weapon.  Maybe they'd come back looking for him; it was the only chance he had before morning.</p><p>     "Head back and start looking," ordered the captain.  "I don't care if it takes time or delays the other passengers."  They hove to and began tacking back the way they had come, and it was slow going.  Crew and passengers lined the decks, watching the tossing seas for signs of life.   Once someone spotted something but it turned out to be a whale.   Back and forth they searched without a lot of hope; they weren't sure even where to look but they had to try. </p><p>     The current had caused Leeroy to drift quite a ways by the time faint light colored the eastern sky.  No land was in sight.  He started swimming southeast, hoping he could get to the Antonican shore.  He wasn't looking forward to the sun beating down on him.  And had he been missed? Would someone get word to Treissae?  She would be frantic, and Tabaar would stop at nothing to find him, Leeroy was sure.  He just had to survive long enough to be rescued.</p><p>     The captain shook his head. "We've searched for hours and no sign of him.  I have to get these passengers to Qeynos Harbor."  He turned to the purser. "Make out a report of this incident; I'll deal with the authorities myself."  They resumed course and arrived in Qeynos where they were met by security forces.  "There's been an incident," the captain addressed the Halasian guard at the dock. "We had a passenger go overboard in last night's storm and though we searched for him we never found him." The guard nodded and scribbled some notes. "I'll need you to sign this form that we reported the incident as soon as we disembarked," the purser said and offered the guard a scroll.  The Northman signed it and in curiosity scanned the document.  "NO!" he bellowed and dropped the scroll. "Not him! Not after all he's been through!" </p><p>      Tyndall ran as fast as he could, heedless of scattering groups of people as he went.  He pelted through the gates leading to Graystone Yard and down the streets to Tabaar's home.  "Dad!" he shouted as he burst through the door. "What is it, son? Ye look like ye've seen a ghost," the Elder Mystic said. "It's Leeroy! He's missing!" "What? What do ye mean?" "He was on the ship from Everfrost and they lost him overboard," Tyndall gasped out.  Tabaar turned white as a sheet and slumped down in his chair. "Oh, no........Leeroy.......we're going to mount a full-scale search. I don't care what it takes.  But first I have to tell his wife."</p>

[StormQueen]

<p>     Treissae answered the door to find the Elder Mystic and his son Tyndall.  "Come in, what can I do for -" she broke off abruptly when she saw they were not there for a social call.  With a rising sense of dread she waited for Tabaar to speak.  "I'm afraid I have some bad news for ye."  He squeezed his eyes tightly shut and swallowed hard, then looked back down at the Wood Elf.  "The ship returning from Everfrost hit a storm and...apparently Leeroy was swept overboard."</p><p>     The pregnant Wood Elf shrieked and collapsed on her doorstep.  Tyndall picked her up and grimly carried her to her bed.  "I'll take over from here, son," Tabaar said quietly.  "Treissae, look at me.  I promise, I swear by my honor and Clan, that I will not give up until he's found, or I will die trying.  The Elder Mystic embraced his daughter-in-law and unashamedly wept with her.  "Whatever happens," he choked out, "Clan Hammersmite is at yer service anytime ye need."</p><p>     Leeroy realized that he was in serious trouble about midday.  The hot sun and its reflection were burning his face, and his need for fresh water was now acute.  His lips were cracked and bleeding, and the saltwater was raising blisters where his clothing chafed, further accelerating his fluid loss.  There was nothing in sight but the sky and trackless sea.</p><p>     The captain of the ferry ship was still in port on leave until the investigation into the incident was complete; the man had Leeroy's possessions for his next of kin.  "Here you are," he said to Tabaar, "he had these things with him." There was a mace, plate armor set, and an ornate staff engraved "for valor", and one silver leopard pelt.  "Can any of yer crew come along? Or yerself?" the Northman asked.  "I can't leave town but a few of my crew are off rotation and might be available."  "I need the ship, too." "I'll see what I can do."</p><p>     "I don't care about the cost; I'll beggar myself if it means finding him," Tabaar retorted to the shipowner.  "I need to rent your boat and the crew necessary to sail it."  He handed over the money and very quickly he had what he needed. Within a couple of hours they were on their way, heading out to approximately where the ferryship had encountered the storm.  Tabaar paced back and forth at the bow, peering into the choppy seas.  Tyndall sat in the crow's nest and did the same.  "Anything at all in the water, speak up and we will investigate," the Elder Mystic had instructed the crew and volunteers.  "Even a scrap of cloth, anything. Anyone finding him will get a reward of fifty platinum coins.....and if ye find him alive, I'll double it!"</p><p>     Evening brought a little relief but now it began to get a little chilly.  A light breeze sprung up and faded as a small feather dropped onto the water's surface in front of Leeroy.  He squinted at it as it drifted slowly away from him to the southeast.  Something about it was important, but what? "Come on," he croaked to himself, "think!"  Then an awful feeling of futility washed over him.  The feather was moving the way he thought he was swimming...but instead the current was pulling him north!  The water was getting colder; he should have known.  All his efforts were in vain; he'd gotten nowhere at all. </p><p>     Tabaar neither ate, drank nor slept during the search, only stopping his own lookout long enough to have the skipper change course.  The sun burnt him red and he welcomed the pain.  It was like searching for a grain of rye in a wheat field but he held out hope against all odds. And he would keep searching even if it killed him. A vow was a vow.</p><p>     The others gathered for their solemn vigil in Leeroy and Treissae's house.  "I wish I could do more to help than just sit here and wait," groused the Dirge.  "If I could see at least I could have gone with them..."  "We all want to," Warlaa remonstrated.  "But more on that ship wouldn't add to the chances of finding Leeroy.  We just need to hope and pray that they find him. " "Alive and well, the gods willing," Jimbob added.  Kebia looked up from her seat at Treissae's bedside.  "It can't happen too soon. The signs are here; this young lady is going to give birth in a week or two."</p><p>     He alternately wept and prayed as he floated in the darkness.  Leeroy was at the end of his endurance and dreaded the sunrise.  He knew he was close to hypothermia, and losing his sense of judgement went with it.  Eventually he would try to slake his raging thirst with seawater which would only bring a slow agonizing death.  "No, I won't go that way," he whispered.  <em>If I must die, let me sleep and not awaken as I slip beneath the waves, </em>he entreated Karana.  His last thought before he lost consciousness was for his beloved: <em>I'm so sorry, Treissae....forgive me.....</em></p><p>    </p>

[StormQueen]

<p> "Anything at all?" Tabaar asked his son when the younger Northman climbed down to the deck. "No, but I have to...well...." "Understood," answered the Elder Mystic.  He climbed up into the crow's nest while Tyndall attended to personal needs.  Tabaar strained to see anything out of place.  There was so much sea out here!  It went on and on unbroken for leagues.  Finding a lost person was an impossible task, he knew that now.  They could be a hundred miles from where he'd gone overboard, and Leeroy could have drifted for miles also.  Tabaar fixed his gaze on the horizon.  "I promise ye, wherever ye are, yer family will lack for nothing, for as long as Clan Hammersmite endures."</p><p>     A dim thrumming slowly intruded on his awareness, resolving into a rhythmic splashing.  Leeroy gradually regained consciousness to find himself floating on his back.  Why was he still alive?  Then the splashing registered with him, and he floundered to get turned toward it.  His feet struck bottom and he saw a desolate shoreline as he fell forward onto his hands and knees.  Land!  He didn't care where he was at the moment, he could get out of the water at last.  He crawled out onto the sand and to his utter consternation found himself laughing hysterically and unable to stop.  A shadow fell over him and he looked up, abruptly sober.  An orc stood over him with a club in hand.</p><p>     "We'll get some food and drink out here; I know no one's thinking about such but you all need sustenance." Warlaa went to the kitchen to start a meal; Reesling followed her in and busied himself pouring drinks.  He could tell when a glass was nearly full by the tone the liquid made as it was poured in.   No alcohol for Treissae; hers would be fruit juice only.  "We'll be here as long as you need, dear," Kebia told Treissae.  "Any news, we'll get it to you right away," Jimbob remarked. </p><p><em>     An orc! Why, Karana, would ye give me hope then dash it with a sworn enemy?  </em>The brutish creature looked at him curiously and tilted its head to get a better look.  "Me think you castaway."  Leeroy nodded warily.  He didn't think orcs were in the habit of talking to their prospective victims but he was taking no chances.  He eyed the surroundings for a suitable weapon, but the only good one was in the orc's hand.  "You want water?" "Aye, it would be welcome." "It over there past cliffs. Big path to dock. No tell other orc I talk to you."  Leeroy frowned as he struggled to his feet.  "Why are ye helping me? Most orcs would have tried to kill me."  "Shaman Barbarian treat me good, save me from fall into water monster pond. Now I return favor."  Leeroy nodded acknowledgement. "I thank ye then and farewell, orc."</p><p>    "All right, we're running out of supplies. We need to restock somewhere," the skipper announced. Tabaar argued the point but finally yielded.  "Where can we go?"  "Closest place is Zek. Not a lot to choose from but it's close and will save us time."  "Let's go there then and hurry back out here." Tabaar was losing hope but didn't dare show it.  He would go back out and search again, but expected no better luck than before.....and now it was three full days since the incident.</p><p>    The orc's word was good; a stream of fresh water trickled through a narrow channel and into the sand.  Leeroy drank what he could get in the palm of his hand.  It was good actually that he could't just gulp down the water; he knew this but he so wanted to just fall into it and drink until his stomach bulged.  He felt his strength slowly returning and now it was easier to walk.  Which way did the orc say the dock was? Ah, there was a path.  He felt so much more hopeful now; for the first time in a day he dared to consider rescue.  No weapon, no armor, his shirt was shredded to ribbons, his shoes were ruined and splitting open but he was alive. </p><p>     "Here we are," the skipper remarked as he steered the ship into the harbor at Zek. "Have to be careful here; this place is a ship graveyard. Treacherous shoals."  He paused to light a cigar. "I'll go see about purchasing supplies. I can use help loading them. " "Sure, I'll help," Tyndall offered.   "Been some years since I've been here," Tabaar mused.  "The local wildlife is dangerous and as for the orcs....with a few exceptions they're menaces." </p><p>     He'd found a stout branch to use as a club.  Now he didn't feel so defenseless. Leeroy could see the fort in the distance; the dock must be behind that.  Orcs were all over but mostly they paid him no heed, preferring to take up defensive stands near objects that seemed strategic to them.  Maybe it was the guards at the fort that kept them in line...he figured they were there to run out and attack any orc that overstepped some boundary or other. The young Halasian shrugged and stepped through the gate.  Looked like some sailors were loading supplies from the fort's denizens.  And they were many and varied.  Green Hoods, a mercenary Halasian, humans of every stripe, even a Gnome with some weird contraption near the dock entrance. </p><p>     "All right, we've got what we came for, let's head out again."  Tabaar followed the skipper to the ship.  He sighed and looked for Tyndall.  Where had that young man gotten to?  Ah, there he was.  "That's really weird, Dad, I saw someone talking to one of the mercenaries here. Really ragged looking, probably hungry,  might be a good hand to help us search.  I didn't get a good look.  He went into the tent over there."  "Let's have a look."  They walked over and peered in. Yes, the man was wearing a tattered remnant of a shirt, and not much more for pants or shoes.  "What do ye think?" Tyndall asked Tabaar.  "I think...oh...gods....it's not possible..."</p><p>     At the voices, Leeroy spun around, startled at the intrusion, then recognition dawned.   His mouth dropped open. "Tabaar! Tyndall!"  They rushed forward and both hugged him tightly, overcome with elation. "It's really yerself, alive and well!" Tabaar stepped back and regarded his adopted son.  "Ye need a bath and clean clothes and a celebration and reunited with yer wife!"  The Elder Mystic embraced Leeroy again.  "We thought we'd never see ye again in this world! How did ye get here? How did ye survive?" Tyndall backslapped the Inquisitor and shouted for joy.  </p><p>     In South Qeynos, the Dirge put his hand against a wall to steady himself.  Was this a vision?  In his mind's eye he saw dark water, a desolate beach, an orc with a club, then a dock and harbor, and three indistinct figures dancing around.  How strange. He waited until it faded; it was easy to stumble with that for a distraction.  Everything went back to normal darkness but he had the feeling he'd seen something important.  For whatever reason, it made him feel hopeful of a good outcome with the search for Leeroy. </p><p>     "Here comes a ship and it's flying pennants! Wonder what news they have?"  remarked a dockworker at Qeynos Harbor.  As the ship neared,  passersby saw the deck was covered with streamers, pennants and celebrating crewmen.  At the bow, three Barbarian men stood linked arm in arm as the craft docked.  "Make way, make way for the reunited clansmen," shouted the skipper.  Tabaar turned and handed him a purse heavy with platinum coins. "Divide this among  yer crew. Good sailing to ye and see me if ye ever need a favor," he said.</p><p>     "All right, Leeroy, it's yer moment," Tabaar smiled and indicated the front door of the house.  Leeroy opened it and walked in.  First person he saw was Reesling.  The older man frowned and shook his head. "I could swear I heard Leeroy's footsteps," he remarked to no one in particular. "That's because ye did," answered the Inquisitor.  "LEEROY!" shouted the Dirge, startled.  Everyone came running and pandemonium reigned.  "Where's Treissae?" "There she is!" </p><p>     The Wood Elf rushed forward into Leeroy's waiting arms.  He was dirty, ragged, smelt of sea and sweat, sunburned.........and most assuredly alive and home with her.  She sobbed her relief into his shoulder as tears rolled unheeded down his face.  "How did you...survive? What you must have gone through...." Treissae voiced her thoughts.  "Nothing I'm sure compared to what  ye must have endured, not knowing whether I was living or dead," her husband replied.  He turned to Tabaar. "Once we get done celebrating, I have something to tell ye," Leeroy said. "Does this have something to do with the staff and pelt ye were bringing home?" "Aye, it does.  Do ye have them?" "I do, in my house. We'll get to that later. For now, we'll drink to long life....... yers, Leeroy!"</p><p>  </p>

[StormQueen]

<p>      "Ye'll need to excuse me for a bit," Leeroy said. "I'm just.....well, filthy."  "Of course," Tabaar replied. The Inquisitor padded into the bedroom, found some clean clothes, and headed to the bath, Treissae following close behind.  "Is there anything I can do to help?" she asked.  "Well, if ye don't mind, I can't reach my back, my arms are so sore."  Treissae gasped at the cuts and bruises displayed when Leeroy removed his ragged clothing.  He looked down at himself and winced.  "Guess I got scraped up a bit."  He peered into a mirror and shook his head, then climbed into his bath. </p><p>     "So how did you find him?" Jimbob asked Tyndall.  "He'd somehow gotten to Zek and we were on the dock, loading supplies.  I saw him from a distance but his back was to me and I didn't recognize him.  I thought he was a beggar looking for work and a meal, since he was by the mercenaries. I got Dad and we went to find him...and it turned out to be Leeroy."  "So how did he get there?" "I don't know the details; he said he'd tell us when we were all together."</p><p>     The Inquisitor reappeared, freshly washed, chin shaven, and in a clean suit of clothing.  "Much better," he remarked. He'd treated his cuts, bruises and sunburn, which were already fading.  "Now I have two tales to tell.  First, I'm sure ye all want to know how I ended up in Zek and found.  Well, first of all when the storm blew in they had everyone go belowdecks and they were all getting seasick.  I tried to treat them but the situation made me start to get ill myself so I went to the aft rail to try to recover. Then the ship tilted and a wave knocked me over the rail.  They never saw me fall in, and the ship disappeared."</p><p>     "I knew I could handle the rough seas if the storm passed quickly, which it did, but what I didn't know was that the current was pushing me north.  Then the sun rose and the glare off the water with the sun combined burned me badly, and I started to get really thirsty.  I wore myself out trying to swim for Antonica while all the time I was farther from it every minute. When I realized that, I kind of gave up I guess... the water was colder and I was starting to lose focus.  I'd heard of what happens to those who drink seawater, and I begged Karana to give me a merciful death, then I passed out."</p><p>     "When I came to, I was lying in the shallows of a small cove in Zek.  I crawled up on the shore, still not in my right mind, when an orc accosted me.  All I could think was how here I was out of imminent danger of drowning and now there was an orc ready to kill me. And he could have; I was weak as a newborn kitten.  But instead he told me where to find water and the path to the dock.  He said something really strange that stuck in my mind.  'Shaman Barbarian treat me good, save me from fall in water monster pond, now I return favor'."</p><p>      Tabaar jumped up.  "That was me! I was there several years ago and I did indeed save an orc from the spiral pond; we had been fighting and he fell in.  I expected him to resume fighting but instead he took a knife, cut his arm and flung the blood on me, then ran off."   Leeroy's jaw dropped. "Then ye did save my life, again.  I was helpless, an easy mark.  Thank ye so much!"  The others nodded agreement. "What you do right comes back to you and yours," Kebia remarked.</p><p>     "Then," Leeroy continued, "I staggered to my feet and found the fresh water the orc had mentioned, not much but I was able to drink enough to recover.  The footpath was well-used and for some reason I wasn't attacked by any of the orcs I saw in the surrounding hills.  It took me a while to get down to the dock area and that's where ye found me."  Tabaar leaned forward and drew a deep breath. "I honestly had given up hope of ever finding ye...or yer body.  I was prepared to spend the rest of my life trying, though...ye must have been saved for a purpose."</p><p>     "Aye, I believe I was.  Ye saw the pelt and staff? Those were a gift.  I was in Everfrost, about to go hunting for a fine pelt, when I saw something sparkling. It was a small stone, nothing valuable. I tossed it and it disappeared in midair. I took a few steps forward and got caught in some sort of vortex. I found myself in what I think was another plane.  Weird creatures, ghosts with confused stories, and an elaborate crypt.  If I said I wasn't terrified I'd be lying, when I got to the crypt and found what awaited me there."</p><p>     "It was Erollisi's tomb, and her brother was guarding it," Leeroy announced.  Kebia gasped. "Mithaniel Marr!"  "Aye, and he was in some sort of furious mourning state; he attacked me.  If I hadn't jumped aside, I would have died then and there.  As it was, he was way too much for me.  I got in a hit or two, but he broke my ribs then hit me with the flat of his sword so hard it stove them all in.  I was a dead man, no doubt, I was choking on blood.  He pointed his sword at my throat and I just waited for the death blow. Instead he healed me fully."  Leeroy took a second to compose himself.  "Mithaniel broke the coffin, freed his sister's spirit, then told me I had done the same for him.  He noticed I was a True Man - " here he turned to Treissae and touched her affectionately - "and now ye know what we call ourselves, love... he told me he would make things right for the children of Erollisi. I don't know what he meant, though." "I will think and pray on it," Tabaar replied. "As will all of us."</p>

[Alenna]

<p>Looking forward to seeing where this goes thankyou for the continued enjoyable read.</p>

[StormQueen]

<p>    Treissae's belly seemed to be growing visibly; within a couple days she was barely able to walk. "Bed rest, young lady," Tabaar ordered on the next day's visit.  "Ye must not overtax yerself....Kebia said ye were close to birth."  He frowned.  "I wish we could pinpoint the conception date but I'm sure that's a daunting task," the Elder Mystic remarked and gave a sidelong glance at Leeroy, who blinked then flushed red. "I was young myself once, young man, I understand," he continued with a small smile.  "Treissae, ye are to tell someone if there is anything ye need. Don't get out of bed for anything less than an emergency.  I'll be here any time of day or night once ye do start labor: just send for me."</p><p>     She didn't feel too bad once she was lying down, and Leeroy brought her willowbark tea whenever she had discomfort.  He didn't leave the house once, only going to the front door to have messages delivered and supplies brought in.  Otherwise, Leeroy stayed with her, reading books, telling his people's stories and legends, and listening to her tales of growing up in Kelethin.  When he got too tired to stay awake he'd lie down beside her and sleepily declare his love for her, then he'd be asleep before she could reply. </p><p>    A messenger came to the door the next morning with a note from Kelethin; her parents were on their way to Qeynos.  They had planned to come next week but apparently the Elder Mystic had urged them to hurry.  Treissae perused the scroll excitedly.  "It'll be good to have my mother here during the birth," she remarked.  "And Father says they will stay a week!" She sat back with a wince.  "Back's hurting again."  Treissae took a deep breath and tried to relax. Dark circles had formed under her eyes; the baby's constant movement was making it harder and harder to sleep.</p><p>    Late that night she came awake suddenly to a cramping pain in her lower back.   It eased up but returned with a vengeance just as she started to drop off to sleep again.  "Leeroy?"  "Mmmph," he muttered. "Leeroy!" He sat up with a start. "What? What is it?"  "I think the baby's coming!" </p><p>     The Northman jumped up and hurriedly dressed.  "I'll go get Tabaar: I'll send Kebia and Jimbob so ye aren't alone until I get back."  Leeroy pelted out of the room and out the front door, down the street to the Stormwalkers' place.  His frantic knocking brought an irritated human shaman to the door. "What is it? Oh, Leeroy! Kebia! Come quickly!" Jimbob looked questioningly at the Inquisitor.  "She in labor?" "Yes, I think so."  The Paladin hurried up to them, carrying a small bag.  "Let's go!" "I'll go get Tabaar," Jimbob offered. "You go be with your wife."  </p><p>     It wasn't too long before Tabaar and Jimbob arrived, both out of breath, and Tabaar looking like he'd slept in his clothes, "Because I did," he retorted in answer to Kebia's pointed observation.  Did the man have a sixth sense for impending birth, or was he just compulsive over such an event? Either answer wouldn't have surprised Kebia.  She knew he was determined to see no more tragedies if he could prevent them by any means possible.  "All right, let's see the young lady," Tabaar said, and Leeroy opened the bedroom door.</p><p>    She was enormous!  She must have gained even more weight in the past day or two; her belly was stretched taut.  "Treissae, I must ask ye to raise yer dress," the Elder Mystic murmured.  Kebia took up station at the head of the bed on one side, Leeroy on the other.  Treissae carefully tugged up the hem of her dress.  Tabaar took on a detached expression as he palpated her belly, felt her forehead, and used a small metal cone to listen to the baby.  "Hmm, I am having a hard time hearing it clearly. The baby's very active."  Just then a contraction rippled through Treissae's body again, and she gasped with the pain.  "Get me some olive oil," Tabaar directed Leeroy.  The young Halasian returned with a small bottle; Tabaar put some on Treissae's belly and some on his own hand.  "This won't be comfortable; I need to find how dilated ye are," he addressed the Wood Elf.  "Kebia, do ye have a caliper?"  "Aye."  "All right, use it," he directed as he carefully continued his examination.  "A good hand width, human standard," reported the Dwarf. </p><p>     That was an encouraging sign.  Some Wood Elf women were small in the pelvis; luckily, Treissae was not.  But still, the baby would be large indeed from all the signs, even though it seemed to be a month early or so.  "Well, young lady, ye're well along already it seems. Hopefully this is a good sign and means a smooth birth."  He encouraged Treissae to relax as much as she could.  "That goes for ye too, Leeroy. Relax and wait.  Ye're hovering like a bumblebee."  The Inquisitor sat back, abashed.  Tabaar gave him a tolerant smile.  "We'll wait in the other room as long as things aren't progressing much yet."</p><p>     Jimbob and Kebia were dozing on the couch while Tabaar slept in a chair, when the bedroom door flew open and Leeroy called out, "Hey! I think she's about to have the baby!"  The Elder Mystic stumbled into the room and beheld a sight: Treissae was red-faced, gasping with pain and effort.  "I must have fallen asleep, I didn't hear her," Leeroy apologized.  "No matter, let's get to work." </p><p>      The labor went on and on, and though the Wood Elf made a huge effort, no baby was forthcoming.  She was more and more exhausted, and Tabaar, though he tried not to show it, was becoming more concerned by the minute.  Kebia came around to look, and she noticed how haggard Treissae appeared.  The Paladin had a close look to see where the baby was; she tapped Tabaar and motioned to the other room.</p><p>     "She's got something wrong," Kebia said. "Don't ye think I know that?" retorted the Elder Mystic.  Then he sighed. "I'm sorry, ye know why I'm so touchy."  "Yes, and I want to bring someone to help, someone with very small hands. You see, I know a ratonga maid who..." "Get her!" Kebia turned and ran out the front door.  She soon returned with indeed a Ratonga woman, very small and thin, with tiny hands.  "This is Oksai, servant to my next-door neighbors."  The Ratonga curtsied and followed them to the birthing room.</p><p>     "Leeroy, Treissae, this is Oksai, she's here to help."  The Ratonga woman sniffed around and peered at the Wood Elf's abdomen.  "Ah, yous need some help," she remarked and, dipping her hands in the olive oil, went to work, carefully feeling and probing around the birth canal.  "Double blessings on yous," she added above Treissae's gasps and cries.  Leeroy was nearly beside himself with anxiety and all he could do was hold Treissae's hand as she squeezed it tight.  "Double blessings?" he wondered vaguely, but renewed contractions and his wife's travail distracted him from further thoughts on the subject.</p><p>      "Ah, at lasts," Oksai proclaimed as she tugged and pushed.  "Nows, Treissae, pushes hard!"  With what little strength she had, the Wood Elf did so, sweat streaming down her face.  Tabaar could now see the top of the baby's head as it slid down into the light of early morning.  As soon as he could get ahold of it he did so, carefully turning it to the side and cradling it as it slid out, accompanied by Treissae's gasping cry.  Tabaar tapped the baby and it fussed and began to cry.  "Aha, it's a girl," he proclaimed, and handed the baby to Leeroy. "Congratulations, son."</p><p>      "Double blessings, I says," remarked Oksai again. She was still there probing around......and Treissae was still laboring.  "What?" Kebia spun around. "You mean another?" "Yess!  Here it comes!" To everyone else's surprise, another baby came forth.  "This ones is a boy," remarked the Ratonga as Tabaar finished the delivery, then the room filled with the howls of both newborns.  "Twins! Amazing! Twins are good luck," Jimbob said.  "Congratulations both of ye," Tabaar said as he handed the boy to his exhausted mother. "Let's leave them alone for a while," he suggested, and they filed out of the room leaving Leeroy and Treissae to bond with their little ones.</p>

[Jakimo]

<p>And you still have me as a reader.  Very good story, thanks for continuing it!</p>

[StormQueen]

<p>     He still was in a state of shock; twins??? Leeroy stared in wonder at his wife. How had she ever managed to carry them even to eight months? He'd been under the impression that she was a delicate creature; now he knew better. The babies had settled down a bit and he examined each one closely. They both looked healthy and strong. They weren't as big as a single baby would have been but that was to be expected. Just the fact that there were no apparent complications was reason to be thankful. He felt so......well, protective of these little ones. He knew he'd do anything at all to keep them safe and healthy.   It was finally sinking in: he was a father now!</p><p>     Treissae felt so much better now; it had been such a relief to birth the babies. Her distended abdomen had deflated greatly and surprisingly she felt little pain. She looked up at her husband as he gazed at his daughter. "What are we going to name them?" she wondered aloud. "When we picked names we didn't expect this. Do we use them?" Leeroy shook his head. "I want to do something to show my appreciation for my Clan, for Tabaar's help and support, and for personal reasons. Will ye consider this? Here's what I would like to name them...."</p><p>     A knock at the front door alerted the others that guests had arrived. "Probably her parents," Tabaar said. "Kebia, will ye go let them in?" She agreed and ushered in not only Melquon and Fanada, but their escort Tyndall, and Warlaa and Reesling for good measure. "Welcome, you're a bit late for the birth but I'm sure they'll be glad to see you." "Thank you, I'm disappointed we couldn't be here earlier. Come, Melquon, let's go see." Fanada tapped on the door.  "Come in," Treissae answered.  Fanada tugged the Headman's sleeve and he gave a sheepish look to Tabaar as they disappeared into the bedroom.</p><p>     "Beautiful babies!" Fanada exclaimed. "What are their names?" Treissae and Leeroy looked at each other. "Well," the Halasian replied, "I'll be presenting them publicly to my Clan in three days. That's when I'll announce their names."   "Well, that's different," Treissae's mother replied.  "It's a tradition of my people's; we've been doing it this way for thousands of years," the Northman added.  "I hope ye understand."  Melquon nodded. "I think I do.  We'll be in town for a few days anyhow and I would like to see the ceremony."</p><p>     "Treissae's getting tired but she asked that Reesling and Warlaa come in for a few minutes," Leeroy said from the doorway as Treissae's parents returned to the sitting room.  "We'd be delighted," Reesling replied.  Warlaa led him to Treissae's bedside; the Wood Elf had one baby in the crook of each arm.  "Ye're going to be busy feeding both of those," the druid chuckled.  "Reesling, they are one each girl and boy, and the girl has dark brown hair, hazel eyes, and her ears come to a blunt point.  The boy has light brown hair, green eyes, and his ears show a slight point also."  "Can I hold one?" the Dirge asked. "Of course," Treissae replied. Warlaa picked up the boy and held him out, and Reesling carefully reached out and cradled the child to him.  "Ah, he feels healthy and strong."  The bard then ran his fingers lightly over the child's face. "A handsome child."  He handed the boy back and repeated the process with the girl baby.  "Both of them are beautiful," Warlaa told Treissae. "Aye, they are," Reesling agreed. </p><p>      In the sitting room Leeroy was elbowed, backslapped, hugged, and handed a mug of ale.  "A toast to the new father," Tabaar crowed.  Everyone raised a glass.  "Health and long life to ye, yer wife, and yer children.  Patience and forebearance for the little crises, love and discipline for the daily walk of life." "Hear, hear!"  "Long life and happiness!"</p><p>    </p>

[StormQueen]

<p>      Leeroy had to double up on everything! Another crib, twice the diapers, more sets of baby clothing.... he got Kebia's and Tabaar's help in purchasing the needed supplies then hired a wagon to haul them home. "If I had room I'd buy a goat too," he remarked. "Treissae has to feed them almost constantly." "Make sure she has plenty to eat and drink, and rests as much as she needs," instructed the Elder Mystic. "I don't want ye two to have to bottle feed them; mother's milk is the best food they can get." The Inquisitor nodded agreement.</p><p>      That night Treissae finally got a respite from nursing, and fell into an exhausted sleep. Leeroy was tired himself, and when he caught sight of himself in a mirror he winced at the dark circles under his eyes. He needed to get some sleep himself; tomorrow was the ceremony and he needed to be alert for that. He stripped to his shorts, climbed into the bed and gently caressed the Wood Elf's cheek. Leeroy made himself a vow then and there, that his family was his life, and he would protect and raise the children to the best of his ability.</p><p>      A little while later he was awakened by a fussing sound from the boy's crib. Leeroy stumbled out of bed and padded over to see. Ah, a diaper needed a change. He hadn't done any yet but now was the time to learn. There was a pail with a lid nearby, where soiled diapers went, so far so good. He set the baby down on a fresh cloth and pinned the diaper on. It wasn't as snug as he'd wanted it, but it would hold for now. Leeroy checked on the girl baby and saw she was awake although she wasn't fussy. The little chubby arms and legs waved about as the newborn looked at her father, and the young Halasian couldn't help but smile. Then the baby smiled back and Leeroy knew that he only thought he loved his children as much as he could: he fell even deeper in love with them at that moment. He had an awesome responsibility now and he knew this was what his life was all about.</p><p>      The boy baby was a bit restless too; he started to fuss a bit so Leeroy picked him up and carried him to a chair. He held the baby cradled in one arm, resting the boy against his chest. The Northman relaxed and leaned back slightly, almost dozing. He came alert with a start; the child was hungry...and was trying to suckle! He laughed softly and carried the baby into the bedroom and carefully set him beside his mother, manuvering him to where he could nurse. Leeroy waited patiently for the child to get his fill. He kept having to stifle a chuckle as he watched. When that baby was done nursing, and it didn't take very long, the Inquisitor took the boy back to his crib and brought the girl to nurse off the other side. Treissae barely roused enough to notice. When the little girl was finally through with her midnight feed, the Inquisitor put her back to bed and crawled back into his own bed and was asleep almost before his head hit the pillow.</p><p>     The assembly hall was nearly full as morning sunlight slanted through tall windows, illuminating dust motes and the expectant crowd.   The Elder Mystic walked up to the podium and tapped the floor with his ceremonial spear for silence.  "I welcome ye to this meeting of Clan Hammersmite.  Today we announce and present the newest addition to our family.  Leeroy, please take the stage."  The young Inquisitor stood up from beside his wife, and walked up to the podium, carrying a sizable bundle wrapped in fur.  He turned toward the waiting faces and nodded to Tabaar, who stepped aside and took a seat in the front row.</p><p>     "I thank ye all for coming here today.  I am proudly presenting my firstborn today," Leeroy announced as he unwrapped the bundle to reveal both babies, "and there are two!"  The audience clapped and cheered and murmured.  After they had quieted down, Leeroy continued.  "As ye know, today they receive their names and are formally declared Clan members. Treissae and I have decided to honor the memory of those who gave me life." Tabaar's eyes got big as he realized where Leeroy was leading with this. "Clan Hammersmite, I present in order of birth, Leeanora and Roynald!"</p><p>      Cheers, foot stomping, clapping and whistles rang out in the hall, and Leeroy knelt down with his children in front of Tabaar. "I finally got ye back for the surprise adoption," he laughed as Tabaar tried vainly to regain his composure.  "Ye're a worse rogue than Reesling there," Tabaar gestured toward the laughing bard as he finally got control of himself.  "I never expected ye to name them for my sister and her husband."  "How could I do else," Leeroy remarked, "I have just fully realized what being a parent is all about, and I hope they are watching me and approve," he added as a tear trickled down his right cheek.  Tabaar leaned forward and patted his nephew on the shoulder. "I'm sure they would."</p>

[StormQueen]

<p>     A couple of months later, Tabaar started having strange dreams:  he saw an icy landscape and yet it definitely wasn't Everfrost.  Shadowy figures moved in the corner of his vision; when he turned to look they weren't there.  A tall figure held up a sword and pointed it his way, causing him to collapse as the scene changed into a thriving village full of Halasians and strange blue Dwarves.  He awoke and to his frustration the details disappeared leaving him with only an impression.  One day he broached the subject to his best friend.  "Reesling, I've been having strange dreams." "Ye too? Are they of a snowy place with a town?  Blue Dwarves?  Mithaniel Marr?"  The Elder Mystic was astounded.  "Aye!  But ye're having the same dreams?  How can that be?"  "Also," the blind Dirge remarked, "Warlaa has had these types of dreams too. Perhaps it's a sign?"</p><p>     Leeroy woke up and tried to remember a dream; it was cold there and surrounded by the sea and was so familiar but yet not anywhere he'd ever been.  He checked the twins and for once they were still asleep; so was Treissae.  Good; she was so in need of sleep all the time.  He quietly dressed and made the short trip over to Tabaar's house.  He had some questions about the babies' development, and while he was there he'd mention the dream and see what the shaman said. </p><p>     "Really!  Ye're in good company, son, seems every Halasian in town is having these dreams. Me, Reesling, Warlaa, now you, and I've had a steady stream of folks at my door asking if their dreams are a sign."  Tabaar sat back and rubbed his forehead.  "Just yesterday Tyndall was over here wondering if I could come give a talk at the guard hall about this happening.  I'll tell ye what.  Keep a scroll or paper by yer bed, and something to write with.  As soon as ye wake, pick up the paper and jot down yer impressions.  Don't get up to do it."</p><p>      Even with various sources bringing the Elder Mystic their dream information, Tabaar was not sure if he could point to what he so very much wanted to hope this was.  He had been born the very night the moon Luclin had exploded, raining down its destruction upon the doomed city of Halas in the weeks following.  His family as many Halasians had been in the Human cities for a generation or two, but their hearts were in their home city, and when that was destroyed it affected them profoundly.  He thought about what Leeroy had reported from his encounter with Mithaniel Marr.  Could the demigod have found them a new home?  That would be something indeed.  He sighed and stood up to stretch, feeling the stiffness in his joints.  <em>No, not getting any younger</em>, he mused. </p><p>       About a week later a ship came into port with news pennants flying.  The Halasians on board bolted from the deck as soon as they docked, shouting for clan leaders to hold an emergency meeting.   Someone sent a runner around and soon the hall was packed. Tabaar made sure all Hammersmite clan, and any Icereaver, were seated near him.  Icereaver's elder,  a guardian named Elsfade, took her seat of honor by Tabaar.    "Hear ye!" shouted a clan leader.  "This meeting is called to order due to incredible news from the crew of the ship Far Wanderer.  They have found a place that is prepared and blessed by Mithaniel Marr himself, for Halasians!"  The uproar in the meeting hall went on and on.  "It is inhabited already," called out a crewmember. "There are Coldain there!"  "Coldain! The Dwarves from Velious?"  "Where is this place?"  "What is it like?" "We must go there as soon as possible!"  "A home at last!"   Finally the clans calmed down and considered what had transpired. "We have to send ships back," Tabaar  remarked to the room at large.  "Each clan will send representatives.  We must not offend the Coldain, even if they are amenable to ---- what and where is the place, anyhow?"  "It's a floating iceberg thing, it's huge, northwest of Zek and southwest of Everfrost," a crewmember put in. "Thank ye.  Anyhow we must not abuse the hospitality of the Dwarves that already inhabit the place," the Elder Mystic continued.  "And I must say this: it's a dream come true."</p>

[StormQueen]

<p>     The arrangements would take weeks to carry out; meanwhile, small schooners and assorted watercraft carried the curious and the foolhardy northward into the rough seas toward the newly-discovered floating island.  "The Coldain say they really didn't have a name for it, but that Mithaniel Marr proclaimed it 'Erollis' in his sister's memory," a sailor had said that day.  Tabaar and the other clan Elders consulted, considered, bought provisions, gifts, building materials, all the necessary items for a colony to be founded.  "New Halas will be built in the spirit and memory of our original city," the shaman remarked, "but we also have to consider the enemies and wild beasts in the area.  There are orcs, bears, many perils awaiting us.  And when colonists start to arrive, some of our forces need to establish camps to protect and acclimatize them to the conditions." </p><p>     A man stood up from near the back of the hall and walked forward.  "I have a question.  How will New Halas be aligned?"  He frowned and continued, "I have a couple of distant relatives who live in Freeport, and I'm sure they'll want to visit the place at least, if the Overlord lets anyone go there."  Tabaar nodded. "A good question.  The Coldain being Dwarves, they'll be very interested in Qeynos and Kelethin as allies, but as Northmen we are neutral in that respect. I wouldn't want to see any harm come to any Halasians who would visit the new city, so I'm hoping the Coldain will agree to an open city, aligned with us, but not hostile to others."  A clamor of voices arose, prompting the meeting leader to bang the floor with his staff to get the room's attention.  "Order! Quiet! .......... Now, I believe Elder Hammersmite has the right of it.  We cannot deny our people access, no matter where they live.  But they will not be able to transact business in the city, nor build homes there, unless they first take an oath of loyalty to Qeynos.  Fair enough?"</p><p>     Meanwhile at the castle, things were in an uproar. "Are you sure?  The tower is toppled and he's missing?"  "Yes, Your Majesty, there are many independent reports.  The factions have divided up territories and there are refugees streaming out toward various places."  Queen Antonia Bayle paced back and forth.  "Does this have anything to do with this new place the Barbarians are so excited about?" Murrar Shar shook his head and twitched his ears. "I don't think so. Some of the accounts mention arcane powers and signs of Erudite magic."  "Could it be those Ulteran mages up in Paineel or even Erudin are up to something?  Maybe the Overlord has something they want......hmm.........." the queen turned and came to a decision.  "Send out infiltrators, immediately, to Freeport.  We need to know what's going on there, and get more intelligence on what has happened, and especially we need to take stock of the factions and who will fill the power vacuum." She sighed and sat down.   "The ordinary citizens are going to suffer.  Lucan may have been a power hungry despot, but he did keep his thugs in line.  Now the various groups will run loose and I fear that not only will they infight, but they'll involve helpless civilians." </p><p>     The reports filtered in to the castle, as did quite a few refugees, over the next two days.  Antonia consulted with her cabinet for hours before coming to what was for many there a surprising decision.  "If we find that Lucan d'Lere has been abducted, we may very well have to mount a rescue effort." "What? Save that monster from whoever has him?  Why?" "Yes, he deserves whatever he gets!"  The Queen stood back up and motioned for silence.  "We have to consider the lives of the ordinary people in Freeport.  There will be a bloodbath as the factions disrupt all commerce and destroy livelihoods.  Civilians will be killed in large numbers for revolting, complaining, and just generally being in the wrong place at the wrong time.  Some of these refugees coming through the gate are already telling horrible stories. Qeynos can be a shining example of doing right, not doing for military advantage, if we somehow restore the Overlord to his city.  And," she continued through the protests and murmurs, we will<strong> </strong>weaken his position enough that some day a legitimate challenge to his rule may come along and set Freeport on the right path."  She turned to the Guard Captain. "Detri, do you have the list?" "I do, Your Majesty." The man presented her a scroll, sealed with wax bearing the imprint of the Security Force.  The Queen nodded acknowledgment, took the scroll, and held it up. "This here is a list of folks who we have been watching closely.  Most are from Freeport, and have been quietly making new lives for themselves.  Not the new refugees, people who left there before.  Some of them may be of use to us.  They should know the place better, and we will persuade them to help us."</p><p>     He was on his way back from visiting Tabaar when he felt he was being followed.   Leeroy looked back and saw nothing, but as soon as he rounded a corner he bumped into a drunk who was stumbling into the street.  The distraction was momentary but as soon as he started on his way again, he felt a hand on his shoulder.  He spun around, surprised, to find three horsemen and two foot soldiers.  Behind him, two more blocked his escape.  "I think you need to come with us," one of the mounted guards said. "What if I don't wish to?" Leeroy stalled. "Nothing was said about bringing you in good shape," one of them smirked.  The young Halasian's shoulders sagged.  He really had no choice.  "Turn around," one of them ordered, and manacled his hands and feet.  Thus hobbled, he was prodded into shuffling toward the gates of North Qeynos.</p><p>     "Did you find any of them?" the Queen asked Murrar Shar.  "Yes indeed, milady, we found a few.  Shall we interview them?" "Most definitely.  Make sure they are secured when brought to this room.  Extra secured, so they are off balance and easily worked with."  "As soon as milady and her court are ready, I will begin sending them in. Detri, how about that Barbarian you grabbed this morning?" "I'll have him secured and sent in 10 minutes."</p><p>     He was confused and more than a little scared.  No explanation had been given, just marched to the castle prison and shoved into a cell.  He hadn't been roughed up much, only slugged a couple times to get his attention. But what did they want with him? Did they know he was from Freeport? Did they consider him a spy?  And would anyone inform his clan, or his wife, or would he just be reported missing?  His reverie was interrupted by a set of guards. "All right, time for you to answer some questions," one of them said.  "Not here, we have a room set up for the interview."  The other guard unlocked the cell as the first one waited, weapon drawn.  Leeroy shuffled out into the hall, still in the manacles.  The second guard clipped a neck chain on the Inquisitor, then blindfolded him.  Leeroy muttered an oath.  "Be quiet," one of them retorted and slapped him. "Now follow the pull of the chain."  The young Northman had no option but to obey. </p><p>     "May I present the prisoner?" said the guard beside him. A female voice answered, "Indeed, now which one is this?"  "We believe this is a member of clan Hammersmite, one Leeroy by name. Apparently, he is an Inquisitor by trade, and has relatives here.  They have been covering for him, but a little money in some hands loosened some tongues."  Leeroy gritted his teeth.  If he ever found out who had betrayed him to the authorities.......if he lived, they were going to regret their greed.  "Sit him down," said the woman.  "Now, Leeroy, we may have a job for you. It all depends on you.  We need you to help us in Freeport."  The cleric stiffened in surprise, but said nothing.  "Oh come on, take off his blindfold, let him be a little more at ease," the feminine voice added.   One of the guards did so and for a moment the light dazzled the Northman, then he saw who sat across the table from him. "Queen Antonia," he gasped. "What is this all about?" </p><p>     "I haven't seen him all day, Treissae," Kebia said. "He went to see Tabaar and should have been back hours ago," the Wood Elf said.  "I'm worried."  "I'll check with the Elder Mystic," the Dwarf offered.  She headed to Graystone and found that Tabaar wasn't home.  "Maybe working on the expedition," a stranger in the street advised. "Of course, thank you," she replied and headed to the meeting hall.  "Tabaar," the Paladin said when she located him, "Where's Leeroy?" "He left my place a few hours ago. Why?"  "Treissae says he didn't come home yet. Is he here?"  The shaman shook his head.  "No, and this isn't like him." He frowned. "Let me ask around and see."  Tabaar asked a few favors and requested contacts to let him know if anything was found out.  He excused himself from the planning committee and with Kebia waited for word. </p><p>     "We know that you're from Freeport. We also know that you have not signed an oath of loyalty to Qeynos.  You will do that, on pain of death."  Leeroy gaped at the monarch.  He had thought he'd kept a low profile, not so.  "I cannot if it requires me to be mindwiped and retrained as a Templar," he remarked.  "Then you will be excecuted immediately," the Kerra advisor intoned.  "Are you aware," the Inquisitor said tightly, "that I have a wife and newborn twins?  I'm not some sort of monster or spy, I'm a Hammersmite, subject to Clan laws and custom."  "Your Barbarian customs mean little beside the security of Qeynos," Murrar Shar snorted. "Will ye at least listen to what I have to say?" Leeroy pleaded.  "It can't hurt," the Queen said. "Let him have his say."</p><p>     "Arrested? The castle? Tabaar groaned with dread. "Just hope he got picked up for something stupid like getting drunk and fighting. Then I'll just be angry with him.  But if they know his status, he could be in great peril." The Elder Mystic motioned to Kebia. "Come on, let's head to the castle and find out what is going on." </p><p>     "Now that's more than the report said, a lot more," Antonia remarked.  "And you say the Teir'Dal mindwiped you as a child?" "Aye, and they stole my parents from me, and my birthright, and my very life, until the day I got my memories back," Leeroy ground out.  "Ye cannot know what that is like, to find out everything is not as it seemed..." "Yes, yes I can, Northman.  I was secretly raised on a remote island, I had no idea I was the royal heir, and when I was suddenly brought here and informed everything I believed about my origins and family was a fabrication, even though designed to protect me, I was VERY upset.  Who could I trust? What was real? It took me years to adjust. So I do have some inkling of your experience, privileged though I may be."  She got up and came around to Leeroy's side of the table.  "Unclip that neck chain and untie his hands," she ordered. "But Your Majesty..." "That was an order, or would you like your new title to be Captain of sewer detail?"  "Forgive me, Queen Antonia," the man said and rushed to comply.  Leeroy flexed his fingers as the circulation came back.  "The Overlord has been apparently abducted," the Queen said. </p><p>      The Northman's jaw dropped. "Yes, and it's not well-known yet.  Suffice it to say the situation's delicate. And we need the talents of Freeport residents to design a scheme to rescue civilians..........and even Lucan himself if we can find his kidnappers."  "Where do I come in?" Leeroy wondered.  "I haven't told anyone here yet, but I am proclaiming it now.  We need you and others like you.  Your training is no longer an obstacle, as long as you do not practice necromancy or the related art of defilation."   The room went wild.  "ENOUGH!" shouted the Queen.  "I order it so: Inquisitors, Assassins, Bruisers, and Coercers are to be allowed residency in this city, if they take the oath of loyalty.  We must not any longer cripple ourselves with quibbling over minor details."  She turned to an aide. "First of all, get him out of that outfit and into some new clothes. Then, we can administer the oath."</p><p>     Both of them rushed up the steps only to be stopped by a guard.  "State your business here," she said, sword drawn. "My nephew was arrested and brought here, and no word was sent out. Why would he be held incommunicado?" the Elder Mystic demanded.  "I will find out, sir," the guard replied and her replacement stepped forward as she disappeared into the castle.  "What if they've..... no, I can't even think of that," Tabaar gritted, fists knotted with tension.  Kebia gave the shaman a worried look.  He was probably too close to the truth for comfort.  It didn't look good.  Soon the guard reappeared.  "They are sending him out," she said, holding out a bundle. "Here are his personal effects."  Tabaar took the bundle in a daze.  Kebia could see the shaman was going into a state of shock, unable to function.  There was only one reason she knew of to receive a prisoner's clothing and personal goods.   She kept herself under tight control, not willing to believe the worst until she was sure.  Tabaar on the other hand clearly was about to break down.  Then the castle doors swung open again and out walked.........Leeroy? Yes! It was him! "Tabaar! Kebia! Ye wouldn't believe what happened to me......"</p><p>     </p><p>    </p><p>    </p>

[StormQueen]

<p>     Tabaar dropped the bundle of clothing. "Ye have a way of scaring the life out of me," he said tightly. "I expected to see ye come out in a pine box!" Leeroy stepped forward and put his hands on the older man's shoulders. "That nearly was the case," he answered. "But now I'm a free man, a citizen of this city." He tapped the emblem on his shirt. The Elder Mystic stared in wonder. Leeroy was marked as an oathbound Qeynos cleric......."But ye said ye never would go through becoming a Templar, and ye were warned not to!" The younger man shook his head and smiled. "I didn't. It won't be common knowledge until tomorrow's proclamation, but Queen Antonia has declared Inquisitors, Coercers, Bruisers and Assassins to be allowed to take the oath without retraining. I'm the first of many in a new world, and I'll explain more later. Now, let's get to my house: I'm sure Treissae is worried about me."</p><p>     She met him at the front door, and he knelt down to embrace the Wood Elf. Up until now Leeroy had simply taken charge, leaving a surprised Tabaar and Kebia following him, but now the young Halasian found himself racked with sobs as the full import of the day's events hit him hard. He had nearly left a widow and orphans! "What's wrong?" Treissae wanted to know. Leeroy held up a hand but was unable to speak. He gasped for air and fought for composure for several minutes. At last he let out a shuddering sigh and stood up. "I'm sorry," he said, "I'll explain everything. Come in, sit down."</p><p>     "First things first," the Inquisitor murmured and walked over to gaze at his children. "Hello, little ones. I missed ye both..." He leaned down and picked each one up in turn to give them a kiss, and again felt that fierce sense of protectiveness. He would do anything in the world for them, and harm would come to them over his dead body, literally.</p><p>     The others waited patiently as the young father interacted with the babies, Tabaar showing a half-smile of amused      tolerance. The cleric had come a long way from his rough-edged ways, and being a parent seemed to suit him very well. At last the younger Northman came back over to the others and began to recount the day's events.</p><p>     "Really? I never would have thought they'd ever do that!" Treissae said in amazement. "However, the Queen still forbids necromancy or defilation, and she won't allow the twisted Paladins called Shadowknights, nor the common thugs referred to as Brigands as citizens. But the biggest news is this," Leeroy continued, "Lucan d'Lere is missing and presumed abducted by forces from Odus."</p><p>     They all began to talk at once, astounded at the news. "It's all I know," the Inquisitor cautioned, "and I don't know if it's to be public knowledge yet." Tabaar snorted. "The grapevine'll carry the news faster than a racehorse," he said. "The whole city will know within a day." "Probably true," Leeroy agreed, "but I think we should be careful what we say, anyhow."</p><p>     For a guardian of Qeynos, security is paramount. So when they started bringing in persons to question, no one told relatives, and that included the guardian Tyndall. He only found out by a chance remark at shift change. "Yeah, we took in several of those Freeporters been lurking about the place," remarked a Dwarf guard. "Interrogated them, executed a couple..." "Wait a minute, what did ye say? Do ye know anything else? Names?" the Halasian demanded. The Dwarf tugged on his beard in thought. "I saw them drag in a Kerra, and a Barb...sorry, Halasian, soon after. The Halasian was a spy, they said, that some clan called Hammer-something-or-other was hiding." The guardian blanched and only by a massive effort kept from voicing his dismay. Tyndall knew he could be risking his job, but he had to know. "Cover for me," he told another guard, and ran to the castle. "Any news at all," he begged the gate guards. "Well, normally we wouldn't say anything," one of them remarked, "but seeing that you're a fellow guard, I'll see what I can do."</p><p>     "Ah, here we go," the man remarked as the courier handed him a scroll, "yes, we took in two Barbarian men, one of whom was summarily executed when he refused the oath to Qeynos. The other one took the oath and was freed." Wild-eyed, Tyndall spun away from the surprised guard and ran.</p><p>     He was distraught and in a torment of shame and despair. He should have somehow known and prevented this! Tyndall ran to his father's house but no one was there. Of course! He'd be with Treissae.........he ran even faster, vowing to himself that he'd do right by Leeroy and support his children for him. When he reached the door, he steeled himself and knocked.</p><p>     "Well hello there, brother, come in," Leeroy said with a grin. Then his face fell. Tyndall had staggered back a few steps, turning ashen grey. "Ye look like ye've seen a ghost," the Inquisitor remarked with concern. "Ye can't be alive! They said they put to death the Halasian who wouldn't sign an oath and......" Tyndall's voice trailed off. "I'm most certainly still here," Leeroy answered. "I did take the oath." He reached out and tugged the guard over the threshold. "But as I said, come in." Tyndall grabbed him by both arms. "But.........ye swore never to become a Templar, haven't ye broken a vow?" No, and I'll fill ye in." Dazedly the guard found himself sitting listening to a tale that told by anyone else would have prompted him to call the storyteller a liar.</p><p>     Tyndall's relief and elation at finding his younger cousin safe was profound. "I may have lost my job, though; I abandoned my post." "If you explain the circumstances, they may be lenient," Kebia offered. "I'll try but if they hand me punishment I'll not evade it." "Well, son, ye'll be heading to New Halas soon anyhow. Why not just stay on there and work on the building process? None of us would blame ye for what ye did today." "I guess I could do that, Dad." The Elder Mystic nodded. "Ye'd be an asset to the project. The ship will be ready to sail," he told the room at large, "in a week. Since things have changed around here, I will go along too. And that goes for ye also, Leeroy, if ye like. There's no obstacle now." "Well, I want to but I have to first do what Qeynos wanted me to." "And what's that?" "I have to go to Freeport and get some people out. Hopefully I'll be back in time."</p>

[StormQueen]

<p>     Familiar territory it was, not that he had expected ever to see the place again.  He'd quietly walked into Scale Yard that morning, taking note of the changes.  There were only three subjects being discussed: the Overlord's disappearance, the factions and their infighting, and the discovery of Erollis/New Halas.  Word certainly traveled fast.  In East Freeport he cautiously made his way through town, always on the lookout for guards.  The normal guards were merely brutal. These new forces vying for control of the city were not only brutal, but sleazy, bored, greedy, and completely without any sense of honor. They were known to slaughter innocent citizens as a game, and Tribunal help any who protested their presence.</p><p>     The contact was supposed to meet him at the Blood Haze Inn. Leeroy was to sit at the bar reading a scroll, and someone would sit down by him and spill an ale on the scroll.  He was to start an argument and demand compensation. The contact would give him money and also hand over a pass to the interrogation center in West Freeport.  Well, it worked that way, sort of.  He got himself an ale and busied himself perusing the scroll.  A red-bearded Human man in his midthirties or so sat down next to him and ordered himself a drink, which he promptly knocked over onto Leeroy.  The Halasian jumped up and began to berate him with a rich variety of insults, demanding compensation for the ruined item.  The Human tossed a few coins on the bar and walked out the door.  Now Leeroy was confused.  Where was the pass? Or had that been a coincidence.  Well, it would be way too suspicious if he was approached again the same way.  So he made his way out the door and into a nearby alley to consider his options.</p><p>     "About time you showed up," a voice hissed from behind him.  Leeroy jumped and spun around. The Human man was flipping a dagger and catching it.  "Could've gutted you like a fish," he smirked.  The Northman gave him a dirty look.  "So ye say.   What happened in there?  Where's the item?"  "Didn't you see the bartender signaling someone behind us? We were being watched."  He pointed down.  What Leeroy had taken for a mound of garbage in the dim light was really a dead Teir'Dal.  "Neriak supporter, I suppose?"  "Well, young Barbarian, you're not as dumb as you look. Yes, this was one of them. Don't want to see them in charge. Nasty bunch.  Here's the item you wanted."  The Human handed Leeroy a metal square about the width of his hand.  The Northman recognized it as a security pass.  "I'll wait here; you get him out and I'll cover you while you get him out of town." </p><p>     He showed the pass to the Troll gate guard and was waved through.  Familiarity with the layout of the interrogation chambers stood him in good stead, for a newcomer could quickly get lost in the warren of passageways.  The room he wanted was called "The Library" for the stacks of books and scrolls, all of them pertaining to Freeport law and the Overlord's edicts.  Sure enough, chained to a wall at the back was the hapless prisoner.  Leeroy hurried over and the man raised his head.  Another Teir'Dal!  "You here to help me?" "Aye," replied the Inquisitor, suppressing his distaste for Dark Elves.  "Quick, get these chains off me before they return!"  Leeroy soon had him freed, and turned to go. "Come on, I'll bluff our way out." "I don't think so," replied the Dark Elf. I've changed my mind. GUARDS! Intruder!"  A trap!  And he'd fallen for it like a fool.  Leeroy ran from the room, barreled right through the arriving forces, and out onto the exercise patio.  With the pursuers right on his heels, he took a running leap and caught an overhanging branch, swung up into the tree, dropped over the wall and into the street, and ran off. </p><p>     He took a roundabout route back to where he'd left the Human Assassin, first making very sure he wasn't being followed.  No one was in sight as he casually sauntered into the alleyway.  At first he didn't see the Human, then he noticed the body on the ground. It was him, knifed in the back.  Leeroy's response, honed by years of experience in the harsh environment of Freeport, was to jump back.  This saved his life, as a thrown knife flew through the space he had just occupied.  He had always considered the best defense to be a strong offense, and he charged, mace in hand, at the shadowy figure he saw farther down the alley.  The attacker turned to run, and Leeroy skidded to a stop to cast his most terrifying spell.  A huge skeletal hand burst from the ground underneath the fleeing man and held him fast.  His cry of horror was quickly cut short by a lethal blow from the infuriated Inquisitor. </p><p>     As he clamped down on his killing rage, Leeroy looked quickly around for witnesses or more attackers.  None were visible.  Only then did he turn back to the fallen Human, searching for signs of life as he did so.  He drew out the knife, setting it aside as he closed the wound with a few quick healing bursts.  The man looked to be dead, but maybe the Halasian was in time.  Leeroy knelt in the dirt by the body, closed his eyes and began to beseech Karana for assistance.  Energy grew in the air above him, and he let it build for a few seconds, then he put one hand up, and one hand on the Human's chest.  The energy discharged, crackling through Leeroy in series of pulses and into the body.  He felt around the Human's throat.  Ah, there was a pulse, slow but steady.  Now the Human took a breath, then another.  In a few minutes, he began to mutter and thrash around.  Leeroy pinned the man's arms as he awoke.  It was a good thing; the Assassin tried to attack him at first.  "Stop, it's me," the Northman hissed.  The man's eyes went wide with recognition.  "You saved me! Someone stabbed me, I must have passed out and luckily you came along..."  "Aye, I came back but ye weren't lying here injured.  Ye were lying here dead." </p><p>     The man stared at the Inquisitor with fear in his eyes.  "What are you? Some kind of priest?" "Aye, I am," Leeroy replied. "And I haven't taken yer soul from ye, nor will I exact some sort of penance or service.  I did what I'm supposed to."  "But...I owe you my life! And I don't even know your name."  "I'm Leeroy, of Clan Hammersmite. And yerself?"  "Alistair Clearwater.  I want to thank you, Leeroy, for what you've done.  But....where's the prisoner you were supposed to rescue?"  The Northman narrowed his eyes.  "Someone set me up. I walked right into a trap and I was incredibly lucky to get away with my life."  "It wasn't me!" Alistair protested.  "I know.  But we can't stay here.  Ye're coming with me; yer life is forfeit anyhow." </p><p>    </p>

[StormQueen]

<p>     Once they were well out into the Commonlands, Leeroy stopped and turned to Alistair.  "All right.  Don't think we're safe just yet.  Dropping yer guard out here is a bad idea.  Speaking of bad ideas, it would be one to mislead me in any way.  So I'll ask ye this just once: are ye willing to come along with me to Qeynos?  I'll make sure ye get a hearing and the opportunity to take the oath of loyalty.  If not, if ye plan to run back to Freeport the moment I let down my guard, say so now."  The Assassin gulped and nodded.  "I'll come with you.  I have a confession to make." "And that is?" "I am from Qeynos.  I listened to some stupid Gnome tell me how great life was in Freeport and I believed him. By the time I realized my mistake, it was too late." "It's never too late," the Northman advised.  "But what if I'd said I was going back to Freeport: what would you have done?" "I couldn't let that happen," Leeroy answered.  "I'd have knocked ye out and carried ye if ye tried once, second time ye'd be filling a shallow grave."  He shook his head at the thought.  "Please don't force me to resort to that." </p><p>     They traveled the rest of the day, reaching the Nektulos Forest dock that evening.  Leeroy bought passage to Antonica from the dockmaster.  "We sail in an hour," he was told.  "Might as well board," he told the Human, and found himself a comfortable spot to sit by some cargo boxes.  He leaned back and closed his eyes a moment.  Next thing he knew, the movement of the ship getting underway woke him up.  "By Mithaniel's beard," Leeroy said, disgusted with himself.  Then he remembered the Assassin and looked around.  He was gone.  The Halasian swore in frustration and ran to the side.  Land wasn't far away; he could jump overboard and swim back.....before his recent incident with being lost at sea, he would have, but now he hesitated.  Just then Alistair called out, "Ah, there you are.  I went and got us something to drink...what's wrong?"  "Don't scare me like that! Ye should have told me where ye were; I thought ye'd given me the slip."  "I'm sorry but you were asleep and I didn't want to wake you; you looked so tired." </p><p>     By the time the sun came up, Antonica was in sight, with the spires of the castle visible in the distance.  "How do you know they'll give me a chance? I mean, I betrayed Qeynos, turned my back on my family, everything."  "Well, yer family will be yer biggest challenge.  As for being reinstated as a citizen of Qeynos, that won't be nearly as hard.  I should know.  I was born there but grew up in Freeport."  Leeroy shrugged.  "It's a long story, but I was trained as an Inquisitor."  "Oh, so you came here and they made you a Templar?" "Nay, I came here and hid out for a long time; I didn't know I was being watched.  The other day they arrested me and demanded I take the oath.  I told them I had been warned never to become a Templar."  Alistair gave Leeroy a strange look.  "Then how in the world did you get out?"  "I expected them to take me to the execution chamber, but the Queen herself intervened, saying that they needed people like me, and that - what was it she said? - yes, 'quibbling over minor details' was crippling the security of Qeynos.  So instead of being sent out in a coffin to my family, I was oathbound and released on my own recognizance."  The Human frowned. "I don't get it." "It means I'm still an Inquisitor, a Qeynos Inquisitor.  And she removed all restrictions against not only Inquisitors, but also Coercers, Bruisers, and Assassins."</p><p>     "Now, ye've got to trust me.  I can't get ye to the castle in one piece unless ye are perceived as no threat.  That means I have to tie ye up and walk ye there as a prisoner."  Leeroy sighed and continued, "And they are quite suspicious of 2-person 'prisoner walks', so I'll have to make it look good.  In advance I'm going to ask yer forgiveness for what I'm about to do."  The Human frowned in confusion then comprehension dawned. He shrank back but Leeroy already had swung his hand.  The Halasian pulled his punches but still gave Alistair a thorough beating, bruising but not breaking anything.  While the man was still dazed, Leeroy spun him around and tied his hands, gagged him, then shoved him forward toward the main gates.</p><p>     "Prisoner for interrogation," he informed the guards.  They swung the gate open and he prodded the now-terrified Assassin through and to the castle steps.  "Leeroy reporting in with a Freeport prisoner for interrogation," he said.  "In three halls to the left," said the security guard. "Wait there."  He shoved Alistair into a chair and removed the gag.  "Now, I'm going to untie yer hands.  Hold still."  "This was all a setup, wasn't it?" the Human yelled.  "You're really with Qeynos security and getting revenge on traitors!  Well, I won't go down easily!" he screamed and took a wild swing at Leeroy, splitting his lip open.  The Halasian staggered back a step and put his hand to his mouth, raising his eyebrows. "I won't say I didn't deserve that.  And no, I'm not a Security member. Sit back down," he intoned, again shoving the Assassin into the chair.  "Don't ye understand what a chance I took bringing ye here?  What if ye had been working for Freeport? I had to be sure ye were the genuine article. Now, hate me if ye like,  but show some cooperation." He leaned down close to the Assassin.  "Alistair, I said I had to do this to ye.  Don't think for a moment that I liked it one bit.  No matter what city ye live in, there will be things that leave a bad taste in yer mouth, even when necessary.  Now, wait here."  Leeroy left and bolted the door, returning soon with a small contingent of castle staff.</p><p>      "This is Alistair Clearwater, lately of Freeport," he informed them, gesturing toward the Human.  "He was caught in the middle of a bad situation when I had a rescue operation compromised.  I need to report in; Alistair, tell them everything ye know, all ye remember."  The Halasian left the room and the staff members sat down at the table opposite the Assassin.  "Human Alistair, I'm Lothira Havensroth," said a Half-Elf woman.  "What happened from the time you met Leeroy until now?"  Alistair told them all he knew. He went on at length detailing his experiences. When he came to how Leeroy had found him stabbed and facedown in the alley, they were fascinated.  "Really? He said he found you dead and managed to revive you?  That's not a common gift, not on his part, nor to yourself." "I know.  I still don't know why he bothered; he could have just kept going."  "I'd say he thought you were worth saving, and I agree.  Not only can we use your talents, Human, but it will be good having you back in Qeynos."   After he'd finished his account of the past day, they left the room right away.  The Northman returned a couple minutes later and sat down at the table.   The Assassin wouldn't meet his gaze.  "Look at me, Alistair." He did then and frowned in surprise.  The Northman's eyes were red-rimmed.  "I told them I wouldn't do this for them again," Leeroy grated.  "Never again.  I felt like I lost a piece of my soul when I had to beat ye. Not just from hitting ye, from making ye hate and fear me."  A tear trickled down his face.  "There's nothing that shreds my soul like behaving in any way like the wretched Teir'Dal who destroyed my family, enslaved me, and stole my life from me.  So again I'll ask yer forgiveness, but if ye don't give it, I'll never bother ye again." </p><p>      Alistair had not known what torment the Halasian was going through, had gone through.  He remembered the look on Leeroy's face when he'd announced he had to hurt him; he had looked twenty years older than he was.  "Of course I forgive you.  I owe you my life, after all.......yes!  Why didn't I think about that?"  The Assassin wore a rueful look.  "You didn't go to all that trouble just to throw me to the wolves."  "Nay, I didn't.  And thank ye for understanding.  Now I owe ye something.  I'll help ye get reoriented and all that.  They'll be bringing ye papers to sign and give ye the oath. I have to go home and be with my wife and children, but ye can find me in South Qeynos right across from the Mage Tower, second house on the right."</p>

[StormQueen]

<p>      Treissae had been corresponding with her parents back in Kelethin; she told them of the events and asked their advice.  Her mother pointed out that the children would benefit from being raised in an environment where they were accepted and would thrive.  'Here in Kelethin I'm afraid the fact of their being half-Elven would become an issue.  In Qeynos, hard to say. From what you tell me,  the Halasians are treating the discovery of Erollis as the biggest event since the Shattering.  Why not go there and make it your home?'  Of course, Leeroy would be more than willing to move to New Halas, that went without saying.  But he wouldn't if it meant separating the family.  It would be an adjustment for her, but it would also be new and exciting.  And it could be exactly what the twins needed.</p><p>     He walked in the door and she rushed to his willing embrace.  "What's wrong with your lip?" she asked after a moment, concerned. "Nothing much; I got in the way of a fist.  I deserved it, so..." "What do you mean?"  "Well, I'll have to tell ye from the start."  Leeroy did so, walking around the room, watching the babies,  pacing back and forth,  caressing Treissae, reassuring her that he was through working for Qeynos.  "I'd love to move away from here to not feel pressured. But I'm sure ye don't want to live in the ice and snow."  "You might be surprised. I've been asking my parents what they think, and they say that your people are about to be restored to their former greatness, and that I should be there, and our children."   Leeroy stopped pacing and swung around. "Really? I'd think they wanted ye to be in Kelethin." "No, they say our babies would be snubbed there for being half-Elven." "And ye think it won't happen in New Halas? We True Men aren't perfect." "No, but there's more of a future there, and I know that you want to go there, that it's a part of your identity."  The Inquisitor nodded.  "I'd be lying if I said it wasn't what I wanted more than anything else, with the exception of my family.  Are ye sure ye want to do this? It'll be a big change."  "Yes,  I want to see the rebirth of the Halasian culture, your traditions and customs, and I want our children to experience that."</p><p>    Tap tap tap.  Leeroy groaned and turned over in bed.  What was that noise?  "Someone's at the door," Treissae said, shaking his arm.  He sat up and reached for some clothing.  "On my way," he called out as he hurriedly dressed.  He stumbled to the door and pulled it open.  "Alistair! Come in."  The Human did so and squinted at Leeroy. "You look like I got you out of bed," he commented. "That because ye did." "At this time of day? Oh," Alistair replied as Leeroy turned red.  "I can come back later, I'm sorry..." "Nay, I was asleep and needed to get up anyhow."  Treissae walked into the room, dressed in a mage's robes.  "Alistair, this is my wife Treissae.  Love, this is the man I rescued from Freeport."  The Human bowed.  "Pleased to meet you.  Your husband is an interesting man," he said.  "Did he tell you he saved my life?" "Well, no..."  "Of course you'd leave that out, Leeroy.  He found me with a knife in my back and somehow revived me."  "I only did what I had to," Leeroy protested.  "No, you could have left my corpse lying there.  I owe you a life, and maybe someday I can repay the debt."</p><p>     By the time they got to Graystone Yard it was midafternoon.  "Ah, I see someone I know," Leeroy pointed.  "That's Reesling, my uncle's best friend.  I want to talk to him."  Alistair followed the Inquisitor as he hurried to catch up.  "Reesling, hello, where are ye heading?"  The older Halasian spun around and retorted, "How in the world am I supposed to know, Leeroy?"  The Inquisitor literally fell down laughing.  Alistair was confused then he saw the older Northman carried a cane, and hadn't taken any notice of the Human.  Leeroy got up, still chuckling. "Ye got me that time, Reesling. Tabaar's right, ye should have been a rogue." "Nay, it's hard enough being a blind bard.  I'm not expected to use my swords for much.  Imagine me trying to find an enemy's back!"  Alistair cleared his throat. "Sorry, I need to introduce Alistair, Human lately of Freeport, now a resident Assassin of Qeynos.  "What?  And next I'll expect ye to tell me ye're a Qeynos Inquisitor." "That's right.  I walk freely now about the streets."  Reesling frowned and pursed his lips.  "Well, ye'll need to give me the details," he said.  "I'll do that at Tabaar's house.  We'll have everyone go there."  "Can ye leave a note for me at my house so Warlaa knows where we went? She's out with the Warden, getting supplies for the voyage."  "Of course."</p><p>     "Ye know, the Warden's been a great help to us.  Smallish Human but fairly strong; he downed and brought a deer back yesterday.  Dressed it out and carried it a quarter mile."  Reesling swung his cane in a arc as he walked at a quick pace.   "So, Leeroy, are ye going on the first ship?" "Aye, I'll have Tabaar make sure there's room for my family."  "Excellent! We're all looking forward to it," the Dirge said without a hint of irony.  Leeroy stopped and knocked on a door.  "Leeroy!" said another older Halasian, this one with a braided beard.  "Tabaar, let me introduce Alistair. He's the one I brought back from Freeport."  "Hello young man, I'm the Elder Mystic.  Come in, all of ye.  What can I do for ye?"  Leeroy explained at length and Tabaar nodded.  "I'll get the word out."  It took a while but folks filtered in until the house was crammed with people.  While this was going on, Leeroy told Tabaar that he'd be going to New Halas.  "Just what I was hoping. Did Treissae take much convincing?" "Nay, she told me her parents were for the idea." "Good. Now let's hope it all goes smoothly.  Reesling, how about some entertainment if ye would?"</p><p>    Alistair hadn't heard a Northman sing before; he had no idea they even did.  But this one did and well; he had a sweet baritone voice and was an expert at stringed instruments.  He sang dirges and ballads, even a love song, until everyone forgot the passage of time and just stopped to listen.  It was enough to transport them all to a different world as Reesling sang the ancient Halasian songs of valor and battle, and it was disappointing for many of them when he finally was through.  Cheers rang out; Reesling enjoyed the accolades as always.  "Attention," Tabaar shouted over the din.  "I need ye to listen to some important news.  Leeroy, will ye take the floor?"  The Inquisitor did so, detailing all the pertinent facts.  "Amazing!"  "Are we sure of this?"  "The Queen, no less!" "Lucan, kidnapped?"   The murmur of the assembly got to be a bit much, and Tabaar rapped his staff on the floor to get their attention.  "It'll be announced tomorrow," Leeroy continued.  "It's a different world now.  And we of the True Men are going to refound our heritage in a new home." "Anyone who wishes to go, may," said Tabaar.  "We won't restrict on basis of race.  I've even had a few of the Frogloks join."  "Aren't they going to find it too cold?"  "It's their choice.  They are after all children of Mithaniel Marr, as we are children of Erollisi Marr.  It would be important to them too."</p><p>     "Alistair, this is my wife Warlaa," said Reesling, introducing a Halasian woman.  Alistair bowed.  "So where's the Warden," the Dirge asked.  "Oh, I sent him over to our house to drop off the rest of the supplies. He should be on his way back."  "Good; Chen's a great help.  I still remember how I met him, and how scared he was of me."  Reesling smiled.  "I'd not be a Dirge if it weren't for him."  "Ah, there he is now," Warlaa said and pointed.  In came a Human man, young and with a dark brown goatee.  "Chen! Over here!"  Alistair blinked and looked again.  With the beard, and grown up, he wasn't sure until the young man smiled and walked over to them.  "Chennault! Is it really you?"  Startled, the younger Human looked up at him.  "Who are......Alistair! Brother!"  The two men hugged each other and laughed and tried both to talk at once.  "We thought you were gone forever!" "I barely recognized you with that beard!"  "This calls for a celebration," Tabaar announced from behind them. "Let's all head to the tavern."</p><p>    </p><p>    </p>

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<p>     Preparations had been proceeding a feverish pace for days; at last, the flotilla was ready to sail.  Leeroy and Treissae had worked hard getting their essential goods all packed up; Jimbob and Kebia would watch the house for them until they came back to move the remaining items and sell the place.  "What will happen when we get there?" Treissae wondered. "Well, it depends on what ye mean.  If ye mean the reception we receive from the Coldain, that will depend on how we comport ourselves.  If ye mean what will we find there, I expect dangers of all sorts.  Wild animals, orcs,  ice floes, crevasses, avalanches, deep and treacherous waters.   It won't be easy but if we make a home for ourselves there we will have something we have been missing: pride of place."  Leeroy sighed.  "Ye elves should have an inkling of what it is to be a homeless, wandering people. And we have been before; remember stories of the War of the Fay? Halas was taken by the orcs back then; we lived as savages in the snow or took refuge in the Human cities for a hundred years, until we built our numbers up to retake our ancestral home.  Do ye know that we were decimated in numbers?  Some clans are only counted in the afterlife now.  They will be remembered.  We are the people of Halas."</p><p>    The ships were packed with supplies, building materials, and passengers.  "When we run up the wolf standard, the other ships will put up their sails as we do, and we will embark," the captain announced.  "We will be leaving port in 10 minutes."  Tie ropes were loosened and cast aside, sailors manned their stations, and passengers cleared the deck.  "We can come back up topside when the skipper says," Tabaar told the assembly.  "As for now, he and the other captains are in charge, until we dock at Erollis."  "How do we know there's a place, a harbor?" someone asked "Good question.  There's a rude dock that the Coldain built up for their small ships; hopefully there'll be enough draft for these ships to not hit bottom.  If not, we all have a couple of skiffs each."  "Where will we live until we build real homes?"  "Well, hopefully ye can stand to live in a tent. Building shelters will be the first priority in New Halas.  Outside the town, just establishing ourselves will be the challenge.  And never forget, the Coldain are already here.  Treat them with respect."</p><p>     It took a few days to get to their destination; luckily, the weather held. "Been praying to Karana for good sailing," Leeroy remarked. "I think he listened."  Tabaar nodded gravely.  He already had his hands full with the usual shipboard assorted minor injuries and one broken ankle, sustained by a sailor missing his footing while descending from the crow's nest.  "Do we have everything ready for the ceremony?" he asked.  "Aye, it's all set to be first off.  Where will we hold it?" "Well, I'd like to hold it in New Halas itself.  It'll be a good omen if it goes well."  Tabaar looked at his adopted son.  "Also, I hope that we gain Mithaniel Marr's favor; this is a great and merciful thing he does for the children of Erollisi.  Oh, by the way, we need to make sure that the non-Halasians are apprised of the ceremony."</p><p>     The docking area came into sight in late morning.  "All right, please don't crowd the deckhands," the captain shouted as they reefed sail. The following ships did the same as they drew near. "We have the honor of first landing," Tabaar addressed the passengers.  "Of course, other boats have been nosing around here but this is official."  "Sounding 15 fathoms.......12......11...."  "If it hits 8 we have to stop."  "10 fathoms...... steady!"  Now Dwarves came running down the dock from wherever they'd been hiding, and stood waiting for lines to be thrown.  "All right, make fast," called the captain, and the lines were tossed to waiting hands.  The other ships hove to and waited just offshore.  "All right, let's get started," Tabaar told the others.  "Leeroy, ye get the honor of first to step ashore.  Ye know the reason."  The Inquisitor nodded. He'd argued the point with Tabaar and gotten firmly put in his place.  He knew that he had to obey his Clan Elder; that was all there was to it.  "Hold my son for me," he requested and placed Roynald in Tabaar's arms, then without further comment he walked down the plank to the waiting Dwarves.</p><p>      "I am Leeroy of Clan Hammersmite," he announced.  "The children of Erollisi wish to ask the permission of the children of Brell to land here and make homes in this place."  He knelt and waited.  A Coldain elder moved forward and looked him over closely.  "I am Ragnir Orebreaker.  We have been waiting for you.  Mithaniel Marr appeared to us and told us we were to welcome you and that he would bless this place, and together we would thrive."  The Dwarf produced a small knife.  "Hold out your hand."  Leeroy did so, and the Dwarf placed the knife in his hand, then laid his own hand over it.  "This is a most sacred knife. It is the symbol of renewed ties, of a reclaimed people, of a future we can share."  He drew the knife out, turning it as he did so, leaving a shallow cut on both their hands.   "We are bound in blood and honor to help each other.  Welcome to your new home, New Halas."  Ragnir grinned then, a startling thing on an aged Dwarf.  "Tell them to come onshore!"</p><p>         </p><p>      </p><p>    </p>

[StormQueen]

<p>      The boats had unloaded their passengers and the procession wound its way up the steep path to the town set on the heights.  Everyone carried what they could; there would still be many trips back and forth to be made. But this was the first, and they made the most of it.  Reesling carried a heavy pack and his cane but kept the other hand free to be helped over uneven ground.  He started singing a song that seemed to lighten everyone's feet as they climbed.  Others joined in and the Dwarves nodded approvingly as they led the way.  At last they passed through the arched entry and the town of New Halas lay spread out before them.   The Shrine of Erollisi was in the center, with buildings scattered around.   There was plenty of room for more.   Tabaar and the other elders walked forward and faced the assembled crowd. "Today the sons and daughters of the North have a new beginning.  We cannot have our ancestral city back but it lives in our hearts, and this will be its heir and our shining new city.  All hail New Halas!"</p><p>      Everyone got busy, and the enormous strength and stamina of both Northmen and Dwarves did much to hasten the process.   Treissae watched in fascination as Leeroy and Tyndall carried between them entire logs and heaved them up into place as high as they could reach as the new building rose.  Rocks were used, logs, wood panels and beams, and of course furs, fleeces, and woolen blankets.  And it was cold here!  She was glad Leeroy had packed all the warm clothing he had; not that he was using any right now.  But she sure would have been chilly, and the babies were bundled well against the icy breeze.  Warlaa was busy sending out hunting parties and cooking the game they brought back.   Tabaar was directing the building of the healer lodge; it had to be just so, apparently.   And Reesling entertained with his songs and stories; quite a few children had come along.  All in all, it was already taking shape. Not just the town, but the culture's resurgence, the alliance with the Coldain, the future of the Halasians themselves.  No, the Wood Elf wouldn't have missed this for the world. </p><p>     As soon as the roof beam was placed on the healer lodge, Tabaar called a halt to the proceedings.  "Everyone! Now that the sacred lodge is in place, it must be dedicated without delay."  Warlaa placed a pot on the fire, added water, and a mixture of herbs and other things that Tabaar gave her.  The Elder Mystic went into a small building and emerged a few minutes later wearing his bear hat, and a long bearskin robe.  And for the very first time in his life, Tabaar of Clan Hammersmite was wearing woad.  He had it in a shamanic pattern over his face, one that dated back to the time of Heldorm Snowreader.  "Today we dedicate this hall for its sacred purpose and ask the gods and the Tribunal to bless us."  He motioned to Warlaa, who brought him a steaming mug of the brew from the kettle.  The shaman drank it down and swayed on his feet, then took a few deep breaths.  His eyes lost focus and he threw back his head and howled like a wolf.   Not a few people later said how they saw the wolf spirit flitting about Tabaar as he entered the shaman's trance.  Then he dropped the robe on the ground and began to chant something in an ancient dialect; even other Halasians could barely follow unless they were shamans too. </p><p>    "What's he saying, and why is he naked?" Treissae whispered to Leeroy.  "We go before the sacred presence without hiding any aspect of ourselves," he replied. "As for what he's saying, it's something about asking the spirits of the land, the creatures, and those of our ancestors especially to watch over us."   The Inquisitor took a deep breath to steady himself.  There was a presence indeed.  Maybe even Erollisi herself would be here, in whatever form she was now.  The land itself seemed brighter, sharper, more <em>there.</em>  Just then Tabaar collapsed in the snow.  He stumbled to his feet and saw his robe lying nearby.  The Elder Mystic grabbed it and put it on  hurriedly.  "I have walked the spirit world and they approve.  The Healer Lodge is dedicated and open." Tabaar moved over to where the other Clan members were. "I knew I would do that, still was embarrassing to find myself that way in front of everyone. Makes me think of all those bad dreams folks have told me about where ye lose yer clothes in public.  Now I know."  Leeroy chuckled. "Believe me, we understand.  Now we can proceed." </p><p>      Now the vast majority of the new arrivals were Halasian, but there was a smattering of other races, Human, Elven, Dwarven, and even a couple of Frogloks.  So when a scruffy Halfling went wandering through the crowds, performing magic tricks for the children, no one took much notice but to shrug and figure he'd come on some other boat.  "That's strange; I don't remember any Halflings on the manifest." Tabaar dismissed the thought and turned to his tasks.  "Leeroy, I want to let Reesling get a look at this," Treissae said. She hadn't conjured up a pet elemental since before the babies were born.  "Yes, of course," Leeroy said.  "He more than deserves it."  So the Wood Elf brought one up as Leeroy went over and talked to Reesling. "Really? I wouldn't want her to go to any trouble." "It's never trouble, Reesling, and ye know it. Are ye ready?"  Treissae cast the spell and the world around the Dirge opened up from the blackness.  "Ah, beautiful........what is that? The lodge?"  Reesling wandered around, the elemental following beside him.  Just then the Halfling rushed up to him and said, "Here, sir, take this and place it under a seat cover."  He shoved a half-inflated animal bladder into the bard's hands.  Reesling was confused and somewhat irritated.  Then he thought, <em>why not? It might amuse the children. </em>So as soon as he figured out which was Tabaar's chair, he slid the bladder under the pad.   Just in time too; the Elder Mystic was coming to sit down for a rest.  He did so and to the vast amusement of everyone nearby, the bladder popped with a rude noise.  Tabaar jumped up amid laughter and spun about trying to figure out who was the practical joker.  Reesling was doubled over with helpless laughter, tears streaming down his face.  "Ye're the culprit? I guess I shouldn't be surprised, but..."</p><p>"That's what I was after!" rang out a piping voice.  The Halfling had jumped onto a chair.  "Mith doesn't get to have ALL the fun on this day of restoration!  Enjoy my sacred art of the prank!"  "Bristlebane?"  Reesling gasped.  "One and the same, and here's an even bigger prank!  You'll never remove those glass eyes again!"  With that, Bristlebane vanished in a shower of sparkles.  Reesling looked about him wildly.  Treissae's pet was nowhere to be seen.  He put his hands to his face and blocked his view.  He dropped his hands and cried out in awe.  "No, it's not possible," Tabaar shouted and rushed up to his friend.  Reesling stared back at the Elder Mystic with hazel eyes that shone with the light of the miracle he'd just experienced.  "I'll never say anything's impossible again," the Dirge said in a cracked voice.  "Now I get to make up for lost time. I want to see everything everywhere, everyone who I know or don't know."   The news of the miracle traveled throughout the assembly in seconds. Warlaa left her cooking duties and rushed to Reesling's side.  "Beautiful, I say, and never again do I have to wish to see ye,"  the bard said, gazing into her eyes.  "I didn't even get a chance to thank him!"  "I'm willing to bet that yer joy is thanks enough for the Prankster," Warlaa told him.   "I'd say so," he replied, "but I'll spend the rest of my days thanking him anyhow." </p><p>    </p>

[StormQueen]

<p>      The building-up of New Halas proceeded apace; also various adventuring parties set out to help the Coldain push back the ever-present enemies and establish camps and waystations out on the ice. Ships came and went, bringing building materials, trade goods, provisions and more people. Some went back, but most stayed. Some returned to tie up loose ends, sell property, and say goodbye to those who stayed in Qeynos. Leeroy and Treissae made an arduous round-trip to sell their house, as did Reesling and Warlaa. The Dirge was like a young child in his wonder at being able to see; he had a smile on his face most of the time as he rushed here and there just to find everything there was to look at. And when they all had gotten on the ship to head back to New Halas, who should they find also boarding ship but Raldyr and his family. "Cousin!" Leeroy shouted when he saw the Ranger. Raldyr waved him over with a grin to meet his wife and children. Reesling strode over and waited for the MacQuarrie clansman to notice him. It took a moment but Raldyr jumped with a startled gasp. "No, it can't be........but it has to be Reesling Icereaver!" The Dirge nodded with a grin. "Aye, none other." "But, how..." "Bristlebane persuaded me to play a prank on my best friend, one that got everyone laughing. Then he played one on me, restoring my sight." Raldyr shook his head in amazement. "I'll never understand the gods. First, some hothead stirs up Mithaniel Marr and gets him to give us a new home, then this..." "Well, young man, the hothead is standing right there, and is yer out-clan cousin." The Ranger turned beet red and stammered an apology to Leeroy. The Inquisitor waved it off. "I was a hothead, and almost a dead one. But we'll have plenty of time to talk on the way back."</p><p>      Back in their new home, they all worked hard, living in tents as they built homes in the sheltered lee of the cliff area. Some even had a small balcony overlooking the Frostfang Sea. Craftsmen made the treasured furniture, rugs, and stonework in the Halasian style, while the various guilds trained and equipped new recruits and seasoned adventurers. Infrastructure took shape and complexity and soon the call went out for the revival of the Chieftain role. Six were chosen in the days long ago to administer justice and moderate debates, to provide leadership, and had to be the sort of persons who led by example. It would be done in the time-honored fashion, by nomination and ballot. Those chosen were expected to serve. Anyone who had seen their Woading Day could vote for up to six candidates. A person who was not being nominated would do the counts. It took an entire day for all to put in their choices, and when the young girl who was counting ballots finished, she tallied up the marks on a scroll under each candidate's name. There were about thirty-five names to narrow down. Once she had the tallies, she made entries on another scroll. Someone blew a horn as a signal that the counting was done and people gathered around the pavilion.</p><p>     "The people of New Halas have spoken," the girl announced. "Yer chieftains are the following: Grethen of MacKendrik, Boannor of Lightaxe, Sigrdrif of MacMarrin, Viroth of Wintergrip, Marthron of Icereaver, and Tabaar of Hammersmite." Cheers rang out and the new leaders were congratulated. "What an honor," Tabaar managed to say after a moment. "I never dreamed of such a thing...." "Ye're definitely liked and respected, Dad; we're not enough in Hammersmite alone to have elected ye," Tyndall pointed out. Reesling came over from toasting his own clan's successful candidate and handed the Elder Mystic, now Chieftain, a huge mug of ale. "To my best friend, may ye hold office in good faith, and may all yer judgements be wise." "Hear, hear!"</p><p>     Leeroy and Treissae busied themselves caring for their children and decorating their new home. He'd known she would want some touches of her homeland so he offered her the entire upstairs greatroom as hers to make into a forest retreat. Of course, he wanted to have most of the house as a Halasian theme, in keeping with its construction and style. "I'll have to pay my way around here," the Inquisitor mentioned one day. "I can't just rest with my shield in the rack. In our society, if ye don't work, ye don't eat. Charity is for the helpless only. So I'm going to have to take up my mace and start helping out." He paused, and thought for a moment. "I can also make things. I haven't done so for a long time but I can make spell runes and I can tinker like a Gnome. That's what I'll do. It'll keep me here more with ye and the little ones if I do that part of the time, and go hunting and fighting enemies when I can."</p><p>     But of course word got out when Leeroy's fighting prowess was noted, and he was asked to help out more and more with protecting settlers, pushing back the orcs, and culling wild animal numbers. He found the battlefields and knew that he was truly home as he fought back against the insurgence with a ferocity that surprised even him. Less and less each day was he a 'city' Halasian as he employed ancient well-tested methods of hunt and battle.  He squinted against the sharp icy wind and resolved to make himself some goggles. Snowblindness was not only debilitating but painful. Already there had been a few cases, and falls into cracks in the ice, and into the freezing waters, and encounters with wolves and bears. It was a miracle there hadn't been any fatalities yet. It sure provided healers with work, as if they needed the extra labor. And resources. Those would be a sticking point. The Coldain had managed to scrape by here without outside contact for decades, but they were small and took less to maintain, and they had never been numerous. Dwarves just didn't seem to breed fast, unlike Halasians. Many a snickering jest had been made back in Graystone Yard that started a bar brawl over that very subject. Here, the Elders of the Clans had cautioned everyone to be on their best behavior. To destroy the goodwill of the Coldain would be beyond stupid.</p><p>      A trading industry would have to be set up, one that shipped Halasian goods to more southerly lands in exchange for the things they could not obtain locally. The six chieftains concurred on this and set to working out details for what was viable for trade, what was too limited to spare, and what goods were desireable to import. First on the list was wood. There were very few trees on Erollis, and those were to be left alone if at all possible. Second, food. There was plenty of fish and game locally, but very little in the way of fruit or vegetables. Third, manufactured goods that could not be made locally now, or for the foreseeable future. In return, there was abundant game to be managed for their valuable meat and fur, and plenty of fish. "Best to set this up with Qeynos right away; later we can expand to Butcherblock, Maj'Dul, Gorowyn, if they have goods to trade," said one chieftain. The others agreed; another phase in the building of their city was set in motion.</p>

[StormQueen]

<p>     They thrived amid the ice as their ancestors had for so very long, and the combination of their hardiness and stamina, along with their greater understanding of the world around them, put the Halasians at a great advantage in a changing world.  Some had dismissed them as hidebound, unable to adapt, but those who did forgot that the so-called Barbarians were the progenitors of the Human race, the most adaptable people in all the world.   Did the naysayers think that adaptability had just sprung up in their smaller, more wiry relatives?  After all, it was the Halasians who had founded Oceangreen, later Qeynos, and the trading post called Freeport.  How easy it was to forget these things among the fantastic stories of marauding tribes from the north, pillaging and stealing their way through the land.  It had been thousands of years since they'd marched forth to make war on other peoples!  Admittedly, they'd spent centuries fighting among themselves.  But they'd learned a thing or two about restraint.</p><p>     One cold night when the twins were about three years old,  Leeroy and Treissae had gone to bed but had forgotten to secure the latch on the front door.  Of course, on that night the children awoke and climbed out of their beds, dragging a blanket between them.  Each one wore only the fleece nightclothing that Halasian children normally slept in, and soft booties made of deerskin.  They toddled around the home and eventually Roynald bumped into the front door, which creaked open.  Leeanora peered outside.  "Snow!" she exclaimed, and they both wandered outside to investigate, leaving the door open.  "I got blankie," Roynald said, and Leeanora grabbed a corner of it. Together they began walking farther and farther away from home and into the swirling snow of a winter night.</p><p>     He'd gotten so far that day but sunset had come so fast he'd decided to make a hurried camp rather than try to get up into New Halas in the dark.  The Assassin didn't know if Humans were welcome, but he hoped to at least visit.  He'd found an overhang  of a cliff that provided some protection from the elements and he put up his tent there and unpacked his warm bedroll and blankets.  Before he closed the flap he looked up at the sky.  Thin clouds chased each other across a star-studded vault, and fingers of northern lights flickered and danced.  "Beautiful," he murmured and watched for a while before retiring to sleep.</p><p>     "Get up! Leeroy!  The door's open!"  He sat up, startled.  Treissae pointed downstairs to the front door. Thieves?  He grabbed his mace and went down fast.   Then he heard a scream from upstairs.  He pelted back up to find the Wood Elf pale and shaking, then he saw what had prompted her agitation.  The twins were gone!</p><p>     Just as the Assassin was drifting off to sleep, he heard a strange noise, one that sounded like a small child talking. He frowned and listened for a few seconds. Nothing.  But just as he fell asleep the noise came again, this time accompanied by a small thud of something falling into snow.  "Get up," he heard a childish voice say.  He flung the tent flap open and was astounded to find two Halasian toddlers roaming through the night.  What were children doing out here?  "Hey there," he said softly.  They stopped and regarded him solemnly.  "Aren't you two a little bit cold?"  The girl nodded and pointed to the boy. "He fall down go boom in snow he all wet," she explained.  "I have some warm blankets.  Would that help? Want to stay in my tent until we can get you back to your parents?"  The Assassin's mind was racing.  He'd have to go into the town as soon as it was light, and try to find who these babies belonged to.   The girl led her brother forward and the Assassin held the tent flap aside to let them come in.   "Here, let me wrap you in this," he advised them and piled blankets over them, then set himself to watch them the rest of the night.</p><p>     Leeroy's frantic shouts rousted just about everyone in town; Tabaar ran up to him and the distraught Wood Elf.  "Our children got out of the house! I'm so stupid; I left the door unlatched, " the Inquisitor moaned.  "Start looking, people," Chieftain Tabaar shouted.  "Each person check around their own home; if we don't find them we check the whole town."  Folks fanned out and searched.  Reesling rushed to the scene and got the details.  The look on Treissae's face was enough to tear at his heart.  And Leeroy was the picture of frustrated helplessness.  "I'll  get right on it," he said.  The Dirge considered the situation from a unique perspective.  Most folks didn't seem to realize how far children could travel in a short time.  But Reesling remembered how far and fast he had traveled while blind.  The only foe was time for him. For the children, it was the cold.  How far could they get?  He trotted to the front of the house and squatted down, examining the snow and the view, then moved off, tracking.</p><p>     Every so often he thought he heard sounds  from atop the hill, but the swirling winds made enough noise of their own to effectively block it.   The Assassin huddled close to the shivering children to keep them warm.  He felt their feet: so very cold, so he started massaging them to bring back circulation.  "I'm sure your parents wonder where you are," he said softly.  "Mama. Papa," said one of them.  He couldn't tell in the dark of the tent. </p><p>    Leeroy literally turned anything movable upside down as his fruitless search grew more frenetic.  His breathing was ragged and he began snarling at anyone in his way.  Tabaar saw this and accosted him.  "Get out of my way!" snapped the Inquisitor, and the Chieftain saw no choice but to stop him, which he did with a staggering backhand.  "Calm down," Tabaar said in a voice that invited no argument, "and get back to yer wife. NOW!"  Leeroy staggered and blinked as his face turned red.  "Ye can't help by losing yer focus," Tabaar said more softly. "We're doing everything we can."</p><p>    Reesling headed down the sloping path past the scout lodge.  He thought he saw small faint tracks in the snow but in starlight it was hard to be sure.  He hoped he had chosen correctly; even now it was a tossup whether the youngsters could stay alive this long in this biting wind.  Then he found a spot where there was a small indentation, and the tracks stopped.  He groaned in fear for what he might find, but there was no evidence of wild animal spoor.  Puzzled, he examined the tracks again.  They backtracked to........ what was this?  He poked at it to find it was a tent partly obscured by snow, and he swore in surprise.</p><p>   There! Someone was outside!  The Assassin reached for the tent flap and pushed it open to find a middle-aged Barbarian man staring at him in shock.  "What? Did ye find two children? Tell me yes, man, please."  "Yes, and I wrapped them in a blanket, and have been trying to prevent frostbite," the Assassin said in a rush.  The Barbarian  peered into the tent and saw them then, the two sleepy-eyed tykes that had caused the sleepless night.  "I'll need an explanation as to how ye had them," he said. </p><p>     The Dirge had found a Human man holding the children in his tent.  Had the man abducted them?  It didn't look like it; there had been no tracks leading away from the home besides the children's.  Improbable as it seemed, the man's story seemed to be true.  "All right, leave yer stuff here and come with me."  Reesling picked up both children and hugged them.  "Uncle Reesling's gonna take ye home to Mama and Papa," he told them and strode on back up the path, the Human following in his wake. </p><p>     "It's so cold and I just don't know," Leeroy said in a hopeless voice.  Treissae sobbed against his chest as he sought to comfort her but he was about out of hope.  Shouts came from down the path and they sounded excited.  Leeroy bolted toward the source and skidded around the bend to find the Dirge coming his way, carrying the alert and giggling twins.  The Inquisitor rushed forward and  Reesling handed the children to their frantic father. Treissae rushed up and cried tears of happiness as she embraced each one in turn.  Then Leeroy saw the Human.  "Alistair?"  The Human nodded. "Aye," the Dirge put in, "he found the children."  "I am in yer debt, Alistair," the Inquisitor said.   He gave the twins to Treissae then and turned to the Human, and embraced him.  "Ye're like a brother now, what's mine is yers, short of my family."   </p><p>     Tabaar examined each of the twins carefully, checking them for any injury or frostbite.  Neither of them had anything more serious than a scraped knee.  "That is entirely due to yerself," he informed Alistair.  "If ye hadn't just chanced to come along..."  the shaman shuddered.  It didn't bear thinking about.  "And yes, ye're welcome to anything Clan Hammersmite can provide."  "I was on my way here when darkness caught me so I found a sheltered place to camp.  I  wouldn't have heard them but the boy fell in the snow and the girl started talking to him."  The Assassin shook his head.  "I didn't know whose babies they were. I'm so glad I could repay my life debt."  "Ye've more than repaid it.  I couldn't have gone on if something had happened to my children," Leeroy told him. </p>

[StormQueen]

<p>     <strong>EPILOGUE</strong></p><p><strong>     </strong>"Come on, Dad, we don't want to be late!" shouted the young man from a ways down the street.  Tabaar smiled to himself, remembering his own eagerness so long ago.  "Ye heard Roynald, let's get going."  Treissae and Leeanora, along with Tyndall, were already almost to the meeting hall.  The aging Chieftain wasn't as fast on his feet as he used to be but he managed to keep up with Leeroy. "I'm so proud of them," the Inquisitor remarked.  He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners at the thought of this his twins' Woading Day. </p><p>     There were only the two; Treissae and Leeroy had tried for years but she had never again become pregnant.  They had survived the rigors of childhood (oh that terrifying night when they were still small children, and wandered off, that was still fresh in his mind) and grown into a strapping young man and a tall and poised young woman.  Each showed traits of both parents; the boy was a bit more Elven, the girl more Halasian in her appearance.  Both were highly intelligent and showed an aptitude for magical arts as well as martial ability.  </p><p>      Everyone came in and sat down.  Treissae's parents had come; so had Jimbob and Kebia, and everyone who lived in New Halas that had been invited.  "Been a long time since I've seen ye," Leeroy said to the Mystic.  "Ye must be about fifty by now." "Nearly," Jimbob said. "Didn't you have a birthday recently?" "Aye, my fortieth," the Inquisitor said.  "Getting old!"  The crowd hushed as Tabaar walked up to the front.  "Today we begin the ceremony to welcome two young people to the roles of adulthood," he pronounced.  "Leeanora and Roynald Hammersmite are the children of Leeroy and Treissae, and are today fifteen years of age and ready to become members of Halasian society.  It is time to take yer vows.   Ye both will hear information of great import to us, and things that must not be told to outsiders.  This will be a most-binding oath, one that has the severest penalties for violation."  He waited for them to acknowledge this, which they did.   "All right then, in order of birth. Leeanora of Clan Hammersmite, do ye agree to be bound by oath not to speak of today's information to outsiders?"  "Yes, I do."  "Roynald of Clan Hammersmite, do ye agree to be bound by this same oath not to ever speak of what ye learn here today to outsiders?"  "Yes, I agree."  "Then I do declare ye both to be full members of Halasian society.  Welcome  the woman Leeanora, and the man Roynald."</p><p>     Tabaar spent hours teaching them of the Halasian people's past, present and future.  For the first time they learned of the events that led up to their birth, the reason for New Halas, and what would be expected of them.  Leeroy hugged Treissae to him as they proudly watched their children's entry into adulthood. "I can't say it often enough, but I love ye," he murmured.  "And I love our children.  And I love Tabaar; I don't know where I'd be if it weren't for him." "Have you ever told him?"  Leeroy frowned.  "Um........I can't remember."  "Then you didn't.  Why don't you do that?"  He resolved to do exactly that.   With some trepidation he approached the Chieftain.  "Thank ye, and...."  Leeroy stepped back a step, embarrassed. "Yes?"  Tabaar asked.  "Well, Dad, I just wanted to say how much I love ye."  The chieftain smiled warmly.  "I love ye too, son.  I'm glad ye finally got up the courage to say.  Now let's go hold the Woading Feast."</p><p>    In the great hall, Leeroy and Treissae took the seats of honor as the Woad table was set up.   Their son and daughter were ushered in and seated by them.  Shouts of congratulations and well-wishes were heard and repeated.  "Now it is time for the food," Warlaa called out and began bringing out dishes.  Reesling struck up a jaunty tune and sang while everyone ate and drank.  Treissae turned to Leeroy and asked him how he felt.  He smiled then and gestured to the room full of happy people.</p><p>     "It's pride of place, love, a sense of belonging.  I am a part of my people; they are a part of me.  Everyone here who I care about had a part in bringing all this about and giving me, and us, meaning in our lives.  I thank Karana every day for his blessings, and I feel my ancestors watch over me."  He paused and looked proudly toward the twins. "I gained immortality through them.  We made them with love, they were given to us with love.  None of us should ever forget we're part of a community we barely can fathom.   I'll tell ye what a Halasian woman in Everfrost said to me many years ago.  She said, 'we are beautiful and enduring,' and that's the gist of it.  For now and forever, we are Halasians."</p><p>          <strong>THE END</strong></p>

[Asassinator]

<p>Wow.  Amazing.  My first post I think.</p>

[StormQueen]

<p>   Thank ye very much for yer kind words.  I enjoyed telling this tale, and the encouraging posts from readers over the years really helped. </p>