As far as I can, Lenyas is a fairly quiet barony, the road towards Lenay was mostly empty, the scenery spotless, the weather awesome, the scenery astounding. I’d seen this river bank from the other side of the river coming down, so it wasn’t all new to me, but it was to Moyri, Moryn and Maile, and Moryn was, at one point, quite nervous — these cliffs, this gorge, is that like what it should be? Well, it was. It’s impressive as anything, and you can see the bridge over the Valda that’s actually the center of Lenay from very far. Lenay is well known to be a tough place. The Order of the Sworn has to more or less hide there, and at the same time, it would for sure be the only safe place for us to stay. Anywhere else we’d be harassed or maybe even grabbed and kicked out of the town. This is Lenay, where the Guild of the Nameless is strong. Well, before we entered the town, Moyri put back on her uniform, I warned our apprentices, and we went to the west-bank gate. The guards were finicky to a fault, but we got in, […]
Up to now, at least. Though what happened isn’t the reader’s business…
We waved the boating party goodbye — there were two boats — and then the ferry brought us over to the other side of the Valda. Coming down to Essle, we had taken the east bank of the Valda, but the west bank has a much better road and more inns and travel huts. We took our time getting Moryn used to his first horse. Fortunately he wasn’t afraid of horses! And the liveryman had selected the most placid animals for us — six mares and one gelding, the pack horse.
That same evening, Rusla came back with another prisoner; a woman from Ashas. Her accomplice, a certain Vurian, also from Ashas (where the Order of the Nameless took Valdyan names when the emperor went crazy) was held by Prince Uznur. The Prince wanted to hang him in the morning, but I convinced Rusla that we should take both prisoners with us to the King. Fortunately, Prince Uznur agreed, and the second prisoner would be delivered to the Order House the next morning.
The voyage took five days. I only could stand up and move around a bit when Moyri was asleep, for the rest, I held her in my arms, trying to give her stability with my mind and my body. I got puked on a lot, and Maile pitched pails full of sea water over us to clean away the muck, but it stuck everwhere. All Moyri could get inside was water boiled with honey or tree-treacle and a bit of salt… All I could eat, I was fed bite by bite by Maile, because I couldn’t stop holding Moyri.
The next morning, Aldan times two went down to the wharf to properly investigate the mystery ship. We knew Azireh had set his seal on the secret compartment, and therefore had invited us to be as nosy as we could be. I didn’t go, I only went down to the harbour to discuss the little matter of flagging down the first passing ship, no matter its destination to bring us and the prisoners to Essle with Ram’s dad.
Breakfast is good, apprehending miscreants is better.
Moyri and Khushi, kissing in a tree, or rather up a cliff-edge. Note: parts of this report might be disturbing. Valdyas is not a utopia, and bad things happen, even for player characters. It ends well, though.
I’m still not quite sure what happened, but we’ve had an exciting day or two. Of course, the day started exciting enough, with me having Moyri in my bed, a bit rumpled and sleepy and tousle-haired and cuddly. Strange… Her muscles are as hard as steel, her skin as taut as a drum, she’s mostly as cool as several oranges, and even when she’s sweaty as a swamp, she feels like she’s not turning a sweat, if you get what I mean. Compared to her, even though everybody is always surprised by the strength in my arms, which comes from kneading sweet dough, well, I’m fluff. Soft, squishy fluff. But if that’s what Moyri likes, I’m happy with that! I offered to get her breakfast in bed, but she insisted on getting up and being about. I thought she might’ve wanted to stay out of sight of her journeymen orderlies (is that the right word? They are in the order, so they must be orderly?) for a bit, feeling a bit embarrassed, but she got up pretty soon after me. Maile was making pancakes, and I started filling the pancakes with greens, sheep’s cheese, pepper and some drips of honey. […]
First we took in Maile, the daughter of the farmers up-hill with whom I have an agreement for herbs, mint, fruit and food in general. She wanted to become my apprentice sweet-maker, and pretty soon had a couple of friends in the street. That made the house nicely busy, and having an apprentice meant that Aldan could go back to working as a bouncer in the Piebald Carrack, where he hoped to pick up more information. And then one evening we met a man, Fian astin Rhydin, who was looking for his daughter. She had disappeared a couple of months before, and he refused to believe she had simply gotten lost in the woods, or eaten by a wolf or something like that. Said he was sure he would have found traces if that had been the case, so he was travelling along the coast looking out for any hint about what happened to her. I am horribly afraid that she never even got to Selday. If I were an evil-doer eager to abduct valdie sangha kids, and let’s be frank, that has happened quite a bit, when the emperor in Ashas was as crazy as he was and the […]