"A song in the night." Volume 2.
Looking out the inn window, Marius was having quite a bit of trouble trying to figure out the reason for the strange storm. The whole Runic bay was being tormented by howling winds and savage hail.
"Quite strange, a storm of such magnitude in the middle of the summer. It's most unusual, and I'm certain it's magical. What would be the purpose for..."
He broke his thought, sensing an intruder in the room. Dashing for the bedside trunk, he quickly withdrew from it a lightweight sword, while with the other hand raising a protective Spell Shield against anything magical that he'd have to face. Turning to face his opponent he met the playful gaze of his friend, Luca.
"Marius. Your reflexes are weakening! I could have had you dead
by now if I wanted to! You were so absorbed in your daydreming that you wouldn't have heard an ogre sneaking up on you!"
Marius' gaze narrowed.
"Pfft. Don't you have anything better to do than sneak up on people? I'm studying the magical properties of this storm."
Luca rolled his eyes in disgust.
"Magical! Eh... I swear you paladins are getting worked up over anything. The only thing i care to know about this storm is when will it end. I got drenched from walking from the palace here."
"Don't you see? It might not end by itself. I think that someone, nay, something, conjured it. I doubt that any sorcerer belonging to this plane has the resource to keep such a storm for longer than a day, let alone a full week!"
"Mmhhmmmmm. Okay if you say so. Anyway, Lord Agrippa wants to see us both. he seems to be concerned with something, and I have never seen his Lordship so troubled before."
Marius voice raised.
"So why didn't you tell me before?!? We're sitting here cracking jokes and stories about sneaking ogres and magical storms while his Lordship awaits us. Let's go!"
Luca sniffed and muttered.
"It's always my fault..."
Lord Agrippa was pacing furiously when the rogue and the paladin reached the audience chamber.
"Ah good. I've been expecting you! We're in a dire situation... Last week I've sent two adventurers to spy on a sorcerer's tower in the Kolvir mountains. Normally I don't get worried about missing adventurers but this time, there's something different."
He paused for a moment, then withdrew a parchement from his sleeve.
"Take a look at this. It's a letter from Lord Vendredi, the Sigilian Lord. In this he lets me know that he also lost countless trackers in the Kolvir foothills, who were on the trail of a run-away Ore Baron who supposedly was fleeing to New Kolvir. Also, shortly after, this storm seemed to stretch all the way to Sigil. Now I have feeling these events might not be entirely independent. Even worse, I fear that if we don't act soon we might be in a very, very serious situation. Your mission is to find out the exact location of the tower. You musn't get too close, or take too many chances. I'm building an army to lay siege to that tower . I've already asked for support from New Rigel. We should get a detachment of Rigelian Archers within the week, in addition to the mages Lord Venderdi already dispached. So make haste and return with the information quickly, for the entire wellfare of Sepharia and Auryn depends on you! May The Powers bless you!"
Dismissing them with a quick gesture, Lord Agrippa turned around and sat on his throne, ready to receive other adventurers.
Marius looked at Luca with a grim stare.
"Now do you believe me when I say this is grave business? Magic is not to be trifled with, and we'd better get going before any more lives are lost."
Luca nodded in approval.
"My gut tells me that this is going to get worse before it gets any better. Something's not right about this. Something is definetly not right. I just can't say what."
Marius turned around and beckoned for Luca to follow him.
"Oh well we'd better get going. Kolvir mountains are a good 3 days walk from here in good weather and time is a commodity we can't afford to lose. Let's pray to Dira that this adventure will find us standing at the end of it."
Luca quickly followed Marius out of the audience chambers.
"Oh believe me, I don't have any intention to get killed on scouting duty. It would be shameful for a rogue."