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Southern Savannah - Just Beyond the Anirian Border
Thunk. Thunk.
"Fucking finally." Edric said as the tip of his shovel struck against the top of the ancient sarcophagus. The sound of wood striking stone echoing in the seven foot deep pit that he now found himself standing in. Two comically high mounds of dirt lay on either side of the pit, his pack besides the left and a lantern on a pole on the right.
He had been digging for what felt like hours now, and he'd half started to think the gravemarker had been wrong. It seemed his lung was still in place though, and the grave of Ser Tondrin Ectiel was still very much where the Anirian Guard had left it two hundred years ago. Frowning for a moment, bent down and began to scrape off the last of the dirt from the stone tomb.
After a few moments, it was clear, and sweat beading from his brow Edric hopped to reach the top of the grave and pluck free his sledge-hammer.
A brief pulse of magic rushed through his limbs, and then he sent the heavy iron head directly into the thick grey rock. A loud crack echoing through the long forgotten graveyard. Plucking away the broken and smashed pieces, Edric dug away what still stood in his way. Finally revealing the skeletal corpse of the once Anirian General.
Smile on his face immediately turning to a frown as instead of finding the ring he should have held, Ed saw that Ser Ectiel clutched only a simple piece of parchment. A long, pained sigh echoed from the young mans lips as he ripped the parchment free, eyes scanning over the faded ink and puzzling out the strange curves of the letters.
The silence of the graveyard breaking as he swore in frustration. "Who the fuck is Vesk?"
Taldani - Cortosi Coast
Turned out; Vesk was a man, or rather, the family name of one.
The apparent one time close confidant, aid-decomp, and lover of Ser Ectiel. After comitting only slightly more desecration of a war heroes grave, Edric had managed to find the old General's journal. The pages had been even more deteriorated than the parchment clutched in his desecated hands, but with some time the Rogue Dreadlord had managed to decipher most of the document.
As luck would have it, the journal told the story of Tondrin's first meeting with Vesk. A meeting that took place in the Coastal village of Taldani.
Ed had never heard of the town before, though it sat on the Cortosi Coast just beyond the outter reaches of Anirian territory. Though technically classifised as a free City, Taldani was in truth far too small for anyone to really care about. Though both Dreadlords and Guardsmen often made their way to and from it, the town was not Anirian.
One of the reasons that Edric felt at least okay walking into it. Not that he anticipated any trouble. All he was here for was Ser Ectiel's Ring, and if the journal was to believed The Vesk family would still be in posession of it. A few questions to the outer farmers had revealed the brood still made their residence here in the city, though no one had been able to tell him which manor was there.
Which was why he now found himself in the Tipsy Turtle. A tavern shaped more like a shell than a real hom, but with a warm enough hearth and ale that didn't quite taste as rank as elsewhere. "Yeah. Just looking to stay a night."
Edric said to the Innkeep, gently nudging over his coin with a smile. Hoping none of the posters with his face on them had passed through recently.
Thunk. Thunk.
"Fucking finally." Edric said as the tip of his shovel struck against the top of the ancient sarcophagus. The sound of wood striking stone echoing in the seven foot deep pit that he now found himself standing in. Two comically high mounds of dirt lay on either side of the pit, his pack besides the left and a lantern on a pole on the right.
He had been digging for what felt like hours now, and he'd half started to think the gravemarker had been wrong. It seemed his lung was still in place though, and the grave of Ser Tondrin Ectiel was still very much where the Anirian Guard had left it two hundred years ago. Frowning for a moment, bent down and began to scrape off the last of the dirt from the stone tomb.
After a few moments, it was clear, and sweat beading from his brow Edric hopped to reach the top of the grave and pluck free his sledge-hammer.
A brief pulse of magic rushed through his limbs, and then he sent the heavy iron head directly into the thick grey rock. A loud crack echoing through the long forgotten graveyard. Plucking away the broken and smashed pieces, Edric dug away what still stood in his way. Finally revealing the skeletal corpse of the once Anirian General.
Smile on his face immediately turning to a frown as instead of finding the ring he should have held, Ed saw that Ser Ectiel clutched only a simple piece of parchment. A long, pained sigh echoed from the young mans lips as he ripped the parchment free, eyes scanning over the faded ink and puzzling out the strange curves of the letters.
The silence of the graveyard breaking as he swore in frustration. "Who the fuck is Vesk?"
Taldani - Cortosi CoastTurned out; Vesk was a man, or rather, the family name of one.
The apparent one time close confidant, aid-decomp, and lover of Ser Ectiel. After comitting only slightly more desecration of a war heroes grave, Edric had managed to find the old General's journal. The pages had been even more deteriorated than the parchment clutched in his desecated hands, but with some time the Rogue Dreadlord had managed to decipher most of the document.
As luck would have it, the journal told the story of Tondrin's first meeting with Vesk. A meeting that took place in the Coastal village of Taldani.
Ed had never heard of the town before, though it sat on the Cortosi Coast just beyond the outter reaches of Anirian territory. Though technically classifised as a free City, Taldani was in truth far too small for anyone to really care about. Though both Dreadlords and Guardsmen often made their way to and from it, the town was not Anirian.
One of the reasons that Edric felt at least okay walking into it. Not that he anticipated any trouble. All he was here for was Ser Ectiel's Ring, and if the journal was to believed The Vesk family would still be in posession of it. A few questions to the outer farmers had revealed the brood still made their residence here in the city, though no one had been able to tell him which manor was there.
Which was why he now found himself in the Tipsy Turtle. A tavern shaped more like a shell than a real hom, but with a warm enough hearth and ale that didn't quite taste as rank as elsewhere. "Yeah. Just looking to stay a night."
Edric said to the Innkeep, gently nudging over his coin with a smile. Hoping none of the posters with his face on them had passed through recently.
