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A few days after Dragon Dreams
Candenord was decidedly not the direction Fieravene had been tasked to go, but she wasn't known for following orders without question. No, the dark elf was better known for doing things at her leisure, all in good time. So after a short portal stone hop to the north of the Spine, Fieravene turned her sights not north or west, where she might find her way to the distant and rumored blood lake in the tundra of Eretejva, but southeast.
Where she might instead find her way to the distant and rumored city of Candenord to visit a friend.
While she had no certainty that Toruuk would be there, her runestones rarely let her down. He was, at the very least (according to them) in the facing direction. Keenly clued in and unrepentant for her mode of curiosity, Fieravene followed the stones upon her dreary black mount. Across the northern realm of the spine, forging blistering winds and frigid nights along a frozen pass of snow before descending upon the foothills where they spilled into the bowl of a river, dotted by roving clans of minotaurs.
With luck, she found herself welcomed by a group of the friendly sort and they directed her toward their capital for the asking and the name drop of a certain wandering champion, Toruuk Stoneheart . There, if perhaps the presence of a dark elf was as uncommon as she suspected, he might be expecting her or she might instead share words and a meal with his ruling father.
The unknown was exciting - just as she had divulged to Aivrid a few days ago during his Seeing ritual.
Candenord was decidedly not the direction Fieravene had been tasked to go, but she wasn't known for following orders without question. No, the dark elf was better known for doing things at her leisure, all in good time. So after a short portal stone hop to the north of the Spine, Fieravene turned her sights not north or west, where she might find her way to the distant and rumored blood lake in the tundra of Eretejva, but southeast.
Where she might instead find her way to the distant and rumored city of Candenord to visit a friend.
While she had no certainty that Toruuk would be there, her runestones rarely let her down. He was, at the very least (according to them) in the facing direction. Keenly clued in and unrepentant for her mode of curiosity, Fieravene followed the stones upon her dreary black mount. Across the northern realm of the spine, forging blistering winds and frigid nights along a frozen pass of snow before descending upon the foothills where they spilled into the bowl of a river, dotted by roving clans of minotaurs.
With luck, she found herself welcomed by a group of the friendly sort and they directed her toward their capital for the asking and the name drop of a certain wandering champion, Toruuk Stoneheart . There, if perhaps the presence of a dark elf was as uncommon as she suspected, he might be expecting her or she might instead share words and a meal with his ruling father.
The unknown was exciting - just as she had divulged to Aivrid a few days ago during his Seeing ritual.