Feud.

Nerialka

A Raven

The day was quiet. A small breeze, the usual cold rain, in a word: Jiyyd. Rick, Doran, Eowiel and Lina were chatting quietly, not paying much attention to the weather. One can get used to it after a few years of sitting, standing, fighting in the unforgiving, ever-present waters pouring down from the sky. Merin was nearby, chatting with a tall girl she did not know, quiet and wearing an autumn-green dress. And then he came. It was Rick who first noticed him. Perched on the roof of the healer's shop, he was staring quietly over the little crowd gathered around the benches.

The black feathers had lost their reflects. The poor thing looked exhausted, as if his wings had ported him through a long journey.

Lina slowly extended her hands, a bit oblivious of those around, fascinated by the bird that stirred bitter-sweet memories. Rick shouted something about letting the bird live. The raven landed on her wrist. His eyes were red, glowing with hatred. A deep, ancient hatred. She stroked the feathers. They had lost all trace of softness. The bird refused all forms of food. He did not look like an ordinary bird… Odd, intriguing beast. She focused on his eyes. The Weave seemed to pulse slightly. A small incantation passed her lips as she searched a resonance to it. The bird flew away to the inn's roof. Scared? But she had the answer: the crow was of a magical essence.

She stepped close to the bird again and whispered : "Whom is all this hatred for", she smiled slightly and added, "feathered friend ?"."Bogarth! The accursed Ott-Khar", cawed the raven in reply. And it flew away, high in the grey skies.

What was bringing such a creature in the quiet rainy town? Eowiel, obviously, was wondering the same thing. They made their way to the Tower's library. The green-haired elf had heard those names. Lina smiled at the bard as they walked up the hill. They finally entered the calm library. And searched. But the covers on the shelves were knowledgeable about the Arcane's secrets, and only few were the books about tales and legends within the heavy tomes.

Maybe the bardic college was more likely to have this tale within the pages of its library's books. Away they went then. Along with Abiie, they made their way through the Nars, the child under an invisibility spell. But one cannot hide from the reality of the Nars for a long time. Eowiel was taking great care to cover the child's eyes as they past corpses or fights. Lina did not comment, the bard was to close a friend from Doran. But what good was there to hide to the child? Silly really. Finally, a bandit woman spotted them. And attacked. They ran away. The little girl in Eo's arms, they reached the cold city, letting a huge, dark wolf behind to delay the bandit.

Nerialka

Nerialka

The place around the fountain was quiet. The chant of the falling water answered the arrhythmic music of the nearby see. They walked around the dolphins to sit on the benches, out of reach of the icy drops of water. They watched it play in silence for a moment. Finally, Natanya tried to reassure her.

I cannot bring harm upon the innocent miss, you have nothing to fear of me

The innocents. Lina tried not to laugh at the young woman and her apparently genuine concern. How pathetic.

I do not know you enough. Do not take it as an offence. You could lie. Or not.
I never lie.
How could I be sure?
My lord Tyr, embraces justice and truth, it goes against my code to lie
Lina nodded, an inner smirk hidden in the depth of her soul.
So what did you want to tell me?
Lady Eowiel seems greatly concerned for you. She told me about a lot of your… situation.

Foolish bards and their tongues. The green haired elf spoke a bit too randomly for her taste. Still. Maybe the paladin and her golden attire could be useful.

It was worrying indeed, she replied, lowering her voice in a soft whisper. She must have told you the story in length I suppose. I do not really wish to tell it again. Linaâ€s eyes wandered on the ravens. You are followed as well it seems?
Yes... I am. Well... they come and go
Did they talk to you?
Natanya nodded quietly, a few golden lock of her hair casting reflects of the morningâ€s light.
Interesting. What do they say?
Boghart.
Nothing more? Lina asked, trying not to sound disappointed. If that was all she had learned, how useful could she be?
Much more, she replied, smiling at the closest raven. I have much to think about, much to discuss, you believe you might be related to the Odd-Kharno?

Line took her time to answer that question. She had wondered about it too. But two things seemed contradict each other. The raven had already been messenger of death. They had warned her. But they seemed friendly and were supposed to be the servants of the Boghart. On the other hand they had told herâ€¦ Boghart will wish your death Linaâ€¦ Then why would they warn her? She knew some blood of one of the tribes. The vision had been clear, the witch was one of her ancestor, in a way or another.

Nothing is sure to me, she finally replied, half in a lie.
But the Odd-Kharno is the enemy of Otth-kar?
I do not think so. They are one and the same. Boghart are their enemy, I think.

Natanya turned a pale blue gaze to the raven

Are they?
The crow nodded in reply.
Do you think to be related to one of those families?
Are any of us related to these? the paladin asked quietly to the raven.
Lina felt an icy shiver run along her back and she stiffened slightly
Maybe both of us, she said then added in a smirk, watching Natanya. An old relative maybe or an old foe, who knows?
She did not reply. They both were looking at the crow, awaiting for an answer, a sign, a cawâ€¦
Are any of us descended of these clans? Natanya asked again, expectantly.
They seem to answer only when it suits them.
The ravens were staring intently at the two women, the blue and the golden one. A silence fall between them, as they watched the crows in return, both mind wandering on their own paths, the dark and the bright one.
Are we enemies? Asked the paladin.
Of courseâ€¦
I do not know. Not for now I guess. If you do not attempt anything against me, then all is fine, she replied instead, smiling warmly at her innocence.
Milady, I have no reason to bring harm upon you, I have sworn an oath to never draw innocent blood
A nearby raven cackled, and the flock of birds took off in a storm of black feathers. How charming, the innocentsâ€¦ Lina smiled faintly but did not reply. The fair girl looked around and gestured to the ravens, her soft voice breaking the silence to meet the song of the fountain.
We all are part of a big puzzle piece and they will let us know when they feel it right
Probably.
What has the ravens told you?
The names of the two clans, that they will wish my death, as Eowiel must have told youâ€¦ And recently, that the feud was about to begin. She paused. What about you? Did they say more?

Her red gaze wandered on the paladin. The pale light casted reflection on the perfectly kept armour. And on her backâ€¦ Lina tried to hide her surprise. A greatsword. Very familiar. On the hilt, a rune, a ravenâ€¦ Maybeâ€¦ A bit less elegant, more menacing.. and larger than the one on her dagger. She looked back at her, not wanting to draw the paladinâ€s attention to the blade.

They have not spoken of the feud to come, just that I must be careful. It was only through Eowiel I was explained that a feud was awaiting

Silence fell again between them. The fountain seemed to catch its breath, taken aback by the ravens' presence that seemed to have replaced the seagulls. Natanya was looking at the water, her eyes matching itâ€s pale flowing reflects.

I had a vision once, she startedâ€¦

Nerialka

The paladin

It was a quiet day. The commons hummed with the conversations of commoners on their way to and from the market place. Snow was taking its breath, sparing the city for once. Rain had decided to stay in Jiyyd or Norwick and so the day, if cold, was clear. A still surprised and not fully awake sun filled the circular place with a pale golden light, not daring to warm the place too much, for fear to be noticed.

Wethrillina was sitting there chatting with Al-Dar and Deacon. A pleasant meaningless break in her current worries and fears. Her experiment had reassured her though. She could feel the presence of the blade in her pack, pulsing its energies, very faintly, so close to her. She smirked both at the thought of the cold steel and at a comment of the captain.

Metallic footsteps clanged their way in the direction of their little group. Lina looked up at the young woman who was standing in front of her. Crimson blood stained the golden armour. A few red drops had splashed the delicate features of her face, framed with hair as bright as the metal she wore. She was smiling at them, despite the rather deep cut on her arm that scarred the pale skin. Lina felt the warmth of hatred rise in her. She smiled warmly to Natanya. On the roof of a nearby house, two ravens were watching the little crowd

Politely, Al-Dar stood up, looking at the blood running down the injured arm.

Lady, will ye accept Mystra's blessings?
Of course I will, sir, answer the young paladin in a soft smile.
Her will be done, then.
And his voice filled the commons with the quiet chant of his prayer. Slowly the wound faded away, letting the flesh slightly more clear, but free from any trace of the wound.
Ah thank you sir, she smiled and turned a light blue gaze to Lina. Lady Wethrillina? May I have a word with you?
Certainly, Lina answered, standing up slowly, a questioning gaze on Natanya.

They bade farewell to Al-Dar and Deacon, and walked away from the commons. The ravens took of, followed by a few others she had not noticed before.

To the inn? the blue lady asked.
Somewhere outside…
I would rather not, Lina frowned.
I would rather miss, Natanya replied, starting to walk toward the docks.
Streets are unsure, I have been ambushed a few times.
You are quite safe with me milady
So you say Lina's gaze turned into a glare. Miss. You want to talk.
Yes miss
If I do not want to follow you, you won't. Follow me or there will be no talk, she added, crossing her arms and watching - It is nice out here, beautiful view
I do not care. Now, either you come, or I go back to the commons, said Lina sharply. After a second thought, she forced a smile and added: Sorry for the rudeness, I have to be cautious. I hope you understand.
Milady, I swear on my holy honour that I will bring no harm to you, but I am certain you wish o discuss this as much as I do.

Natanya took an old, familiar looking book from her pack. They had stopped walking now and were arguing calmly in not far from the Lucky Ferret. Lina observed the wooden cover a moment. A few caws echoed from a now large number of crows flying above them.

I have read that book already.
Are you certain it is the same book? smiled the paladin.
-Yes. Why would I wish to discuss it with you? asked Lina, cautious.
Because you and I seem to suffer a similar fate
I somehow doubt it.
Maybe the author is different, it matters not, we have both had different experiences
Most certainly. But in a tavern, the bird can't hear, said Lina, smiling at the raven.
Come, lady Wethrillina
No.
Out here we can be alone, you are safe with me, she tried to reassure.
You follow me, or the talk is over, said Lina matter-of-factly
Very well... On one condition
Yes?
We stay outside.

That she could agree to. She nodded and turned around, taking the direction of the civic district, Natanya walking by her side and smiling at her from time to time. In a rustling of wings, a large flock of raven followed.

Nerialka

Light started to pulse around the purple gem. Piercing from the depths of his hood, the intense gaze of Shadowstrider was watching her. He made himself more comfortable against the wall. Time passedâ€¦

_Black. Everywhere around was darkness. Like a warm cloak it enveloped her, feeling familiar and safe. She knew she was falling. She knew that it did not really matter. Distance and time where lost in the vision. The fall was eternal just as it was ephemeral.

She felt it first. The light, down there, like a scar in her velvet shelter. It was growing, faster and faster and she did not want to leave the calming void, but the answers she was looking for lied over there, past the black curtainsâ€¦

The veils pulled apart._

Lina blinked. Was it over then? He looked at her with renewed attention. No. Her eyes were open but they saw some other place, some other time. The red eyes were moving, in strange, little movements, very fast. Birdlike.

The sands of time were rustling, ever so slowly. Linaâ€s chant faded away.

_The ecstasy of the flight overcame the loss of the gentle darkness. She was high, high above the plains. She could see the village down there. Getting closer. Getting closer. The details got clearer. The ground was damp from the melting of snow. Spring was back and with it, the tides of war were rising again. The blood lustâ€¦ She sawâ€¦

From the hill on one side, from the town on the other, she saw them. Young, proud, terrified, prepared to face their enemies and their fears. Prepared to lose their lives and minds once more, in the rage of the feud. They charged.

The scene was getting closer… So close. So fast. Too fast!_

Panic reached Linaâ€s eyes.

He was young. She was about to fall onâ€¦ She was young. A young barbarian. And he had seen the lady. Over there, near the tree. He was close. She could feel the strength of the arm holding the sword. Their hand took a better grip on the hilt. She could feel the comfort he felt from the touch of the familiar leather in his palm. They moved forward. The witch would die today, by their sword.

The red eyes widened slightly.

Itâ€sâ€¦ me. Noâ€¦ Not really she is not blue, she is not fey. Older, a sharper look and fury in her dark eyes. The witch was looking at them. They raised the blade and prepared to strike, to wipe the sarcastic smile from theâ€¦ From theâ€¦ Beware of the dagger. The witch was holding it toward them. The dark steel wasâ€¦ fascinating. The reassuring strength suddenly deserted the warriorâ€s leg.

A slight moan escaped her lips, and a veil of pain passed on the delicate blue features of her face. Shadowstrider stood up worried.

Lina?
No answer came.

An arrowâ€¦ They kneeled, force fleeing them, they looked at the blood on their chest. Their sight was shrouded a bitâ€¦ Was she laughing? An excruciating pain, another arrow. The familiar touch of the leather left their hand, ultimate betrayal from the old friend of steel. They were falling. The world and the vision faded away behind crimson veils.

Awareness. Her legs felt barely strong enough to support her any longer. She leaned forward on the experiment table. Her all body was sour, every single muscle protesting violently after a so long and straining immobility. She steadied her hands and offered a smile of thanks to Shadowstrider. He nodded in reply.

Are you alright? he asked.
Iâ€¦ think so… I would need to rest. But not here. Not in Norwick. Would you mindâ€¦?
Of course. Iâ€ll escort you back to Jiyyd.

He was watching her intently, but she did not really have the strength to answer the unspoken questions. She gathered the various components of her ritual, and filled the register. Finally, she picked up the dagger. She turned it slowly in her hand, admiring the dark reflects cast on it by the nearby candelabra.

This is Ravenfeeder. This is my heritage. As is the blood of this feud. As is revenge for a battle once lost and to be fought again.

Nerialka

Lina studied the place a moment, unwrapping the dagger from the piece of cloth in which she kept it. Shadowstrider sat down, leaning on the wall opposite to the experiment table and watched her starting to work with interest. She put the blade in front of her on the table.

It had to be divinationâ€¦ Now she needed to create, to symbolise the link between her and the dagger. She stopped slightly, her eyes on the raven rune elegantly carved on the hilt. She ran a finger along itâ€¦ Or even better. The link between her and the crows. She picked up one of her hair and wrapped it along the blade.

Divinationâ€¦ She searched the shelves. Nothing. Not even a flawed crystal ball or a set of tarot cards. She touched her perfumed necklace. Maybeâ€¦ She searched in her bag a moment, and finally found it. A small purple crystal. A colour that would match both her and the dagger.

Shadow?
Yes?
Would you mind getting me the chain out of this? she said, untying the jewel from around her neck.
He looked up at her, slightly taken aback. She watched him fiddle a moment with it and smiled when he gave her the silver chain. She tied the crystal on it. Perfection did not matter. She was working with symbols and this pendulum was acceptable. The stone was clear, simple with dark reflect in its heart. And the chain still held a bit of her perfume.
Would you have a goblet as well?
Yesâ€¦ he answered, giving her a small cup.

She thanked him and put the goblet near the dagger. On a second thoughtâ€¦ hair was not as strong a link as she whished. She removed her glove and looked at the thin scar running in her left hand. Her finger traced it thoughtfully. This was a much more meaningful link to her past. She unsheathed her usual, mundane dagger and reopened the old scar, letting the blood fall in the goblet, drop after drop.

She looked at all the elements gathered, putting her dagger back in her pack. She did not see what to add, the preparations at set her mind, she was already concentrated on the next step she had to take.

She took the pendulum and stilled it over the dagger. After making sure it was not moving anymore, she started to close her mind to her environment. She limited her awareness to the dagger and the blood, watching the crystal hovering a few inches above them.

She started to incantate.

@a773ccbc83=Therion:

Raven Of Dispersion

Fly alone into the dark and the cloud of memory
To see the world and angels be hurled into the sea
Of misery and cease to be
Black bird fly, rise very high
To a place above (the) sky
Take me away, lead astray
Where i find another day
Fly high to a place above the sky
Fly away where i find another day
Black bird fly, rise very high
To a place above (the) sky
Take me away, lead astray
Where i find another day
Fly high to a place above the sky
Fly away where i find another day
The black bird carry me on it's wings
To a place beyond the flood of memory.
The raven of dispersion from
A'arab zaraq fly in ecstacy.

The pendulum started to move.

Nerialka

They walked directly to the Keep. Not need to linger in this place longer than necessary. She walked fast, not willing to breath more of the Norwickian air than necessary. Her eyes looked down at the town as they reached the doorstep of the guild. She repressed a small grimace and stepped in. Shadowstrider was holding the gates, as always. He had noticed the spark of repulsion in her eyes.

They entered silently. The corridors of grey stone were dark but the portal leading upstairs lightened it and filled the large place with a low humming, pulsing quietly. They directed their steps toward the library. A gnome librarian was standing there, a few shelves away from the door, holding a volume almost bigger than him.

Excuse me, sir? started Lina with a smile.

He peered at them from over the heavy tome, obviously not expecting the visit, a brow arched above the semicircular lenses of his glasses. The gnome pushed the spectacles further down a rather lengthy nose, looking up at them.

Yes?
I am in the need of a laboratory. I am sure the Keep possesses several ones and was wondering if I could ask to access one of them. Do you think it could be possible?

The gnome closed the book in a loud clap and looked at them a moment. Lina looked back with a gentle smile. He sighed heavily and posed the volume on his desk.

Follow me.

He led them to the other side of the main hall, and opened the door of a small, but well kept laboratory. He walked to the shelves lining the walls and picked up a register, told Lina that this place was for all to use and to just fill the register please. And with a small bow, he left the room, shutting the door with a last inquisitive peek above his bifocals.

Nerialka

They did not dare to speak, looking at each other. Finally Lina stepped away from the wall and picked up the dagger. The steel felt cold, smooth and familiar. She sighed slightly. It had not leaded her to a better understanding of the weapon. It was deadly, for sure. But that she had already guessed.

I really need a laboratory, she sighed. But this mean asking Spellweaverâ€s help. And I am not sure to be willing to do so.
She observed him a moment, before adding:
There is, of course, an other option but I can hardly ask this, can I?

She was studying his faceâ€¦ It was so temptingâ€¦ She could feel the blade hungered for itâ€¦ It was once again that feelingâ€¦ This sensation that all was in shades of greys and in this colourless world, he was standing, alive, and that she knew the delight that his death wouldâ€¦ She took a step forward.

Reluctantly she shivered the moment away, fighting the urge to fulfil the desire for blood that matched only too well some familiar passions. No, not him. This one was more interesting alive than dead. Shadowstrider had his hand over the hilt of his sword and was watching her intently.

I would let you test it on me. But not alone.
She nodded and opened the lightening door with a small incantation. They left the oppressing feeling of the tiny place.

An instant later, they were blink as a frail and pale light tried to reach down the cold land and fought a desperate fight to bring some warmth to it. The valley was spreading itself at their feet along the silver ribbon of the stream running across it.

We could still have a try on an animal. I am reluctant to ask for the Keepâ€s help.
I can understand. I am not keen on the Keeper as well.
Oh just a general feeling. The Circle is much smaller and some of them would not hesitate to underline the fact we lack such equipment. Not all. And with a bit of luck, Ka'ell would be there. But stillâ€¦ I prefer to make a try onâ€¦

A raven came down from the skies and landed on her arm without much ceremony. He looked at her intently. The two crimson gazes met and she should see in the birdâ€s eyesâ€¦ An old bound, a deepâ€¦ Fondness? The bird took off as suddenly as he had come.

A warning? her companion asked from the shadows of his hood.
It would not be the first time. Let us go to Norwick, she sighed.

They walked calmly through the valley and her mind wandered away again. What a strange, silent man, she thought, observing him. He had a strange, silent quality about him. He was nearby, quietâ€¦ You almost forgot him, and a few instants later you turned around and there he was, watching you. She smiled at him.

May I ask you a question? She asked.
Certainly, Lina.
You said you are a priest. Can I ask of whom?
Itâ€s hardly a secret anymore, he replied.
Well if itâ€s not a secret, it can't hurt to say it, can it?
No, I suppose it canâ€t. I worship Divine Shadow, he answered quietly.

He gallantly opened the door and she thanked him with a slight smile. What a fascinating bodyguard. They went out of the town, leaving it to the rain that had won its battle for the sky of the little town once again.

Nerialka

His voice filled the room with unfamiliar tonesâ€¦ It was as if two persons were speaking through him. The tongue he used was flourishing and alien, yet musical and light started gather around his hand and down to touch theâ€¦

Redâ€¦ Blindingâ€¦ She had closed her eyes in a reflex but the dark light filled her mind as thousands of unexisting blades were piercing her fleshâ€¦ It lasted only the eternity of a short breath. And when she opened her eyes again, she noticed how pale Shadowstrider was and concluded the pain had been shared. They froze.

Slowly, the dagger was rising from the ground. They would think about the crimson pain later it seemed. Holding their breath, they watched it reach the point were it was between them, hovering at chest height. Their eyes met across the circle or runes and they both reflect the same foreboding feeling that it did not look like a friendly attitude for a dagger to have.

Calmly, threateningly it turns on itself. Both instinctively leaned against the wall. But they were empty from any kind of shelter and the blade was between her and the shining door and he did not know how to open it. The tip was now directed towards her chest.

It stopped.

She suddenly was aware of the mainly details around. The slight ozone scent caused by the perpetual lightning of the door, the roughness of the scarred stone on which she was pressing her back almost. The fast and painful pulsing of her heart in her chest.

She took a step aside, her eyes not leaving the dark, sharp steel.

The dagger followedâ€¦

Shiveredâ€¦

Hesitatedâ€¦

Time looked suspended on the blade's edgeâ€¦

Her heart missed a step at the sound of metal against stone. It echoed in the room, setting their breath free.

The dagger remained at the centre of the circle, trying to look innocent.

Nerialka

They went out of the meeting room and climbed the wooden stairs up to the library. The place was empty and the only sound to be heard was the low humming produced by the Archon. The ball of light came flickering toward them and hovered a bit around Shadow, curious about this unknown face in its library. But fast it lost its interest in him and resumed its errands amongst the heavily loaded bookshelves.

Lina stood a moment in front of the bright lightening door and chanted the ritual incantation. She had spend so many hours in thereâ€¦ They both stepped in the small room. Its walls were completely bare from any shelf or decoration, and it was just wide enough to hold the intricate circle of runes painted on its floor. Its only once inside, passed the blur of the lightening barrier, that one could notice the scars of the wall, caused by claws and burns or various origins.

On Lina's advice, Shadowstrider stepped away from the warding circle and remained silent and still, watching her prepare the ritual with intense, but quiet curiosity. It was not something she was used to and this wasn't really a laboratory. But she needed to take a first step on the path to understanding the mysterious weapon. A first analysis could give her clues on the directions where to take the next steps of her studies.

She put the dagger at the centre of the circle and placed herself on the edge of the drawing, steadying her breath, focusing on the dark steel and the raven rune of the hilt. She fought a bit the urge to take the dagger back in her hand, to secure itâ€¦ To let it taste blood.

She closed her eyes, extending her hands over the blade, concentrating the powers within the arcanic circle which became ablaze in her mind, the dagger pulsing in its centre. She moved her thoughts closer to it. It was gleaming, colours shifting around itâ€¦ But it was not the purple storm she had expected from the first glance she had had of it. It was the most obvious oneâ€¦ But it was hiding something deeper, the like of which she had not seen before.

The patterns were changing, in forms, colours and meanings. But the signs they formed were alien to her. It was neither a wizard nor a sorcerer that had tied those forces to it. It had a feelingâ€¦ Something both new and familiar that she would have had a lot of trouble to translate in words. This was bringing more questions than answers and she opened her eyes, the little room suddenly reappearing, the twirling lights dying away.

She blinked slightly, and looked at the dark silhouette standing nearby.

This is not a mageâ€s doing. You said you are a priestâ€¦ Could you maybe have a look at it?
Certainly, he nodded.

She stepped out of the circle as he entered it and leaned on the wall, watching him proceed with curiosity and a slight hint of defiance at the sight of someone else than her approaching the dagger.

He raised his hands and started to chant.

Nerialka

They stepped in the meeting room of the Circleâ€s tower a bit later. The place was empty and silent, charged with a slight smell of incense. Lina set alight a few candles, the small flickering making the shadows of the room seemingly alive. She brought some of them on the table.

Please have a sit, she said, motioning the heavy stone thrones.
They stayed silent a moment, comtemplating the little flame dancing between them, playing with the light and shadows on their faces. His eyes were almost the only feature visible behind his hood.

She took the dagger out of her pack, unwrapping the piece of cloth in which she kept it and put it in front of him on the table.

Have you ever seen the like of this ?
He looked at the blade attentively.
Noâ€¦ he paused. But one can tell there is something dark about it.

She leaned in her seat, watching the blade intently. She had to knowâ€¦ She was staring at the sharp edge, she felt drawn to itâ€¦ The menacing curve, the dark aura.. It was enticingâ€¦ She feltâ€¦ Soâ€¦ weakâ€¦ She would close her eyesâ€¦ And sleepâ€¦ andâ€¦

Lina?
She blinked and teared her gaze away from the dagger, taking her forhead in her hands.
Are you alright? he asked.
Yes, yesâ€¦ Just a passing weakness, she replied, her senses coming back to her.

The feeling was wearing off as fast has it had stike her. She wrapped the weapon in the piece of cloth again. She had been carrying it for more than a week now. And it held an aura of negative energy. Not the healthiest item to carry around. She met Shadowstriderâ€s eyes and smiled reassuringly.

Are you a weaver, Shadow?
I am a priest, he answered.
Would you mind to accompany me upstairs for a bit of experiments anyway? It would be safer not to attempt anything alone, I think.
Certainly.
Thank you, she smiled. If I faint or anything, call for Merin.

Nerialka

A Dagger

Lina woke up in her small room of the Dancing Mermaid. She did not move for a while, staring at the ceiling. She did not feel really rested. Her nights had been troubled recently. Visions of enveloping darkness and red raven eyes, confusingly mixed with memories of the troll ambuscade. She looked through the window to meet the gaze of the bird.

A bath and a breakfast later, she was walking to the market. Idly watching the articles displayed, lost in her thoughts and in the crowd. Her steps were finally leading her back in the direction of the commons. She stopped a last time in front of a booth and turned around. She had felt something. A presence, slightly familiar.

She walked away from the crowd in the direction of the commons. She looked around in the alley. A man stepped out of the shadows quietly. She smiled.

Good morning, Shadow.
Good day Lina, he replied.

They chatted calmly, a while, greeting Natanya as she passed. Shadowstrider had mentioned the ravens once, in Jiyyd. He had seen them a few times as well. Maybe he could be of some help. They chatted a while the people coming in and out of the market brushing past them without paying much attention to the raven perched on a nearby roof. He had offered his help on this subject, and she could use an escort.

Moreover, something told her that the man could be familiar with mysterious dark daggers.

I need to go to Jiyyd, I think, she said, looking at the bird. To make a few researches. But last time the travel proved dangerous.
You need an escort? he asked.
She smiled at him.

They soon were walking across the plains, silently. It was quiet this time. He did not speak much except to offer the protection of an invisibility spell. She observed him as they walked. He was silent, and not only because they did not talk. Every move looked unconsciously calculated.

They finally reached the gates. Lina looked at them and repressed a shiver. Rain was pouring down the skies, as always, persistent, wrapping the little town in its icy chant, shortening the vision behind moving curtains of water. But it was not the weather that caused her trouble. Her last trip thereâ€¦

Shadowstrider gallantly opened the heavy wooden doors.

Thank you, she smiled, looking around. Itâ€s quiet. Good. I have something to show you. And a quiet place sounds much better.
He looked at her, curious.
Let us go to the tower, she said.

Nerialka

Once on the other side of the street, they turned their gaze up to look at the opened window. It was tapping against its frame, under the arrhythmic touch of the nightâ€s breeze. The sound had an unusual quality in the silent alley, echoing slightly, unconsciously lowering the voices of its observers.

Quites a bits of a drop, remarked the white-haired mage.
I guess he fled then, Lina sighed.
We need ta cats nose again per'aps? Asked the dwarf.
No she could cause more trouble. I prefer her to stay away for a while. I will summon a dog. Much easier in the city.

She closed her eyes. It was not her usual summons, she was more used to wolves than dogs, but it was a close form. She emptied her mind from the present problem and concentrated on the vision of a large dog. The vision was blurry at first, unclear. Little to little, she noticed the details appearing. Colours first, in shades of dark brown, a few scars, a missing bit on the left ear, the bright black eyesâ€¦ A common errand street dog. She opened her eyes and the city reappeared around the dog.

She showed him the window and the ground.

Follow those traces, she ordered.
The dog lowered his nose and turned a few times below the window, sniffing carefully the ground. After a while, her raises his ears and headed north, sometimes moving from right to left, searching his way. They followed, a few steps behind.
Ah would bet on tha sewers. . but tha waterside be a large place…, said Tagnar
Donts youse have a gossipers in towns? asked Klaz, surprised. Likes ifs wes problems at camps, jus tells Horgan, soon whole camp bes watching outs fer it.
Aye... Fenz... Tho ah dont really like 'im much.
The winding errands and sniffings of the dog finally led them toward the Pissing Goat.
Let us be careful, said Lina, watching the short building.
Ya get lots o sailors 'ere... try no ta annoy them rowdy folk.

Klaz cautiously put a hand over his purse at Tagnarâ€s words. They stepped into the inn. One would have thought that vision would have been clearer inside, under the lights of torches and candles than outside under the heavy mantel of the night. One would have been wrong. The air looked thick. Was thick. Apparently, windows were opened once every centuries or so in the tavern. The smoke of the torches and candles was accumulating against the low ceiling. And under the movements of the customers, and the general activity of the place turned it into a sort of dense smog. And to this was added a slightly acrid smell made of a mixture of whatever had spilled on the floor, for ale and food and probably various liquids whose nature was unknown. Which was for the best actually.

Ah think talk'n ta tha barkeep would be a start, said the dwarf, already walking in the direction of the bar.
Klaz and Lina followed. The guard looked surprisingly familiar with the place.
Whatcha want? grunted Ohtugg, dirtying a large mug with a greasy rag with application.
Ale please.
Aye, agreed the bartender, turning to one of the kegs and starting to fill the said glass with a foaming amber liquid.
Ah mean. . No. . .Err we be lookin fa someone... corrected Tag, only pretending to be embarrassed by what seemed to be a reflex.
Fer guard, two gold coin, said Ohtugg, grinning a grin that missed a few teeth while putting the mug on the table.
Aye well that be no bad, commented the dwarf, letting the coins ringâ€¦ stickâ€¦ on the counter. Tho it aint why we be 'ere..
Whatcha need? asked Ohtagg, starting to put more grease on the rag in an attempt to clean the counter.
Tagnar motioned Lina, sipping the ale.
Did anyone enter in the last few minutes? She asked with a smile and a handful of gold coin.
Yeah, thar was tis' bloke, he replied, swiftly pocketing the coin. Got a key ta room and went out in hurry.. crazy type
Do you know him ?
Uh no, but paid for week
Mmm... What room was it if I may ask?
It be investigation? he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly and looking at the dwarf.
We be wantin ta search it, be part o murder investigation, replied the dwarf through a beard embellished with a bit of beer foam.
Room ten, but now he got tha key. And he had nothing, you wont find a thing in room so if ye cud not bash doors, he shrugged.
Perfect. Thank you sir, smiled Lina, dropping a few more coins on the counter. Do not worry, we won't bash the door.
Gudd. Come later.
That we will, nodded the dwarf.
Or stay fer more ale, grined the other toothlessly.
Might do that ta, then turning to his companions, he added. Thorvin, brim an me like this pub, come 'ere whenever they visit. Be havin a nice atmosphere...
Yehs? Nevers beens heres I's prefer ta drink unda ta trees meres, Klaz said with a smirk.
Ah no tend ta like that much, isne homely.

They waited for a while in case the men would return, but he apparently did not inted to. And they left the inn after a while, taking notes to come back later and check the room ten.

Nerialka

The guards stepped in.

All right lads, ordered Tagnar. We need ta search this place top ta bottom. An try ta be careful no ta break nowt.

The sounds of slightly metallic footsteps filled the wide house. She could hear them above her, with sometimes the sounds of doors or cabinets opening and closing. A piece of furniture moved and put back in place. While they waited, tension in the living room was almost visible. Lina faked to take interest in the unfinished tapestry placed in the corner of the room, praised the quality of the wine without tasting itâ€¦

The guards gathered finally in the living room after a while. No archer was with them apparently.

There's no one home, but the window was open upstairs, said one of them.
Perhaps get tha cat in ta sniff out tha scent? suggested Tagnar.
Lina nodded.
My familiar will help them. Do not fear her, she is perfectly tamed.

That proved not to be a good idea and a few shouts and a confused moment later, they stepped out of the house. Well, townsfolk were not used to wild animals, familiars or not, tamed or not. She dismissed Aenethiel, who looked rather relieved to leave the stone paved alleys. Tagnar, on the other side, dismissed the guards.

Lets look't tha window, he grumbled. Round back did he say? The guard nodded.
Les have a sees, agreed Klaz.

Nerialka

A small rustling inside, muffled soundâ€¦ A key turnedâ€¦ Finally the door opened, letting out a man who closed the door behind his back. Lina studied his face. Not the archer.

Good evening, she smiled.
Evenin'. What me humble person can help?
We are looking for someone who seems to leave here.
Who is that? He said, raising a brow. And whom should Iâ€¦ introduce?
Tagnar, Klaz, she answered, pointing the dwarf and white-haired human. And I am Lina. It is rather important.
I will tell the mistress. Please wait only a while.

He turned on his heel and re-entered the house, locking the door. They waited again.

Perhaps cans accidentally breaks ta door down, suggested Klaz.
No, gruffed the dwarf.
Accidentallys of courses.
No, Klaz, smirked Lina.
Ahs?

The door opened once more.

Miss Marie said you can enter

And so they stepped in. They entered a large and rather empty living room. The hearth weakly tried to bring a feeling of warmth to the bare walls. No carpets, no decorations and only a few pieces of furniture that seemed dropped half randomly around the place. In a corner of the room, a large and heavy oak table, its weight adding a slight touch of stability to the disorganised place.

Next to the fireplace, a woman was looking at them. And by the way the flames send reflects in her eyes, one could tell she did not appreciate their late visit. And around her, a few men, silent and looking a bit tougher than they should have in such a noble house. Tag folded hes arms over his round stomach, eyeing the men.

Good evening Lady Marie, started Lina with a formal bow. We apology for disturbing your evening.
Marie looked at her sharply and gave a small curtsy. Obviously the apologies were not accepted. She motioned them to sit around the large table nonetheless and made a slight gesture to a man standing near the chimney. He went out without a word.
Please be my guests
Thank you.
Oohs hows nice of yers, commented Klaz.
My apologies for this… rough place, said the woman. We just moved in
A few polite denials followed.
Why this visit then? Beras told me that there are guards outside? Something is wrong?
Yes, replied Lina, pleased by the surprised reaction of Marie. I am sorry to bring such bad news, butâ€¦
She paused. Her red eyes taking in the details of Marieâ€s face, studying her reactions. Tagnar and Klaz were listening quietly
...It seems someone who attacked me entered this home. You might even be in danger.

The man came back, carrying a plate with food and a wine jug. Tagnarâ€s eyes followed him closely, watching his hands intently. He put the food on the table and went back to his place near the chimney. Calmly, Marie reached for her goblet.

It's... impossible I am afraid, she replied. I know my relatives, and we are peaceful family. Maybe it was some other house? Or maybe before we moved in?
No, the tracks were clear. And it happened only hours ago. Would you mind if the guards visited the place, to make sure no one broke through and hides here? Asked Lina, taking her glass as well and turning it in her hand without drinking. Nothing will be disturbed in you home. The guards know their job.
Aye, added the dwarf, rendered even smaller by the size of the table. Ah tell them ta be right careful

Obviously, she was not really keen on this idea. She looked at them in turns

Unless you have -anything- to back up your accusations, I will have to refuse I am afraid.
It will only take a few minutes of you time. And it is always well seen to help the city. Or shall I call the inquisitor maybe?
Here was an idea she liked even less.
Oh well. Let them in.
Many thanks, smiled Lina while Tagnar called the guards outside.
Do it quick and be gone, she said coldly.

Nerialka

The weather was chilly, a light wind making the cold sharperâ€¦ And the ravensâ€¦ Almost a dozen of them were around. Watching, circling, cawing.

And away they went. Away across the Nars. Away across the windâ€¦ Away across the blood. The bandits attacked. Over and over. And the fought over, and over. And the more blood stained the windy plains, the more ravens gathered to feed on the corpses. They feasted, eyes glowing red, they fedâ€¦ Watching her, watching them. The scene was surreal. They did not stop.

Time was stretching itself and made their journey seem endless, but finally they arrived in sight of the cityâ€s gates. Quietly, they slipped in to the dark alleys, dimly lit by the lampposts and the moonlight. Few would see the panther, at this time of the night. They followed Aenethielâ€s nose to a large house in the dock district. The streets were quiet.

They observed the mansion a few instants. A large number of crows where gathered there. A quick look through a windowâ€¦ A few passing shadows. Hard to tellâ€¦ The curtains blocked the view. Three to five people probably.

We should make sure it has no back door, then knock. Klaz? Could you please check there is none?
Uhâ€¦ He looked around, uncomfortable. I's nots verys use tose these sorts of houses Lina/
Ah.
Too manys tents fer mes
I'll have a look then

She walked to the other side if the house. Indeedâ€¦ There was a back door. She smiled slightly. Something moved. She looked up and stepped into the shadows with a frown. The curtains on the first floor had moved. Well he would not go out this way. She passed her hand over the heavy wooden lock, a low incantation passing her lips. She felt the energies tie themselves around the door, forcing it into position, tightly. Not even the proper key could unlock this door for a while. It would be enough. She went back to the front door. Her companions looked back at her

Any luck? Asked the dwarf.
There is someone on the first floor, I saw some movement behind a window… I locked their back door as well, magically...
Good, lets 'ope tha fella has some answers. Or rather, ah hope tha cat wasnt followin tha scent o a wealthy merchant that bought some fresh meat from market...
Hopes its nots someones birthdays party, whispered Klaz with a grin.
We should get some guards
guess some backup would ne go astray. Ah can go get a couple o reinforcements from tha guardhouse

The dwarf took the direction of the prison while she waited, chatting with Klaz in low tones. The ravens were deadly quiet. Their eyes, piercing, unblinkingâ€¦ Hurry Tagâ€¦ I need answers. Soon the dwarf came back, followed with a handful of men in green uniform.

They knocked.

And waited.

Nerialka

A Raven lowered his flight and passed over her. She followed the swift movement, the familiar sound wasâ€¦

He dropped something on her lap.

She looked down. It was a dagger, made of dark steel. She felt the gaze of the man and the dwarf, staring at it and staring at her. On the hilt was a raven rune. A beautiful work… Why did it look familiar? She closed her eyes, concentrating on it. She could feel the gathering of powers around it, dark, cold, slowly, menacingly curling around it. She could feel the presence of the negative energy caressing her hand as she ran it along the short blade. There wasâ€¦ Something else thoughâ€¦ But she would need a laboratory to find it.

She felt the gentle mental touch of the pantherâ€s mind. She was coming back. She soon appeared, panting a bit. She sat near Lina with a toothy grin. The emerald eyes met the red ones and she growled quietly.

I followed the trrrrace. To the place you live in stones... everry wherrre... stones. He goes farrrrâ€¦ To those human made caves. I show you.
She knows where he went, translated Lina.

She needed rest though. The last few hours had been draining. They stayed at the Tower where she left a note to Merin, mentioning she was on her way to Peltarch after having been assaulted in the hin town. They took a refreshing drink and prepared their travel back to the cold city. Finally, they stepped out of the portal and took the direction of the gates.

Nerialka

A sharp pain ran through her body. She was barely aware to hit the ground. A red veil passed over her eyesâ€¦ She struggled an instant the muffled sounds of the fight fading away. Everything went dark. She was alone and coldâ€¦ So coldâ€¦ She could ear the sound of feathers nearbyâ€¦ And she could feelâ€¦ The red eyesâ€¦ The red eyesâ€¦

A sour taste filled her mouth and he opened her eyes. Her whole body seemed carved in pain and suffering. The blur faded awayâ€¦ She heard a caw. Klaz and Tag were looking at her. The coppery taste of blood filled her mouth.

Miss Lina ya be workin?! Asked the dwarf in worried tones.

She shivered, slowly becoming aware of the scene around her. A body was nearby, the tall manâ€¦ One of the dark birds one of the dark birds perching on the corpse, feasting. He took out an eye. She tried to gather her thoughts. She could barely breath and half fumbled to take the bottle that Tagnar was handing her. He helped her to swallow it. A soothing warmth ran through her body. The taste mixed with the metallic one of blood.

Last time ah give folk wi drawn weapons benefit o tha doubt, he gruffed through his beard. Want me ta shoot tha buggers? He added, eyeing the crow.
No.
Whats goings ons Lina? Tag?
The raven was glancing at lina while festing. Klaz shivered, holding his own eye. She ignored his question, focused on the raven. She whispered :
What do you want of me ?
The eyes of the raven glittered red. Even though it was festing, it looked ill, hungry. It cawed back at her and whispered back
Find allies! Lina! Good allies ! Fast!
The others had not heard.
This is beginning of bloodshed! He cawed. They know you are here!
Who ?
Bogarths' allies! Caw! Prepare for feud! you can't escape it!
Why do they seek my death ?
Hit them first!
The bird took off. His meal was over and Linaâ€s mind was boiling with questions.
She shouted up : â€œWhy?â€
Gahs Lina, its looks likes its jus a birdys.
She did not listen to white haired mage.
Bogarths' allies, why would they seek my death ? She sighed. Hit them first he saidâ€¦
She turned her attention back to her companions, shaking her head, trying to clear her thoughts. Klaz was lost. Tagnar looked thoughtful.
Did the other man flee ? She asked.
Aye well if any show up again 'ittin first be no bad plan. Ran out o gates far as ah know. Hes rans likes a chicken fer seeds, answered the stocky guard.
I need Aenethiel's help.
… Lina's whats theys talkings bouts...? Klaz looked confused. She could not much more delay her explainations.
Alright, I'll send Aenethiel scout the trace of this archerâ€¦ Meanwhile, i'll tell you everything.

Soon the panther went away, heading in the direction of the Nars. They sat down near the trees. Linaâ€s hands were still shacking from the shock. Her mind kept going back, over and over to the cold blackness that had surrounded her, familiar and terrible. She shivered her fears away and took a deep breath.

It all started a few weeks agoâ€¦

And she told them. The Raven, the book, the curse. She spoke a long time, her mind wandering as she did. The more she told the story, the more she felt she had missed something. Something important.

Nerialka

Soon the gates of Jiyyd were in sight, their shape slowly getting clearer through the mist. They pushed open the heavy wooden doors and stepped in the familiar, damp and quiet atmosphere of the little town. Tagnar sat on one of the benches.

Well, 'ere ya be, he said.
Thank you Tag.
Welcome miss, he replied, grinning behind his beard. Tho wi tha passs quiet as it was ah am sure ya could o managed it weapon o no.

They turned at the noise of the gates opening again. A tall man stepped in. His white hair framing a familiar face. His eyes seemed to ever be smiling. Nowâ€¦ He could help her about the troll problem. And who knowsâ€¦ She smiled at him. Maybe he could be useful about those mysterious ravens as well.

Klaz, she smiled a greeting before adding : I may need your help.
Allos, he said, smiling. I's have ter escort someones to ta tower agains?
Lina smirked slightly. Last time she had dropped her apprentice in his care, not having the will, nor the time, to make her visit the tower.
No. I may need your help for a few researches. On two subjects now that I think about it. Up for a drink in the Tower, Tag ?
Ah aint never said no ta that question afore, replied the gruffy voice.
Alright, to the tower then.

So the three of them made their way north. Rain, that had spared them so far, started to fall again. Lina searched the sky, looking for the ever-present black feathers and red eyes. Klaz stopped a moment to remove his armor, looking down at the Silver Valley.

Never gets sicks of tis sight, he said quietly
Pretty place this, agreed the dwarf.
Yups. too bads all theses houses heres thoughs

Lina was not paying attention. She was walking, her eyes searching for ravens, her mind searching for answers. They climbed their way up the small slope leading to the tower. They were halfway up the hill and quietly chatting. Two men were blocking their way, weapons drawn. They stopped. The tallest man crossed his arms.

Hold, he said, commandingly.
Allos, greeted Klaz. Cans wes helps yers?
The man ignored him, looking over at Lina.
Are you Wethrillina Aeliath? he asked.
Who is asking?
Whose yer fren Lina? whispered Klaz
She shaked her head. She had never seen them before and their attitude was far from beeing trust-inspiringâ€¦
Its her, said the man holding a bow. Look at her skin and eyes.
Why do you seek me ? frowned Lina.
A friend. I just want to talk, the first man replied in a wry smile. Care to talk in private? Its rather urgent.
His manners were obviously twisted, she felt that Klaz was looking at her worriedly, and answered coldly:
Not in private. I trust my friends. You said it is urgent, then speak forth.
Best 'and over tha weapons afore ya do if at all, added Tag, his guard nature taking over.
The halflings dose not permits weapons in this place sirs, added the white haired mage.
Thats considerate, commented the man.
Lina crossed her arms. She did not like this at all. The man made a sharp gesture and shouted:
Now !

Nerialka

Another Step in the Mist

Lina leaned on the railing of the commons. She was worried. Her mind wandered on the past days and ached with questions, left unanswered so far. The way the snow flake randomly swirled around the place was like a cruel metaphor to her own confusion.. She wiped snow away from one of the bench and sat down. The cold was gently soothing her worries in a white velvet cloak.

Her mind was not on crows anymore. She heard footsteps and gazed around. A sturdy form was walking out of the fog, coming from the inn. The bold dwarf stopped near the railing.

Even'n, he said through his beard.
Hello Tagnar, she replied.
Hows things in tha city tha mo?
Worrying, sighed Lina.

So she told him, careful not to detail her story to much. The walk east, the trap and the sudden darkness, a male elven voice chanting that was not Syneâ€sâ€¦ A cry, and the noises of battle, then the pain, intense, ovewhelmingâ€¦ And when she came back to her senses, her hands were tied, Ahriman was bleeding and Syne was missing. As she spoke the anger came back. She looked at the little, sturdy guard who was listening intently.

A movement and the rustling of feathers caught her attention. The now familiar red eyes of the raven were looking back at her. She had almost lost her attention to them in her concern for Syne. This troll would pay. But those raven were worrying. She had to do something. The Emerald library could hold elements that could help her to clear this mystery.

Somethinâ€ wrong? Asked Tagnar, following her gaze.
Maybe…. It keeps following me. I almost forgot it with the last events... I should go back to Jiyyd and make a few researches maybe.
Or just shoot it, he said matter-of-factly
No !
Stupids dwarves, unable to see further than the tip of their axes ! She thought. But she could use him. She needed to travel back south. And his protection could be useful. She smiled gently :
Do not arm it.
If ya insist.
I need to go to the Tower. Would you escort me Tag ?
Tha southern guard tower ya mean?
No, she replied, hiding her exasperation. The Emerald one.
Oh, Jiyyd. Aye, sure, can go whenever ya want. Nows good a time as any.
Thank you. I'll tell you the story on the way.
No a bad plan.

So they started their journey. The Nars was strangely quiet, the thin fog soon covered her clothes with little, sparkling drops of water. She could see little clouds formed by the dwarfâ€s breath. As they walked, she told him the story of the two cursed clans. An odd taleâ€¦ The more she thought about itâ€¦ The more she felt something was amiss. Her mind was running as she spoke. She tried to put away her worries for Syneâ€¦ â€œFocusâ€, she thought with a shiver, concentrating on the story, letting Tagnar take care on any threat that could jump out of behind a rock in red and purple armor.