In Quest of Naebolg

Three weeks ago, her daughter had vanished. She had heard from her servant, Tamerey, that Andrea had run off to search for romance and adventure. Demetria hoped that someone would find her and she would return to her senses, but after three weeks this had not come to pass.

Her husband, Pieter, had born no love for their daughter. He had hoped for a son, and Demetria had been unable to bear any children after Andrea. Demetria, on the other hand, loved her duaghter very much... But had she loved her well? Had she worked so hard to protect her that she hadn't given her enough freedom? These were the doubts that wandered through her mind. If she had driven Andrea away, was there anything she could do to make up for that?

And so last night, she had ridden to the edge of the town of Blackstone that lay beside Croix Keep to seek out out Fritha, the old nursemaid who had watched over Andrea. Pieter had had her dismissed becuase of rumors that she was a witch. But her art had kept the infant Andrea alive, and so Demetria did not look askance on her.

Soon she saw the hut where sat the with bright blue eyes eyes who, while very old, seem scarcely to have aged since Pieter dismissed her. She had asked for a hair of Demetria's head, and performed a rite to seek her daughter what they had seen was a black spehre that looked like a hole in existence itself, on the other side of which lay stars in a strange, shifting pattern. At this, Fritha drew back in horror, dismissing it at once. Her daughter, she had said, had fallen into Nabebolg. There was no hope for her unless--

Fritha had prayed a desparate prayer, and was given an answer she was said came from the heavens. Fritha would have to ride to the abandoned keep of Ligeia, and there she would find two emissaries who stood between life and death, who would aid her on her quest.

1. And so at midnight, she found herself beside the Keep...

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