Strange Portents

The Never Ending Quest - Episode 9475

Aethir MacFionn clutched his portion of the amulet, his gaze locked on Astra of Aquilaria, who held the third piece. He took a deep breath, and remembered what uniting the first two pieces felt like...


Shadows swam by as his vision was engulfed. Fell whispers scratched at the base of his skull, and he listened, straining to hear there words. Gradually, they spoke as one, and the sultry voice he heard, he knew. So, my murderer has begun the process, just as I knew he would. The grave is a lonely place, as I'm sure you've been told. I shall eagerly await you freeing me from these chill depths you sentenced me to. However, you should know that the fourth piece has strayed...seek the Seventh Son of your dead friend, seek Jarlath the Broken...and do so quickly, my influence on this plane is fading...


He still felt regret over what rebuilding the amulet would unleash, and he chided himself on this. After all, they had known ever since that long past augury that this would have to be. What's more, he had lost another friend in this quest today, and Belboz would have wanted him to see it to completion.

Pensively, he reached forward with his jagged piece as the warrior woman did likewise. The fragments of stone met, and again he was submerged, though only for an eyeblink this time. No words, no whispers. It seemed the sorceress had been weakened to the point that she could offer but little. It was enough, though.

It was a face, a face scarred beyond recognition, yet young, he noticed. It wore a blindfold stained with blood. Snowflakes danced about it.

Astra shuddered as she saw the same thing, but only Lord Frederigo D'Honaire, the demonic oathbreaker who had gained their trust, saw something more. With surprise and then a stifled chuckle, he saw an ephemeral form, not unlike a ghost, get sucked violently into the stone of the broken amulet.

The form it wore was that of the dead necromancer...


Lady Andrea Croix was weary, her form bundled in a thick fur cloak and her feet bound in strips of rag and leather to protect them. She and the madman had been traveling for days. They had gone first to the coast, then followed it northward to avoid the burning sands of the desert. Now they had reached a rocky ridge, traveling in a pass between the massive stones, and a chill wind whipped at them even as they moved into the land beyond, where a winter storm raged.

He never seemed to tire, this strange manchild who claimed to be Frederigo's lost brother. Regardless of how far they traveled in the day he still plodded along, probing his path with the steelshod staff he always bore. He would stop if she fell behind, but as soon as she caught up, he without fail resumed his erratic gait.

Andrea looked about just as they left the pass and entered the Northern Wastes, seeing a strange sight indeed...

  1. She saw petrified trees, and strung between the long dead branches were webs too large to have been made by any normal spider...
  2. She saw monolithic stone structures dusted by the snow, almost buildings, but they would have had to have been built by giants...

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