Written by the Dungeonmaster, Jeff
Cold chills ... loss ... loneliness
During the two days you spend in GoldHammer Keep after defeating the Ormyrr, and the ten days you travel back to Glenzor, you dedicate a small but private portion of each day to scrying on the mysterious 'Stella' and, of course, your ... mother...
Mother leaps ... blade passes through her neck ... body crashes against armor ... long smear of blood down his chest
The vague description you possess of 'Stella' resembles that which you remember of your mother. Could 'Stella' be your ... mother...
Mother leaps ... blade passes through her neck ... body crashes against armor ... long smear of blood down his chest
There's no doubt in your mind that your mother is, or at least was, dead. You are suspicious of the visions summoned through scrying. Scrying ... reminds you of crying...
Your throat tightening to cry ... to scream ... there is no noise to hear
After your initial scrying attempt on your ... fighting down images... you have trouble regaining contact. While she may possess some variant form of magical protection, it is more likely that she is ... distant...
Sideways tunnel vision ... mother telescoping away ... your cheek pressed against bloody breastplate ... dragged, a captive, through the destroyed village ... bandits descend like hyenas on shrinking mother's body ... mother disappears from sight
You scry on both 'Stella' and ... her... each day, and conjure no images during the two days at GoldHammer Keep. At the end of the third day - your first day of travel back to Glenzor - you are able to summon the image of 'Stella' by using not the name, but the vague description...
A human man ... five feet nine, five feet ten ... one hundred twenty or thirty pounds ... wait, not a man, a woman ... late forties, early fifties ... hair tucked completely under cotton hat ... heavily covered in worn, laborers clothes of pointedly human design ... riding an old, worn horse ... traveling through plains ... shadows betray the edge of a forest nearby ... twinkle of green as she gazes over toward the setting sun and wipes her brow ... wait, not a human, a Half-Elf ... not mother, not me, but certainly the Gulceleb gestalt
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