Chronicle - The Quest for the Scabbard

Journey to Locklastar

Lanzi had taught Milai how to make use of the travelling cloud, so between them they would be able to provide trasportation, and with Odin's blessing I was able to sustain us with food and water. Lanzi was also able to shelter and hide us whilst we rested, with his hut of great dweomer. It was three days of travel, with the temperature rising as we covered the miles, we reached an expanse of boggy plains... and the end of any reliable maps we knew of.

I turned once more to Odin for guidance, and we followed the direction I was granted, travelling for another three days before strange vegetation was visible and the temperature and humidity became uncomfortable. I called on Odin once more to protect us within this strange environment as we continued our journey. After another two days the ground started to rise, and we could see a mountain range in the distance ahead. The following day we reached some foothills and the vegetation was not so smothering below us. Having travelled about WSW from the start of the boggy ground, we were far from any features known to us, but incredibly Milai spotted a humanoid ahead, dressed in natural clothing that made them very hard to pick out against the environment they were in, and if they had not been lighting a fire we might have flown right over them.

We, of course, were seen easily and the figure dropped what seemed to be a lyre, drawing a bow and standing ready whilst watching our approach. We continued to close, although not directly, and tried to signal peaceful intent. Lanzi tried blaring out some music with dweomer, but Milai strummed a more gentle tune on her own lyre. Closer now, it seemed that the figure might be a half elf, somewhat handsome with blond hair and hardy travelling leathers. He stood in a small camp, carefully prepared, and was armed with a Dai-Ku and rapier. The slope he was camped on was grassy, with some flat areas that would afford an easy landing, and the mountain scenes around and behind were quite beautiful. As we came closer still we noted the amount of jewellery he was wearing, with a headpiece speckled with precious stones, golden necklaces and bracelets, as well as rings on his hands. His belt was decorated with a symbol suggesting air or wind, and his eyes were blue to match. I sensed that he was checking our alignment with dweomer or divine insight, but we had nothing to hide.

He greeted us and introduced himself as "Rathon", and knew of Milai and Lanzi, inviting us to share his camp. We accepted gratefully after a week of travelling in haste, and shared a meal. We spoke of our destination, and he seemed to know it well. He referred to it as the "Lock of Lastar", a lock that required a key, although we did not know of such a key. Lanzi, in discussion, started to connect the gate with the poem we had heard of Persephone, which might give us a clue to find our way. This talk of Lastar and a poem related to Hades started to give us an insight into the journey we were about to undertake. As we ate, Rathon spent time with Milai, and seemed to improve her ability with the lyre surprisingly quickly.

Eventually Rathon offered to take us to our destination, but warned us to prepare before we left so Lanzi cast stoneskin on himself and Hintzu. We then held hands and suddenly found ourselves transported through time and space!