Chaston Visions – Two Gold Sons – by Rovvigen

An account and record of the visions that allowed Landing area adventurers to … see what must be seen. Two Gold Sons, by Rovvigen:

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Category: Towns
Topic: Wehnimer’s Landing

Date: 09/08/2016 05:14 PM CDT

From: WLEONARD

Subj: Two Gold Sons

Leyan, Imaerasta 7th
By Rovvigen

*On the night of Leyan, Imaerasta 7th at 9pm (est) the Gypsy Troupe prepares for their event of Divination and Discussion as Frontier Days continue. Ordim, Tuilinneth and myself set up the silk amethyst tent and refreshment cart. As individuals start gathering inside the tent visions of the future are provided for all inquiring individuals. As I finished up my next to last reading, I offered Disean (a Blameless soldier) a general reading using Tarot Cards. Below is the conversation we had.

Speaking to Disean, you say, “Would you like a general reading from the tarot cards?”

You nod at Disean.

You gather the gold-edged cards from a small compartment inside the agate-inlaid case.

You cut the gold-edged cards several times, then softly stroke the top card with one finger. You flip the card over and place it carefully in view, face up. It is the card with the artwork of five gems upon it. You glance at the card for a moment, deep in thought, then place it back into the deck.

You say, “Loss, unemployment, money problems, destitution.”

Speaking to Disean, you say, “You will come into trouble in your near future.”

Speaking to Disean, you say, “But do not fret with great courage and stride the outcome will be peaceful.”

Speaking to Disean, you say, “I see you being fearless in any dilemma you come accross.”

You take a drink from your dark roast coffee.

You set the gold-edged cards into a small compartment inside the agate-inlaid case.

Disean asks, “You…think I have come for my reading?”

Disean says, “I have come to deliver yours.”

Speaking to Disean, you say, “I do, this is what we provided tonight.”

Speaking to Disean, you ask, “You have?”

Disean says, “There is a baptism of fire coming. This world will be purged of the tainted blood of hathlyn, and the followers of Lornon will burn, and we shall scatter their ashes on the wind.”

Tuilinneth blinks at Disean.

Ordim squints at Disean.

Disean says, “Dark magic will be driven into extinction, and your demonic sight of the future, squashed.”

Speaking to Disean, you say, “There is no need for that here.”

Disean says, “That is your future.”

Speaking to Disean, Alisaire asks, “Do you posses the sight of the future, then?”

Speaking to Disean, you say, “We are simply offering readings to those who have requested one.”

Disean says, “That is the truth of your fate, whether your dark cards speak it or not.”

Speaking to Disean, you say, “You did ask for a general reading.”

Disean says, “Your dark magic will not survive long in the new dawn.”

Disean just marched out.

*After providing readings and shutting the Gyspy Troupe event down in the landing, I along with other Jastev followers begin to see an Old grey haired man out of the corner of our eyes. Followers of Lord Jastev share the same vision as I accross the lands, but through my gift of “sight” (divination), we are able to see happenings which took place in capital of North Hendor.

You see an old grey-haired man out of the corner of your eye.

You ask, “Can i help you?”

The old grey man wanders off, beckoning you to follow.

You ask, “Where do i need to go?”

The old grey man appears out of the corner of your eye. He faintly whispers, “Call the children of tomorrow.”

The old grey man appears out of the corner of your eye. He faintly whispers, “Call the children of tomorrow. Those of the sight.”

You say, “Ordim and I are of the sight.”

You say, “Can we help you.”

You say, “The children of the sight are assembled. Bring forth your business.”

You say, “Our numbers are small, but our faith is strong. We will answer your call.”

The old grey man appears out of the corner of your eye. He faintly whispers, “Call the children of tomorrow. Those of the sight, and those of Jastev.”

Speaking to you, Ordim asks, “Who are you looking for ?”

You say, “I am of Jastev.”

You ask, “I am of Jastev and the two of sight are here? Would you like a reading?”

Speaking to you, Ordim asks, “Are you talking to the air ?”

The faint image of an old, grey-haired man appears briefly out of the corner of your eye.

Speaking to Ordim, you say, “Talking to old man who is appearing to me.”

Speaking softly to you, Ordim asks, “What does he look like ?”

Ordim says, “Mysterious men make many maddening musings more mystical.”
Ordim twitches, trying to control a vocal outburst, before settling into a disdained grumble while regaining composure.

You say, “You keep appearing out of the corner of my eye and i am getting impatient.”

You ask, “May we help you?”

You say, “As i have said you requested the follower of Jastev and the sight seers and we are here.”

The faint image of an old, grey-haired man appears briefly out of the corner of your eye. He wanders off, towards Lake Eonak.

Stormyrain [Local]: “The visions are showing us that our Lord wishes us to head to Lake Eonak for those who wish to join.”

*As Lord Jastev has led me to Melgorehn’s Reach, Lake Eonak,

You ask, “I am the follwer of Jastev and the sight seers are here, may we help you?”

Speaking to you, Stormyrain says, “You are among others.”

The old grey man appears before you, wandering out into the waters of the lake. “Make your sacrifice here, leave your gift. See what must be seen.” He whispers to you.

The old grey man appears before you, wandering out into the waters of the lake. “Make your sacrifice here, leave your gift. See what must be seen.” He whispers to you.

You gather the gold-edged cards from a small compartment inside the agate-inlaid case.

You say, “I offer these cards as a gift.”
You raise your gold-edged cards skyward!

A brief gust of wind stirs around Rovvigen, tugging a gold-edged card from his small hand. The card flips through the air, fluttering on the wind like a feather before it lands face up on the surface of the lake. The image is that of two golden suns. The card sinks beneath the water.

Speaking to you, Ordim exclaims, “Two gold suns!”

Evia says, “Extraordinary.”

A shimmer of grey light ripples across the surface of the lake.

Speaking to Areigha, Stormyrain says, “Our lord often operates in the grey.”

The moonlight bends along the surface of the lake, lines of silvery light stretching from shore to shore. Soon, the lines begin to curve, bending towards Rovvigen who stands at the bank.

A faint humming plucks at the back of your mind, but the sensation is elusive and passes quickly.

You say, “Two golden suns represent a question of whether to hold on.”

Speaking to you, Stormyrain says, “–I don’t think that is what he’s trying to say. If history is any indicator, we’re about to see much more.”

You say, “I am a proud follower of Jastev.”

Speaking to you, Ordim says, “I think we are about to find out just how proud.”

Speaking to you, Archales says, “One must have absolute certain to walk his path.”

You say, “And i stand by my faith.”

Speaking to Archales, you say, “And i do have absolution.”

Puptilian says, “Lets witness the whole of the vision and maybe it will make more sense.”

The surface of the lake begins to shift and churn, deepening to a solid silver light, no longer reflecting the sky and stars above, but appearing more like a stretch of captured moonlight.

Speaking to you, Stormyrain says, “A precursor to the message our Lord is bringing through your hands.”

Speaking to Stormyrain, you say, “I accept with open arms.”

Within the lake, the images churn and reform. The icy peaks of mountains are still in view, but so is the wide, tall, fortified stone walls of a huge city. Stretching up above the walls is a large stone keep, and countless silver banners whose blue phoenix emblem flap in the wind.

Within the lake, a blink of pale green light appears in the distance. Soon after, a small flame appears. Then another, then countless more. Like a roving sea of fireflies, the host of torches move out of the dark of the wilderness, and towards the massive gates of the huge fortified city.

You ask, “Tell me of the city we see?”

Aydan says, “Lolle, it’s the capital of North Hendor.”

Aydan says, “Earl Jovery rules from there.”

Within the water of the lake, an army of white-armored crusaders appears, the light of their torches casting an eerie, orange glow across their stone faces, shadows filling the creases of their crown-shaped scars along their bald scalps. They are countless, and before them walks another garbed in white, the collective torch light pale in comparison to the inferno of his golden eyes.

Speaking gently to you, Stormyrain offers, “And myself, and Archales–but he’s using your gift, to show us what is happening.”

Speaking quietly to you, Stormyrain says, “He has shown us bits and pieces like this in the recent weeks–a way to keep us informed as to what Prelate Chaston is doing–with his army of Blameless.”

Within the water of the lake the sea of crusaders approaches the gates, where Hendoran soldiers line the ramparts like a polished wall of steel. A voice, gruff and commanding, shouts down at the golden-eyed man and his army of Blameless.

Within the water of the lake, the golden-eyed man speaks. His voice is loud. His words echo all around you, as if he stands before you. “Open the gates, allow Koar’s work to be done.”

Within the water of the lake there is a loud cranking sound, and the wide gates of the city of Lolle begin to open.

Speaking to Lylia, you say, “The voice came to me asking me to open gates and allow Koars work to be done.”

Within the water of the lake the golden-eyed man marches through the opened gates of Lolle, his army of Blameless flowing in behind him. As they enter into the streets, many in the back ranks of the Blameless stop, slowly turning to withdraw crossbows from their flowing white cloaks. The Hendoran soldiers stand upon the ramparts, many unmoving, backs turned to the Blameless, their eyes still drawn to the outside of the city.

Speaking to Beldannon, Stormyrain says, “Hard to know with our Lord whether we are watching what has happened, what is happening, or what will happen.”

Within the water of the lake the echo of the crossbows is resounding. A line of bolts arc up towards the walls, where the soldiers backs are still turned. Many cry out in surprise, as dozens fall out of sight, some tumbling over the walls, others gasping as the bolts dig into their backs or sides. Chaston pauses for a moment, looking back at the gates they passed through, nodding as blood begins to drip from the ramparts.

Within the water of the lake the streets of Lolle open wide, many homes shuttering their windows. The golden-eyed man and his army continue their march, slowly approaching a hill where a huge stone keep stands as a looming sentinel over the city. At the base of the hill, a small army of Hendoran soldiers have already formed, weapons drawn, shouting at the crusaders as they approach.

Within the water of the lake, flecks of light begin to appear along the narrow and winding streets and alleys of homes and buildings. Suddenly, in between the Blameless and the Hendorans, crowds of townspeople begin to pour out into the streets, weapons and torches in hand.

Within the water of the lake the light of the townspeople torches comes into view, as nearly a hundred flood into the streets. The glow of the torches finally illuminates the townspeople…and the light catches along the surface of their gold and white medallions and prayerbeads.

Within the water of the lake the cries of battle echo out, as if all around you. The Hendoran soldiers pause briefly, and it costs them. The townspeople fall on them like vultures, clawing, fighting, slashing, stabbing, stomping, burning every soldier in there way. Having no other course of action, the Hendorans strike back, doing their best to defend and fight. Many of the townspeople fall quickly, no different then grain to a farmer’s scythe.

Within the water of the lake the streets run wet and red. Townspeople pile up, as do Hendorans, a sea of groaning, bloodied bodies. Soon the golden-eyed man moves forward again, he and his Blameless stepping over the sobbing, wounded bodies of both commoners and soldiers alike. Chaston makes his way to the keep on the hill.

Within the water of the lake the images shift and churn, slowly changing.

Within the water of the lake a grand hall appears. Its ceiling is expansive, decorated with huge banners, tapestries, and stone-framed windows. Columns of stone serve as rows and rows of support for the huge chamber, their surfaces chiseled with patterns and other images.

Within the water of the lake the rest of the chamber comes into view. Dozens of Hendoran soldiers stand before an old, stone throne, where a man of declining years sits, a parchment in his hand. There is little color left in his short, white beard. The light of the room’s torches enhance the color of the gold coronet on his head. His pale blue eyes look up, as the doors of his throne room fly open. He lets out an audible sigh.

Within the water of the lake the cacophony of battle echoes out once more. The throne room is a blur, a flurry of white, blue, and blood.

Within the water of the lake the sound of painful groans hangs in the air. The carved stone columns are painted red in the blood of the soldiers, and behind them, dozens of Blameless rise back up to their feet, wounds healing as they press on. The Earl lays near his throne, hands almost as bloody as his blade. His blue and silver tabard is soaked with blood, his gold coronet fallen on the ground beside him. He coughs, blood, spit, and curses.

Within the water of the lake the golden-eyed man steps towards the throne, slowly kneeling beside the broken Earl. He places a hand on his cheek, grinning wide, his golden eyes gleaming. With his other hand, he grabs up the coronet on the ground, then tosses it against a stone column, where it clanks and bounces away. The golden-eyed man climbs up onto the throne, as white-armored crusaders move in around the injured Earl, jerking him up to his feet.

Within the water of the lake a flash of green light appears, swirling into existance within the throne room. Three white-armored crusaders approach it, dragging the bloodied Earl with them. They disappear into the portal, as the golden-eyed man nods approvingly from the seat of the Northern Sentinel.

Within the water of the lake churn one last tie, and then returns to normal, reflecting the sky and the stars above.

*Almost immediately as the water of the lake churns Inquisitor Ambrus says they have concluded the investigation and making their way out of town. All of a sudden a War horn blows and a group following Major heads to the Hendorian Outpost.
Sir Thadston gives the order to his soldiers to apprehend Inquistor Ambrus and Young Disean, a Blameless soldier. From there a search accross the eastern side of Elanthia persists to apprehend the two. Inquisitor Ambrus was apprended shortly thereafter at the Glatoph Ruins, however, Disean was no where in sight. Thadston again gave the order to his soldiers to find and arrest Disean. Under the city, adventurers came across a lot of dead Rooks. Roblar found Disean, who was taken into custody and held in the Brass Tower, Second Floor. Ambrus, too, is under lock and key.