DORULL SAGA - SWAMP OF DEATH
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Small procession slowly moved over
the cobblestone road connecting Issurk and Vallsynk. Heavily armed soldiers
escorted high councilor Eilonna Falkner, accompanied by commander of the fort,
Yelamir Kaladan. They were riding at the front. Silent, pensive at her own
mind, Eilonna hasn't said anything since they’ve left Issurk. Paladin was well
right with that, he too had much to contemplate.
Councilor Falkner’s ceremonious,
black gown, was decorated in a beautiful elven, gold pattern, weaved around the
waistline. Long, silk scarves fluttered, waved and swayed on the light breeze,
coming from the lake. With her head down, looking at the ground in front, she
was far away in her thoughts, trying to find just one reasonable explanation.
Trying to find something that will make sense. That will calm her down.
Just recently, and all of the
sudden, she found out there are people who knew about her ancestry. About her
parents. She learned about the people who knew about the secrets of her life.
The secrets, well hidden even from her. But for what reason? From whom were
Saekul and Zaanven protecting her? She thought she was safe here, in the far
north. Was she wrong? Perhaps vard knew something more, when he decided to
intervene and change their agreement.
From what she was told, every
member of her family had either been incarcerated or killed. She did not know
all of the details, but they were accused and branded as traitors. They became
renegades from elven ways and customs. Eilonna was left alone, here in Issurk,
under the protection of lord Olveen Zaanan, who soon enough assumed the role of
her grandfather. And he did keep her safe, promising no one was to find her, or
hurt her. But now, everything seems to be coming back. Did someone find out who
she actually was?
Again, she immediately thought of
Vlaazh. Vard was helping her in so many, different ways. Perhaps, he could also
help her with this. She almost forgot, she was introduced with this crafty
helper by the lord Zaanan himself. And vard certainly helped her a lot. He
helped her climb up to the position of power, once Olveen had passed. Eilonna
had so many questions. She was getting angry, knowing those answers would be
difficult to obtain. She could always try and demand for it straight from
Vlaazh, but she was a bit afraid of him.
Vards were always helping her, but
their enigmatic, secretive ways and the manner in which they conducted their
business, scared her for some time now. Their isolation from the rest of the
world was quite strange to say the least. But Eilonna respected their wishes to
stay that way. It seemed, in all of their secrecy, Vlaazh kept the secret of
her ancestry as well. But why, and to what purpose, councilor Falkner was yet
to find out.
Official invitation to the last
farewell of the deceased Vallsynk councilors, was a perfect opportunity for
Eilonna to meet with Saekul. She was yearning for answers, and the commander of
Vallsynk armies certainly had some. If nothing else, the elf owed her that
much.
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