need your ears, to pull them.”
Hartz winked at her playfully.
“I see you know the scholarly Priest of the Light.” Said Haradin
“He’s our friend,” Komir replied.
“Abbot Dian told us he left for Erenal several weeks ago and that he’s had no news from him,” Kayti said. “He’s very worried.”
“I believe he was heading for the Great Library of Bintantium…” said the Mage.
“He was probably going to investigate some tangle of the damned Ilenians and their evil arts,” barked Hartz.
“We don’t know that…” said Haradin.
“Why else would he leave this place? The biggest discovery of the century, he called it. He’s in love with this place! No, if he’s gone away it’s because there are Ilenians involved and a major mess, you’ll see…”
“He has a point…” said Kayti.
“There’s nothing we can do for him right now,” Komir said. “We’d better keep to our own business and pray to the three Goddesses to look after him, wherever he may be.”
They went down under the funerary chamber to the room with the portal, and Komir used his medallion to activate it. To his surprise it was not difficult at all. The more he used the medallion, the easier it became for him. It was as if without his being aware of it, his mind were learning to use it. The outer ring lit up with the golden glow of the Ilenian magic imbuing the runes engraved inside it with power.
“It really is unbelievable…” Haradin said, looking at the portal.
“That it is! It looks like a great mirror,” Hartz said. He went up to the liquid surface inside the ring. When he touched it with his finger a ripple spread throughout the silver surface, as if it were a miniature lake.
“And now? How do we operate the portal?” Kayti asked.
“Well… that’s why I came with you, my friends. Allow this Mage to interact with the artifact, because I might just be able to do something, although there’s no guarantee. My contacts are in the East, in the Thousand Lakes, and that’s where you must go. They know where the other two Bearers are and will lead you to them.”
Haradin stretched out his arms and made a series of movements with his staff as he chanted. The golden ring shone intensely, and the runes carved on it began to move, changing position. Komir watched the Mage without understanding what he was doing as he interacted with the runes.
“Help me, Komir. I need the power of your medallion to locate the Bearers.”
“What do I have to do?” Komir asked, perplexed.
“Think about the Bearers.”
“The Masig? Um, all right, I’ll try.”
Komir closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to recall the features of the beautiful red-skinned Masig. Her face appeared in his mind, and a moment later the medallion flashed intensely.
“That’s it,” Haradin said. He went on manipulating the runes of the portal. “One more time, Komir, I almost have it.”
Komir repeated his mental exercise, and a new flash came from the medallion.
“That’s it!” cried Haradin with a broad smile. “Look!”
The three companions looked at the portal. Komir noticed three runes at the top which were still shining with a golden light.
“I don’t understand anything,” Hartz said.
Kayti came closer to examine the runes.
“The three runes Haradin has realigned mark the destination of the portal, right?”
Haradin smiled.
“It’s a little more complicated than that, but yes, we could say that’s it, Knight of the Custodian Brotherhood.”
Kayti’s eyes lingered on him for a moment. There was intrigue on her face.
“So are we ready to cross?” Hartz asked, his mouth twisting with impatience. He slung the bag of supplies over his shoulder, together with his massive Ilenian sword.
“I think it’ll work. The portal should take you to the temple or building closest to the Bearer. What I don’t know is where that is or how close it will take you to the Bearer, but I’m sure it’s a shortcut.”
“In that
Hartz winked at her playfully.
“I see you know the scholarly Priest of the Light.” Said Haradin
“He’s our friend,” Komir replied.
“Abbot Dian told us he left for Erenal several weeks ago and that he’s had no news from him,” Kayti said. “He’s very worried.”
“I believe he was heading for the Great Library of Bintantium…” said the Mage.
“He was probably going to investigate some tangle of the damned Ilenians and their evil arts,” barked Hartz.
“We don’t know that…” said Haradin.
“Why else would he leave this place? The biggest discovery of the century, he called it. He’s in love with this place! No, if he’s gone away it’s because there are Ilenians involved and a major mess, you’ll see…”
“He has a point…” said Kayti.
“There’s nothing we can do for him right now,” Komir said. “We’d better keep to our own business and pray to the three Goddesses to look after him, wherever he may be.”
They went down under the funerary chamber to the room with the portal, and Komir used his medallion to activate it. To his surprise it was not difficult at all. The more he used the medallion, the easier it became for him. It was as if without his being aware of it, his mind were learning to use it. The outer ring lit up with the golden glow of the Ilenian magic imbuing the runes engraved inside it with power.
“It really is unbelievable…” Haradin said, looking at the portal.
“That it is! It looks like a great mirror,” Hartz said. He went up to the liquid surface inside the ring. When he touched it with his finger a ripple spread throughout the silver surface, as if it were a miniature lake.
“And now? How do we operate the portal?” Kayti asked.
“Well… that’s why I came with you, my friends. Allow this Mage to interact with the artifact, because I might just be able to do something, although there’s no guarantee. My contacts are in the East, in the Thousand Lakes, and that’s where you must go. They know where the other two Bearers are and will lead you to them.”
Haradin stretched out his arms and made a series of movements with his staff as he chanted. The golden ring shone intensely, and the runes carved on it began to move, changing position. Komir watched the Mage without understanding what he was doing as he interacted with the runes.
“Help me, Komir. I need the power of your medallion to locate the Bearers.”
“What do I have to do?” Komir asked, perplexed.
“Think about the Bearers.”
“The Masig? Um, all right, I’ll try.”
Komir closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to recall the features of the beautiful red-skinned Masig. Her face appeared in his mind, and a moment later the medallion flashed intensely.
“That’s it,” Haradin said. He went on manipulating the runes of the portal. “One more time, Komir, I almost have it.”
Komir repeated his mental exercise, and a new flash came from the medallion.
“That’s it!” cried Haradin with a broad smile. “Look!”
The three companions looked at the portal. Komir noticed three runes at the top which were still shining with a golden light.
“I don’t understand anything,” Hartz said.
Kayti came closer to examine the runes.
“The three runes Haradin has realigned mark the destination of the portal, right?”
Haradin smiled.
“It’s a little more complicated than that, but yes, we could say that’s it, Knight of the Custodian Brotherhood.”
Kayti’s eyes lingered on him for a moment. There was intrigue on her face.
“So are we ready to cross?” Hartz asked, his mouth twisting with impatience. He slung the bag of supplies over his shoulder, together with his massive Ilenian sword.
“I think it’ll work. The portal should take you to the temple or building closest to the Bearer. What I don’t know is where that is or how close it will take you to the Bearer, but I’m sure it’s a shortcut.”
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