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the wolf waited patiently outside the shield. When Kalla dropped it, the creature moved off, heading into the forest. The mage followed without pause, leaving Aleister scrambling to catch up.
“Milady, would you have really killed me?” Aleister asked in a soft lilting voice fraught with uncertainty. Kalla shifted slightly in her saddle.
“Maybe, maybe not. I
did
warn you.” She did not speak for a long moment. “That is one reason why I never wanted to take a magister. I can protect myself. It's also earned me a nickname- Wolf that Sleeps. A lone frost wolf reacts the same way if disturbed while asleep,” she said. He gave a shaky laugh.
“Wolf that Sleeps, indeed.”
“I am sorry, Aleister. Kill you I might have, but I would have regretted it when I came to my senses. I like having you around.” Kalla turned her focus to the sabre wolf loping along ahead of them. A moment later, Aleister tensed when he realized that they were surrounded by sabre wolves. All around them, blades glowed with eldritch light.
“Where are they taking us?” the magister asked.
“To Gasta. Any of the Forest's creatures can serve as his Voice when he wants. So long as they are under the Keeper's control, we will not be harmed,” she replied. His thoughts said he didn't believe her, but before he could give voice to his concerns they broke through the trees, into an open glen. An odd tumble of boulders was the only thing within. The wolves stopped just outside the clearing, keeping to the woods. Kalla rode forth, giving Aleister no choice but to follow. He kept looking at the boulders.
“Those look like an animal… a big, slinky animal.” As if in response to his words, the ground rumbled and the 'boulders' shifted and melted away, to reveal the presence of a very real Gasta. The Keeper was huge and when he rose to his feet, he towered over the two humans. Fine white fur covered a muscular body. Tufted ears twitched as the slender head dipped down. Warm amber eyes full of wisdom regarded them with a slightly amused expression.
Grove of Gasta, Deep Forest, Argoth, Year of the Golden Hart, 2013 CE
What do you seek in my Forest, little Wolf? It has been a long time since you were last here.
Gasta said.
Kalla dismounted, kneeling before the great creature. Aleister followed suit.
“We seek answers, Great One and I knew that if any could help, it would be you,” the mage said respectively. A dry chuckle filled their minds.
What answers would you have of me?
Gasta's voice was a soft rumble in their minds. Kalla settled down before the Keeper.
“I believe the Nagali is waking, Great One,” Kalla replied.
What makes you think this?
“Skycities and ground cities all over De Sikkari have been attacked by creatures enslaved for that purpose. Even Argoth was attacked, though the Empire's ships kept the attackers at bay. The creatures had been impaled with poison spikes.” Kalla gestured to Aleister, where he had pulled a slim package from his pack. He carefully unwrapped the many layers protecting the spike that they had taken from Amaterasu. Gasta brought his head closer to the spike, sniffing it. Reaching out with a claw, he gingerly rolled it around.
This is
kepfal,
a very dangerous drug that requires extensive knowledge to cultivate. I had thought the knowledge of its manufacture long since lost. I will take this. It should be destroyed.
Kalla nodded and Aleister carefully rolled the spike back up and placed it before the Keeper.
“That is not all, Great One. The day after Cove Rock attacked Sevfahl, Amaterasu and I did a fire scrying.” She went on to describe all that she and the wyvern had seen. The Keeper rumbled unhappily, tail twitching like an angry cat.
This is not good news. The seal should not have broken. You will have to recreate the binding, if you be up to the task. The Quill you need first. It can be found in the vaults of Araun, Lord of Xibalba.
Gasta said.
Kalla frowned. “How do we reach Xibalba,
“Milady, would you have really killed me?” Aleister asked in a soft lilting voice fraught with uncertainty. Kalla shifted slightly in her saddle.
“Maybe, maybe not. I
did
warn you.” She did not speak for a long moment. “That is one reason why I never wanted to take a magister. I can protect myself. It's also earned me a nickname- Wolf that Sleeps. A lone frost wolf reacts the same way if disturbed while asleep,” she said. He gave a shaky laugh.
“Wolf that Sleeps, indeed.”
“I am sorry, Aleister. Kill you I might have, but I would have regretted it when I came to my senses. I like having you around.” Kalla turned her focus to the sabre wolf loping along ahead of them. A moment later, Aleister tensed when he realized that they were surrounded by sabre wolves. All around them, blades glowed with eldritch light.
“Where are they taking us?” the magister asked.
“To Gasta. Any of the Forest's creatures can serve as his Voice when he wants. So long as they are under the Keeper's control, we will not be harmed,” she replied. His thoughts said he didn't believe her, but before he could give voice to his concerns they broke through the trees, into an open glen. An odd tumble of boulders was the only thing within. The wolves stopped just outside the clearing, keeping to the woods. Kalla rode forth, giving Aleister no choice but to follow. He kept looking at the boulders.
“Those look like an animal… a big, slinky animal.” As if in response to his words, the ground rumbled and the 'boulders' shifted and melted away, to reveal the presence of a very real Gasta. The Keeper was huge and when he rose to his feet, he towered over the two humans. Fine white fur covered a muscular body. Tufted ears twitched as the slender head dipped down. Warm amber eyes full of wisdom regarded them with a slightly amused expression.
Grove of Gasta, Deep Forest, Argoth, Year of the Golden Hart, 2013 CE
What do you seek in my Forest, little Wolf? It has been a long time since you were last here.
Gasta said.
Kalla dismounted, kneeling before the great creature. Aleister followed suit.
“We seek answers, Great One and I knew that if any could help, it would be you,” the mage said respectively. A dry chuckle filled their minds.
What answers would you have of me?
Gasta's voice was a soft rumble in their minds. Kalla settled down before the Keeper.
“I believe the Nagali is waking, Great One,” Kalla replied.
What makes you think this?
“Skycities and ground cities all over De Sikkari have been attacked by creatures enslaved for that purpose. Even Argoth was attacked, though the Empire's ships kept the attackers at bay. The creatures had been impaled with poison spikes.” Kalla gestured to Aleister, where he had pulled a slim package from his pack. He carefully unwrapped the many layers protecting the spike that they had taken from Amaterasu. Gasta brought his head closer to the spike, sniffing it. Reaching out with a claw, he gingerly rolled it around.
This is
kepfal,
a very dangerous drug that requires extensive knowledge to cultivate. I had thought the knowledge of its manufacture long since lost. I will take this. It should be destroyed.
Kalla nodded and Aleister carefully rolled the spike back up and placed it before the Keeper.
“That is not all, Great One. The day after Cove Rock attacked Sevfahl, Amaterasu and I did a fire scrying.” She went on to describe all that she and the wyvern had seen. The Keeper rumbled unhappily, tail twitching like an angry cat.
This is not good news. The seal should not have broken. You will have to recreate the binding, if you be up to the task. The Quill you need first. It can be found in the vaults of Araun, Lord of Xibalba.
Gasta said.
Kalla frowned. “How do we reach Xibalba,
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