Maglynn Othronus
The trip to Jigow had been exhausting, but enlightening. Maglynn had spent two months in Port Damali, working with the Library there. She might even call those two months the most significant months of her life, but the weeks that followed were just as... thrilling wasn't the right word, but it was close. Exhilarating, maybe.
First, she was granted permission to study at the Library in Zadash, the old capital of of the Julous Dominion. When she accepted the post, she was quizzed for days on the laws and customs of the Dwendalian Empire; told which deities were approved for worship, and taught the intricacies of the tenuous relationship between the Empire and the Cobalt Soul.
Finally, when her instructor -- a dwarf by the name of Rogar Sabreheim -- pronounced her ready, she was put on board a small coastal ship and set sail for Nicodranas, where she would take stewardship of a series of books bound for the library in Zadash.
The Demandelion was a fast clipper, and was only chased by pirates once on the eight-day journey south. The captain laughed off the attempt.
"I think they meant only to show their teeth, no? We are not such a prize for them to waste time an effort on." he said.
At Nicodranas, the books were loaded into a cart for Maglynn, and in short order, she found and booked passage on a convoy headed north into the Empire. There was safety in numbers, she was told as the caravan master made his pitch, and the roads were not truly safe, no matter how much the Empire reassured its populace that they were.
The caravan was a mixed crew -- mostly human, but a fair smattering of dwarves, gnomes, and halflings -- shopowners and merchants bound for various parts of the Empire.
Zadash was rather more subdued than Port Damali. The coast city had been a bustling hive of constantly clashing cultures, races, and beliefs, held together more organically than through any other means. Zadash, the former center of the Julous Dominion felt like a conquered capital. The Empire's rule was strong, the rules were enforced, and it ran like a well-organised machine.
Maglynn had a quiet, studious life at the Library. There were many topics of interest for her to pursue, and she was encouraged to chase down any of them if they struck her interest -- and didn't touch on topics forbidden within the Empire.
All that changed after about a month. Sleeping with the window open, as had become her custom since acquiring the bracelet with its mysterious charm -- Maglynn woke to find herself not in her chambers, but instead in a luxurious palace. Light streamed in from all sides but without any discernible source. She found herself in a long open and wide corridor with archways all around. Wispy curtains hung from the arches, swaying gently in an ever-present breeze.
The breeze grew, and a voice reached Maglynn's ears.
"My little Zephyr," the voice said in a smooth baritone.
"It has been too long. I might think you were starting to avoid me." The voice was playful, but there was an element of...
something in it that carried a note of warning.
Maglynn started to speak, but the voice cut her off.
"I have need of you, my Zephyr. There comes soon a disturbance in the planes. You will find it for me."
The breeze spun into a small whirlwind, picking up sand from the tiled floor. The dust devil grew larger, and then exploded, sending sand spreading across the floor to form mountain ranges, waterways, and forests -- into the shape of Wildemount. An invisible finger traced a path from Zadash in roughly the middle of the continent to somewhere on the northeastern coastline, beyond what Maglynn recognised as the Ashkeeper Peaks.
"Here," the voice said, sweeping down from somewhere above the archways around her.
"One month from now...."
When she awoke, Maglynn found a map, saddled a horse and supplies, and set out, her bracelet weighing heavily on her arm.
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Yawgo
If you'd asked Yawgo why he chose to travel all the way to Jigow -- several months' journey from his home near Nicodranas and clear away on the opposite side of the continent, you'd probably be disappointed with the answer.
To see the horizonbacks hardly seemed like a proper justification for a trek of such magnitude, especially when tortles were almost unheard of outside the Menagerie Coast. All throughout his journey from Nicodranas into the Dwendalian Empire, Yawgo found himself the subject of much curiosity and interest. Young children were the best -- their innocent questions were simply that, curiosity without any hint of malice or condescension. The elderly were next next easiest to manage; they'd seen everything and nothing fazed them overly much. Officials often hid behind the duties of their office, but that was okay, too. Rules were easy to understand. Once you understood how they worked, you could navigate their waters well enough to avoid them when necessary.
But they all
grated on Yawgo's serenity. They reminded him too much of the things he had lost: family, community. A place to belong and where people would miss you when you were gone. The loss of his family weighed often on the tortle's mind as he traveled. In every place where he saw no others like him, it reminded him of home by its absence. Far from the cities and towns, the abundance of life around him reminded him of his parents, and their devotion to the natural order of things.
As he journeyed, Yawgo witnessed the full gamut of the circle of life -- from assisting a farmer with the birth of a calf, to watching a herd of buffalo passing in the night, to coming upon the corpse of a fox, already decomposing and being feasted upon by all manner of bugs and fungi. Life -- simply moved on, whether you were ready for it to do so or not. There was both comfort and discomfort in that thought, and Yawgo tried not to dwell on it too much.
Two months after he had left Nicodranas, Yawgo found himself approaching the Ashguard Garrison on the eastern edge of the Empire, where it bordered Xhorhas. A farmer had warned him two days prior that the garrison could be difficult to pass through. Recent troubles with the Kryn Dynasty in Xhorhas had brough forth a fresh wave of paranoia in the guards who manned the garrison, who were closely questioning anyone they thought might be a spy attempting to enter -- or to return. This proved to be only a small obstacle, as the judicious use of his shapechanging abilities allowed him to pass through as a cat, sleeping in the back of a merchant's wagon. Once on the other side of the gate, Yawgo returned to his true self, took up his staff once more, and started walking again.
The Dwendalian Empire had been a thriving, fertile land, rich with produce and animal life, both domestic and wild. Within hours of leaving the garrison, Yawgo saw the Xhorhasian Wastes for what they were: a scarred land, clinging to the last bits of life it possessed with the tips of its claws. Vegetation was tough, coarse, and defensive. What animal life he saw was either quick and small, or lean and supremely equipped for preying on other animals. Strangely, the land resonated with the druid: life
endured here. It endured with a tenacity that was emblematic of the best of life -- it simply would. not. give. up.
A week after he left the garrison and the Empire behind, Yawgo walked into the fishing town of Jigow.
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Miresen, the 21st day of Fessuran 836 PD
Weather: Clear, with a slight breeze from the southeast
Moons: Catha (Waxing Crescent), Ruidus (Full Moon Rising)
Maglynn & Yawgo
You both entered Jigow just as sunset hit. The village was a hive of activity; apparently you had arrived on a day of festival of some kind. Stalls which had been set up along the main road into town were in the process of being torn down -- or collected from piles of rubble, in one or two cases. The town started appearing early on the right side of the road, while a group of small hills rolled off to the left, a lone barn sitting atop one of the hills.
It wasn't until you took a separate look that you realised that the barn moved between glances -- and a third look revealed why. The barn was in fact not atop a hill, but built on the back of a giant tortoise. In fact, all of the "rolling hills" turned out to be giant tortoises!
An orc stood at the fence which bordered the left side of the road, looping wire around two posts to keep the gate to the pen closed. He worked swiftly, despite the lack of the middle two fingers of his right hand.
A horn sounded to the east, and most of the populace started moving in that direction, excitement evident in their chatter.
OOC: Starting this chapter two Maglynn and Yawgo, and starting the previous evening. I want to take a few posts to let yourselves get established and get a cadence running before trying to integrate with the other group.
You have the evening to do what you like and explore. You can do this separately or together (as you prefer), but there not a lot of time before you'd be looking to turn in for the evening. Accommodation would certainly be on your list, in addition to anything else you'd like to do.