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Today\u2019s snippet, titled \u201cTeleportation, pt. 3\u201d, is a piece I wrote about my PC in Mark’s Pathfinder Campaign.
\n Yes, another multi-part chapter. Chapter Forty was a beast – totaling about four thousand words, which may not seem like that much. Still, when you think that an average novel has about a hundred thousand, that’s 1\/25th of a novel. Which maybe doesn’t seem like much either<\/i> but really, it is. I swear, really.
\n Be forewarned, there may be mature themes and naughty language below.
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\n \tShe did it again the next day.
\n \tThis time, they aimed for the young woman\u2019s sitting room and arrived without incident. The house was empty and no one marked their appearance in the streets.
\n Sadie inquired about a new cloak for Mira, who had lost hers in the pit below Drezen, but could not find a suitable replacement. Rhiallis spent a considerable amount of coin on an enchanted belt. She had always hoped to have the lovely embroidered one she had bought in Kenebres magically altered, but the power radiating from this one was too strong to pass by.
\nAlso too good to pass by, Celeste purchased a strange magical box. When opened, it unfolded into a good-sized boat in the space of a heartbeat. Rhiallis had to admit it would have come in quite handy yesterday, though she had trouble imagining what good it would do them in the middle of the Worldwound.
\n New Stetven was a wonder of wooden boardwalks perched over muddy streets and they managed to unload a large percentage of goods there. The reddish keep in the center of the city beckoned and Rhiallis would have loved to spent some hours walking the public gardens, visiting the local shrines, and perhaps even taking in a show at one of the many famous bawdy houses. Unfortunately, they had already been gone two nights and there was no time to dally.
\n \tAfter passing a talented silversmith\u2019s stall, they decided that once they returned to Drezen they would commission a local crafter to create a sigil and cloakpins for them. The seven of them were a guild of sorts and some unifying device would make them more visible in the city.
\n That evening, they gathered around a table indulging in a few too many cups of a local favorite brew – Mistwater. The creamy-looking liquor\u2019s recipe was a well-guarded secret. She was certain it was probably a list of things utterly unpalatable – fermented dog\u2019s milk and fish juice or something – but it went down smooth and tasted vaguely of raspberries.
\n \t\u201cWe oughta have a name.\u201d
\n \tCeleste poked her finger into the table. \u201cRight. People don\u2019t really know what to call us. We could be like, the Liberators of Drezen.\u201d
\n \t\u201cWell, we are that,\u201d Aimsley said, twisting the empty cup between her palms. \u201cBut maybe something else. More specific to us.\u201d
\n \t\u201cThe Liberation Division. Or no, maybe like\u2026\u201d Sadie hiccuped. \u201cThe Fearless Coral Cats by the Hands of the Gods.\u201d
\n \tThey all laughed.
\n \t\u201cOr the Mighty Nighty Maddogs from Outside Reality.\u201d
\n \t\u201cSnowballs of Piety.\u201d
\n \tRhiallis crinkled her nose, giggling. \u201cWhat about, uh – the Stout Banshees?\u201d
\n \t\u201cBanshees are evil, Rhi,\u201d Celeste waved a hand, her eyes starting to grow that glassy look of a woman in her cups. \u201cGotta be a serious name.\u201d
\n \tSadie took another drink. \u201cThe Noble… stone apes.\u201d
\n \t\u201cMore like stoned!\u201d Aimsley cried, then clapped her hands over her mouth.
\n \t\u201cNo no no,\u201d Celeste said, straightening up. She pushed the cup away and smoothed her hair back, composing herself. \u201cLet us take this seriously.\u201d
\n \t\u201cRight, yes.\u201d Rhiallis dunked her fingertips into a cup of water nearby and daubed it upon her face. She had consumed more than the others and was feeling rather flushed. \u201cWhat about. The seven silver flames of Kenebres?\u201d
\n \t\u201cThat\u2019s nice. But, we aren\u2019t really of Kenebres anymore, are we?\u201d
\n \t\u201cTrue.\u201d
\n \tThe hin leaned back in her chair, a pensive look upon her face. \u201cWhat about The Golden Order? Or the Golden Order of Drezen?\u201d
\n \tSilence descended on the table as they mulled it over for a moment. Celeste spoke at last. \u201cThe Pious Order of the Golden Sword?\u201d
\n \tRhiallis glanced down at Radiance. \u201cAlthough some of us are quite pious, I imagine they would not all appreciate that name. Mira, in particular, seems to butt heads with our holy orders. I should not want to alienate the others.\u201d
\n \t\u201cNo, you\u2019re right. What about\u2026 Hmm.\u201d
\n \tWith a sigh, Aimsley lifted her empty cup again. \u201cI like the Golden Order, but I feel like – even if we tack on \u2018of Drezen\u2019 – that it is a little too\u2026 common. Vague. We need something solid and strong sounding.\u201d
\n \t\u201cI\u2019ve got it.\u201d
\n \tThey looked to Celeste, who smiled. \u201cNot pious, you\u2019re right. That doesn\u2019t suit all of us. But you now what does? Valorous. We should be The Valorous Order of the Golden Sword.\u201d
\n \tAgain, they fell quiet, thinking.
\n \tAfter a moment, Aimsley nodded. \u201cI like it.\u201d
\n \t\u201cWe are, totally valorous.\u201d
\n \t\u201cAnd we have Radiance.\u201d Rhiallis patted her scabbard. \u201cThe Golden Sword. It has been with us, almost since the very beginning.\u201d
\n \t\u201cSo that\u2019s it then. The Valorous Order of the Golden Sword?\u201d
\n \t\u201cWe\u2019ll have to discuss it with Mira, Korael, and Niro – but I think it is a great name,\u201d Celeste said, clapping her hands. \u201cA suitable, honorable name.\u201d
\n \t\u201cMaybe we should all carry gilded blades.\u201d
\n \tSadie shrugged. \u201cI don\u2019t know if I\u2019d wanna be so flashy. It\u2019d be harder to hide. But I do like the name.\u201d
\n \t\u201cWhere are we going in the morning? We should decide so that we can try to find someone to scry.\u201d
\n \t\u201cRyvandale,\u201d Sadie said emphatically. \u201cOne of the merchants I spoke to today recommended it. She said it wasn\u2019t too far south and they\u2019ve been recruiting the finest artisans in the region. If we want to sell our quality goods and find some great stuff – that\u2019s where we should go. The capital of Phoenixa.\u201d
\n \tAimsley nodded. \u201cAll right. Did she give you any details I can use to scry on someone there?\u201d
\n \tIt was all decided in a matter of minutes. Rhiallis threw back two more cupfuls of Mistwater and poured herself into her bed. The last thing she thought, as she drifted off to sleep, was how glad she was that paladins did not suffer hangovers.<\/p>\n
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\nNote: Image is “King Jagiello Statue Central” by (Mulligand) from SXC.hu; edited by me<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Today\u2019s snippet, titled \u201cTeleportation, pt. 3\u201d, is a piece I wrote about my PC in Mark’s Pathfinder Campaign. Yes, another multi-part chapter. Chapter Forty was a beast – totaling about four thousand words, which may not seem like that much. Still, when you think that an average novel has… <\/p>\n