Loose ends

Ostiarium/

Former Sargent Carver, stood looking at her parcel of land and gave thanks to Hoi and Kupen that she had survived three years of service in the Gate City to see the dawn of this day. Especially with the events of the last weeks. She had been glad when the native assassin had escaped her clutches, to be fair.

Three years of back breaking labour enforcing the law in a almost lawless continent that wanted them all dead.

Her land neighboured the parcel given to Alexis Greyriver, the Slayer of Slivikhi. She grinned. Always good to be close to a celebrity. She wasn't really sure what she was going to do with the land yet. Build a small stead and maybe rent the land for farming in exchange for produce and a small tax. She had five years reprise of taxes to the city and hoped she could save as much as she could.

She thought about Alcuin and wondered if he had found his targets. He had paid her a tidy sum for information on the assassin and the huntress. If he got back she would consider going into business with him. With more people arriving from Helias every year, she could imagine a steady stream of commissions coming along to keep her pockets lined with gold.

Nora - Stood at the railing of the ship leaving Arcadia. She had secured passage aboard by starting a relationship with the Captain of the ship. She would keep him company in the long voyage back and she would return home with a pouch full of gold in the folds of her skirt. She thought of her sister and a small tear rolled down her cheek. She hoped her killer would soon be dead.

Nora decided that once she landed in Orb she would travel to Garrah and settle in the mountain kingdom, trying to put behind her the hole that the death of her twin left in her soul.

Stram - He managed to travel north once he left the Amarat Caravanserai, traveling along the edges of the desert on his way to the land he now knew to be know as Hel's Maw. Tonight he dreamt he was the last. The last follower of Slivikhi in Arcadia.

Punishment for failing that dreadful night would haunt him for a long time, although he hoped that by having sold the sacrifice into slavery and a life of misery among the clans of Fang, would earn him the patience of his deity. He promised that he would avenge his God. Starting by killing the man from Kru'll who he was sure had betrayed them.

Sir Zane - With the city all gathering at Suncross Square to witness the Acts-of-Faith ritual called by The Purger, he found himself alone in the dwindling forests surrounding Ostiarium alone this evening. The old night touched the waxing moon symbol carved into his armour and whispered a silent prayer to Ereuhin. He walked in darkness, as the waning moon hardly shone any light down on the forest floor. The Inquisition had a foothold in Arcadia now and despite all his attempts he had failed to stop the spread of their ethos and influence. He knew what the next few months would bring. And maybe before that happened he should bath his sword in the blood of The Purger. One last decisive action before his life ended.

Omen - the old woman sat looking at the flames of her large fire. The drumming of her servants building to a crescendo. It has been a long time since she had traveled this way. Of course she dare not enter the Still Valley yet but soon. She could not dare bring His attention to her. The Devourer in the Mist. He who comes in the Dark.

The flames leapt high into the night sky. The One in Exile was closer to returning than ever before. The pieces were moving steadily across the board. War, Fire, Blood and Betrayal. A child born and a child lost. A blade wielded in the dark. A secret to break worlds assunder.

Omen smiled. Another year was coming to Arcadia.