Should the Heavens Part.

The 57th of Febre 2462

We arrived to their village, the sun had already been sleeping several hours. For the first time in my life I saw an Anshari child, similar in stature to a human child but with facial features betraying a quick maturation.

We were taken to the dwelling built on the branches of the forest canopy where in normal times the village’s chieftain Oksawil gathered the village elders.. The Anshari leader lay grievous on a bed of spruce branches, his skin had changed from the typical golden of the Anshari to a bluish gray and his veins rose up above the surface of the skin as though ready to snap. His body jerked occasionally, in what seemed to be painful convulsions. He did not scream, he did not make a sound. Since being returned to the village Oksawil had not said a word. The Anshari herbalist had been administering the nectar of rhubarb, evonis leaf and pine. Ingested, this syrup is said weaken the intruder by poisoning it until the weak enough to be suppressed by the victim’s immune system. This unfortunately also has the effect of poisoning the host and weakening his ability to ward off the effects of the intruder. In essence the Anshari’s technique for warding off this disease has further weakened their already near death chieftain.

I enquired about the chieftain’s condition and Bardus was able to interpret their story:

“We were scouting past the southern border of our domain. A tribe, the Ma’ta!, they are our enemy since a decade when they betrayed us and captured our Raiyaki, future leader of our people, in a hunting trap. We were to ambush their village that night and take hostage their rulers eldest daughter but when we arrived to the village we found it empty, abandoned about a week prior we estimate. We searched through their homes but found nobody. That is when we heard the screams of our outer patrol. We gathered in the centre of our enemies village. By now the sun had fallen and although we could still see a great deal of detail was lost to our eyes. Before we were able to properly gather we were set upon by the dheimuesar “blood leechers”. They came at us with fury from beyond the grave. Our attackers still wore the clothing of our enemy the Ma’tal! and In that moment we understood what had happened to the village. They had met an unfortunate and gruesome fate, drained of their blood and tainted by the tiny worm that transfers itself through the sanguine flow. During this fateful combat our chieftain was taken from behind and though he pinned down and staked his attacker he was assaulted no later by two more and bitten deep in the neck. It was too long before our brothers were able to fend off the dheimuesar. By then our chieftain had been tainted and lay unconscious, we retreated, dragging our leader back to the village”.

The 56th of Febre 2462

We found our way to a Creek running eastward and by late morning we were following it , confident that it would lead us to the Crystal Sea. Not long after we were set upon once again by the Anshari. My companions would not be made to walk blindfolded for two days again and they instead drew their weapons ready to fight. The Anshari approached surprisingly without weapons. Their Princess La’litIm came before asking that we lend the aid of the one we called Doctor Saorn. It seems that their chieftain has fallen ill beyond the healing power of their herbalists or shaman and they came to seek the aid of our medicine. In exchange they offered to guide us across beyond the borders of their land, give us supplies and indicate to us a source of the terribly valuable mineral Orin that so many seek. Their offer could not be declined and because they did not attack us during our last encounter I have a certain degree of faith in these people. Also Doctor Saorn desires to learn more of these peoples natural medicines. It was decided and we set off for their village with the condition that our eyes be kept uncovered, the whole time struggling to keep pace with the quick strides of the Ansahri.

The 55th of Febre 2462

The Ansahri are a strange people, humanoid in form one could almost say that they are of our kindred, yet something in their way betrays a wilder heritage. Barus tells me that each of their fingers is crowned with a razor like claw that is equally effective as sharpened steel. This gives the Anshari a natural advantage over our human soldiers. Furthermore the Anshari is lean and athletic even in age with lightning fast reflexes, one would say hey have a feline grace about them. We were led through the day until nearing the early evening we came came to a clearing where our blind folds were removed and our limbs unbound. Bartus was told that our weapons would be found at 200 metres from this spot in a bundle tied. Our captors left silently and unseen. We found our equipment and set up camp as the night would soon be upon us.

Febre 53rd 2462

Yesterday in the early morning we were set upon by a band of Anshari. They move through the trees more silently than the wind. Had we been less relaxed in our behaviour we could have resisted but we were overtaken and stripped of our weapons. Barus one of the mercenary guards in my expedition was trained to communicate in the Anshari tongue as part of his training back in his days as a regular in the the War of the Homeland Safeguard. He was able to interpret for us that we had encroached on their tribe’s domain and that our presence would not be tolerated. Because we were caught unsuspecting and had not raise an arm in defence Barus has been able to convince them of our innocent intentions. We were blindfold and guided across their territory, our hands were kept bound as we slept that night. They certainly feared us escaping and taking them in the night.

The 52nd of Febre 2462

We left Pampal this morning perhaps overstaying our welcome. Though our arrival had been fine it did not aid our cause that Leorne our cook and carpenter (perhaps more carpenter than cook) got himself into a dispute over the representation of the Celestial Lords. Standard doctrine has it that the Divinities be sculpted of stone to act as channels for the prayers of the faithful. When Leorne discovered that the Pampalites adhere to a doctrine of iconoclasm he grew insulted by the notion that he be considered an idol worshipper. We should not have brought with us such a devout evangelist even if there is none more skilled in the working of wood. It is only because we dragged him from the social hall that a fight was avoided. We left Pampal with haste, no friends were made this day.

Febre 48th 2462

We are staying the night in the village of Pampal, I estimate the population to be about 600, but no more. This place truly is reclused. The people here seem to hold some unorthodox religious views, this is perhaps the reason for their seclusion. Do they seek shelter from the devotees of the Celestial Lords? If so this village seems the ideal location. The people welcomed us into their homes and shared what they could, a spot near the fire and rose hip soup.

Febre 42nd

We left New Colonea on the 42nd of Febre Year 2462. With me I had 10 equally courageous followers seven men and three women, on who I would rely if I were to successfully complete my travels. As we passed through the stone gates of the city and past the cornfields of the surrounding countryside everyone in the expedition could feel that we had set off for great things.

Febre 47th 2462

We’ve come to the end of the road, From here on in we’ll have to clear our own way as the wilderness has overtaken any semblance of what used to be a trail. They say that to get to the Crystal Sea, travellers must go by the river route of the Siaridolur. We’ve chosen to avoid this means as to take it would be to pay a tariff yo the Majirah who run the southern city of Dholaran.

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