[Eastern Sherian] Liberation March

[Gye'ron Val Oriden]

Daltina? That was far. Through the Khardran mountains and deep into Maeve. For what? Access through this wall? Permission to walk in? What was the likelihood of that given they couldn't even give that benign power to whatever officer was left in charge of the Legion on the eastern side of Sherian? Perhaps they had their reasons, but what did the reasons of the government matter to a free man who only wanted to affect good in the world and was being stymied in that rather simple mission? Whatever the case, he wouldn't be going to Daltina. Being stopped short of walking into the booby traps that had killed members of a previous expedition he'd been on...well that wasn't the worst thing. But there had to be options.

"Alright, thank-you lads. We'll be on our way to Daltina after resting for a while."

Gye'ron turned to the ragtag group that had assembled, though what they all wanted out of the journey he couldn't say. He had only expected Jade and Keldon and now they had an entire fellowship.

"Listen, I'm not going to fething Daltina just to be told no, which is what a lot of this idiocy feels like. I know a way through the mountains, by Yaernim pass. It'll be dangerous and it'll be hard. It'll take us out a ways north of Ire, and then we'd have to cross the Deadlands and...well I've never gotten past that bit. As far as the Vorgan mines, which is close to Taralon, but that's it. Some of you may just want to take a boat - probably easier. I don't do boats, so that's up to all of you which way you want to go."

Yes, that's right, he'd fly through the air and stab an undead cyclops in the eye or face down an army of Orcs and fight demons galore. But get on a boat? No thank you. He liked his land to not move.

Either way, it was the end of the road for the group on this particular journey and the separate tales of the group would be told in some future story - that of those who chose to sail, and that of those who chose to trudge.

OOC: Thanks for getting us started! We'll be splitting up into two separate new threads

 

[Z'kron Kha'Serith]

"Taralon? I was just going for a walk..." proffered Z'kron as Gye'ron gave his speech.

Z'kron, after all, had been wandering in and out of Sherian for a while now. He'd even caught a boat to the outskirts of Narim and saw the lighthouse. Not for any particular affection for the province (at least not that he'd admit), but more because sleeping within Sherian gave such particularly interesting dreams.

Using this as his primary metric, he couldn't think of a particularly good reason not to go to Taralon. Especially if people were offering to find a way to get around the wall and actually keep him company. You could find an awful lots of interesting things just by walking around and attaching yourself to passing adventuring parties. Co-option of motivation, the druid found, was a very practical lifestyle choice.

Nodding with the entirely unearned determination of a five-second convert, he half whispered -

"I'll take the sea route. Maybe I can build something horribly overcomplicated to get us there. Or maybe buy a boat. One of the two. Guess we'll see. Let's break the fellowship and find out."

OOC: Cheers for the thread

 

[Eyvind Redbeard]

That was it then. The Legionnaires would not willingly let them go and their leadership was too far removed to be of any timely use. The issue remained though - Eyvind had come for answers and for his daughter and one way or the other he had to find both. He had not rescued and adopted Rainn from a beggar's life in the streets of Nexus Prime to throw her into a meat grinder in Taralon. Time might have passed, but if someone could have survived down there regardless of odds was his daughter. She had shown a tenacity far beyond her years during the Ratta Rebellion, making it through the sewers and even rescuing her handmaid at the age of six. That had been...twelve years back or more. She would be a woman grown now. He had to find her.

Turning his horse he approached Gye'ron and extended his arm. "I wish you well, we will meet again. Pro Imperio Nostro." The old Sherian provincial motto in the founding language of the Empire - For Our Government, although interpretations could range from that to For Our Empire and mean We Live to Serve the Empire. They would meet again, sooner than either expected

With a face denoting appreciation the Vagaran nodded at Z'kron. "Let us go then." It had been ages since he had sailed anything, other than the waves of the storm that had carried him out of Terramarique, but he was thrilled. All Vagarans carried a permanent longing for the salty expanses, earning for a continual return. To Jade he spared just the tiniest of looks, but many thoughts. Who was this woman whose eyes bore so much rage and pierced him so intently? As he spurred his horse forward he messed Oliver's hair with joy. The lad was brave, foolish too, but possessed the kind of courage Eyvind had seen in so many of those who once had followed him in battle against the Orcs. Maybe he was just a boy born a generation too late and was only now marching south to Sherian to meet the ghosts that should have been his companions. Time would tell and maybe in the future he would learn the boy's name.

With that he trodded his horse northeast along the road at a leisured pace on his way for another chapter of his voyage of rediscovery.​

 

[Oliver la Penne]

Oliver, who had not been paying attention at all, nodded along while trying to look thoughtful.

When the group split up, however, he opted to join the Soldier who was armed to the teeth plus the supermodel with the white hair.