Fable: Tales of a Far-East by Knead-Boric, Chapter 2: Preparations
"The emergence of this city so obscure, even we cannot recall. All that we know is of its founder, the Third Archon. Some say that he created the city in a mad, infantile folly. A chaotic city in which the power of the Will runs rampant, with no limits, a plaything of his. But alas, despite its eccentric purposes, Highhelm has remained calm of the Will for eons." -the Snowspire Oracle.
"You've received a new Quest Card!" the Hero's Guild Seal echoed whilst he was staring down at the Guildmaster right in front of him.
"Escort the Traders from Barrow Field to Highhelm." Weaver commanded, shaking his head like the old dolt he was. The Hero turned and advanced to the map table, and took one of the many Quest Cards the merchants left.
"Hero, I do hope you know that where you are going to, I cannot guide you." the Guildmaster informed, "you are going to a land in which no Hero has gone to since the Old Kingdom. There are no active Cullis Gates that we know of, we cannot assist you if you are in need. So please, be careful."
The Hero had done some research at the library after his encounter with the traders beforehand. From what he's read, Highhelm was once a great magical city founded by the Archon, or at least one of the Archons. It was rumored to have been created with the sheer power of Will, and as such was home to many mages and wizards since its beginnings. According to the Oracle however, the use of the Will in the city has waned for some time now, much like in the rest of Albion. Several book sources noted that Highhelm was one of the three mythical Cities of the Far-East, a trio of sovereign city-states founded by the Archons of old that lays in-between Albion and the Eastern Kingdom, still prosperous, even after the Old Kingdom's fall. Several other sources however, argued that such cities were highly fictive, including Highhelm. Nonetheless Highhelm remained in the minds of men long after it fell into obscurity. Some even purport that it may still even exist to this day.
And now, two Traders claiming to have been to this city were now in Barrow Field, awaiting for a Hero of the Guild to escort them back there. An adventure no Hero can pass up, surely. And so, our Hero prepared himself; sporting his old grey Platemail Armour; sheathing Avo's Tear on his back; and stocking up on as much Health Potions as he can buy. There was only one thing he had to do now before his departure, spending one last night with his wife.
The following morning after her passionate night with her husband, Lady Grey took her love's goodbye fairly well. In fact, she didn't even seemed bothered with it in the least. But that was expected of our Hero's fair lady. She was mayor of Bowerstone after all, and couldn't be bothered with her Hero's Guild affairs. And so, after leaving her Manor, Lady Grey bade her husband a final farewell, before aimlessly wandering around Bowerstone North, milling about her business.
To be continued...
Author's note: I have been debating on whether or not I should cancel this story and either start anew, or just make a whole new one altogether. Peu importe, I hope you enjoyed, and feel free to leave any comments or criticisms.
