The camp of the heroes had taken a significant improvement. On their way out of the Temple of the Oracle, Proteus spoke with them. He and the surviving acolytes had been hard at work clearing away the fallen but wished to thank the group for saving them and Versi. They offered what they could: rations, alcohol, and tents. Proteus revealed that although he had his doubts as to if they could stop the Twin Titans, he wanted to at least support them however he could, and had these supplies secured before their arrival.
Camp was made away from the cooling river and back toward the forest. There weren't enough tents for everyone but enough to share with each other. Duris was happy to see that the groups were intermingling with some even agreeing to share a tent. It certainly helped that they had plenty of food and drink to go around to celebrate. Over the course of days, they had stopped a boar from ravaging the Heartlands and saved the famed Oracle. There were plenty of reasons to celebrate.
Yet, at the same time, there was business that Duris needed to attend to before he could join the party. He stood within the larger tent, one made for a commander, and looked over a map of Thylea that Kyrah held out for him to view, as she carried it within her scroll case. He wasn't the only one interested in planning and was joined by Korax, Ranri, and Thella. He knew that it was important to decide where the group would head off to next. Each step they took in their journey would have to bring them one step closer to the final battle to save Thylea.
"We need to decide on where our next stop is," Duris said, looking over the map. "We have our tasks to complete before we can face the Twin Titans."
"We also have to consider the Oracle's tasks for us as individuals," Korax nodded, then pressed his finger to a spot on the map. "She was vague for a lot of us but not Phoebe. Estoria is where Pythor rules as king. We can make it there in a couple of days."
"And while you're there, you'll be able to drink from the dragonhorn," Kyrah added.
"How do ye know that?" Ranri asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I thought it was clear to me that the Oracle was referring to the Horn of Balmytria," Kyrah answered.
"Balmytria," Duris rubbed his chin in thought. "Where have I heard that name before?"
"She was the bonded dragon of Xander Huorath, the first leader of the Dragonlords," Kyrah told. "She lost her horn in battle against the gygans before all of the dragons disappeared. Yet, the horn was recovered, and I, along with the other gods, blessed it, before the priests of Mytros brought it to Estoria."
"That could be what we're looking for," Thella nodded. "What are your thoughts on the other two tasks we have?"
"I'm glad you've asked for a poet's perspective," Kyrah smiled. "The lost forge is no doubt my father's forge, which is capable of building powerful weapons. You'll need such weapons to face Sydon and Lutheria but it will take a skilled smith to forge them."
"I remember th' story o' th' Mithral Forge," Ranri chuckled. "We dwarves aided Volkan in th' forges long ago. I'm sure we'll be able te find records as te where th' forge is in Estoria."
"And of the final task?" Korax asked.
Kyrah pointed to a spot on the map southwest of Estoria. "Telamok is a necropolis built to house the fallen Dragonlords. It is there that their weapons and armor remain for you to take."
"It doesn't sit right with me, taking from my fallen companions," Duris shook his head slowly.
"I imagine so, and there are certainly traps and curses in place to stop graverobbers, who have to get past the guardian in the first place. Yet, surely, the Oracle wouldn't give you this task if there wasn't a way."
"I see," Duris closed his eyes in contemplation.
"What of the guardian?" Thella questioned. "Should we worry about it?"
"The guardian, Damon, must be paid with a burnished dragonlord coin for safe passage," Kyrah explained. "Luckily, there is one of us who has such a coin."
"And someone who's been told to deliver the coin," Korax said with a small grin. "That's settled then."
"Either way, it does sound like Estoria's your first stop," Kyrah said and rolled up the map.
To drink from the Horn of Balmytria, to claim the weapons of the fallen Dragonlords resting in Telamok, and to relight the Mithral Forge. These were the labors the adventurers would have to complete if they were to prove themselves as the chosen heroes. Duris wasn't sure how it would be to complete these tasks but he had faith in his companions that they would find a way. At the very least, they had their first stop in mind: Estoria, the city ruled by the God of Battle. It would be interesting to see not only another god but how the settlements have thrived even with the Dragonlord's absence. Yet, he had a feeling that there were still some problems that needed to be addressed throughout their journey.
"Phoebe won't like te hear that," Ranri commented. "How are we goin' te break th' news te her?"
Duris was quick to notice when everyone looked at him. "I'm going to tell her?"
"You're going to have to tell everyone," Korax answered with a shrug.
"It is yer duty as leader," Ranri nodded in agreement.
"Me, the leader?" Duris gasped. "I don't think we've discussed this with the rest of the group."
"If I may be blunt, that would just take too much time," Korax said and crossed his arms. "The others look up to you. They'll follow your lead as long as you stand up for yourself."
Duris shook his head. "I left the Dragonlords to die five hundred years ago. I'm not fit to lead."
"Oh, that was five hundred years ago," Kyrah waved her hand dismissively. "No one is holding that against you except for yourself."
Unable to argue against that point, Duris turned to Korax. "The others in your group look up to you. You command respect and know strategy. More importantly, you know more about Thylea today than I do. You should be the one leading us against the Twin Titans, not me."
Korax tapped his chin in thought, then shook his head. "I won't lie to you when I say I would like to lead but that isn't possible. Argades and Phoebe wouldn't accept that. If I were to take command of our group, they would resist, and it would lead to conflict. We cannot afford to fight each other when there are more important battles to attend to. No one has any serious problem with you."
"If I may, I think you would make for an excellent leader," Thella told Duris. "I wouldn't have found the courage to listen to Versi if you didn't offer yourself first. If you can lead by that example, I will still follow you."
"There has to be another option," Duris turned to Ranri. "How about you? You're of the same rank as Korax, aren't you? You're trying to reform the Dragonlords. What better way to get attention for your cause than to be the one to lead the war."
"I'm a lokhagos, yer a Dragonlord," Ranri said, a hint of awe present in his voice. "Give th' command an' I will follow it te th' letter."
"This isn't actually happening," Duris placed a hand to his head, thinking of other options. "What of Iraster? He leads his own group and hasn't made any enemies."
"I like Iraster but I don't think he should lead," Thella said. "He's smart but I don't think he's a commander."
"You can turn to him for advice just as you can turn to me for advice," Korax offered. "I think anyone in our group will be willing to give you ideas on what to do but it has to be you to make that final decision."
"I shouldn't lead," Duris sighed, looking down at the ground.
"How about ye think it over some more," Ranri suggested. "We'll leave ye te yerself an' join th' others. It's been a long day, especially fer ye."
"And if you want to take a break from thinking, join us," Thella said with a smile. "You really need to relax. We've saved the Heartlands and the Oracle. That's more than enough reason to celebrate."
Duris remained silent, not watching Korax, Ranri, and Thella step out of the tent to join the others in the celebration. He wanted to fight to save Thylea and finished the fight he started long ago. Yet, he didn't see himself as the leader. There was too much he had going on for him to have that responsibility. There were others who were better candidates to lead yet they wanted him to lead. In his mind, there were many reasons as to why he shouldn't lead. He hoped that there was a way that he could explain this to the others and come up with a new candidate to lead.
Duris, taking note of Kyrah remaining, turns to look at her. "What's your take on all of this?"
"I'm glad you asked," Kyrah said with a smile. "If we're being honest, you are the best choice to lead. The only problem I see right now is the doubt you have for yourself. Otherwise, you get along with everyone well enough and are dedicated to the journey ahead of everyone."
"Is that all it takes to be a good leader?" Duris shook his head, his voice showing his doubt.
"It's the kind of leader this group needs," Kyrah pulled out a scroll from her pack. "I've been taking notes about how everyone gets along. There's quite a bit that needs to be addressed during these upcoming trials or else you won't stand a chance against Sydon and Lutheria."
"I am aware of the conflict that Argades and Phoebe have with Korax. I'm not sure how to address that."
"It's not going to get any better, I'm afraid," Kyrah took a glance at the scroll. "I saw the way Phoebe looked at Argades after Versi revealed that he was related to Sydon. They'll turn on each other soon unless something is done."
"Just great," Duris sighed. "Why do I have the feeling that's not all?"
"Because it isn't. Valros shows disregard to the traditions of Thylea and doesn't want to save the world like everyone else. Iraster and his group get along with each other well but do not have any bonds with the rest of the group, which could be a problem down the line. Cyrene has yet to accept her destiny while Mantes is a wild card. And this doesn't even begin to consider the problems to come."
"We haven't fallen apart yet," Duris said with a shrug. "I imagine we'll be able to handle whatever comes our way with the trials."
"It's not the trials that you should be concerned with but the fame that comes with it," Kyrah replied with a smirk.
"Fame?" Duris blinked in confusion.
"Did you think that the people of the Heartlands wouldn't notice the death of the boar that plagued their lives for far too long?" Kyrah pointed out. "They have and they'll likely find out it was you and your group, especially when you continue your travels. It is through fame that your names will be remembered long after your journey has come to an end, yet fame is also strong enough to tear apart your group."
"Jealousy," Duris nodded. "If one hero overshadows everyone else, that'll turn the group on each other."
"That's right. You catch on quickly."
"How can I even address that?" Duris asked. "How can I change the perception of what everyone thinks? There's nothing I can do if the people of Thylea decide to look up to one hero over the other."
"But there is," Kyrah pulled out a blank scroll from her pack. "You'll just need to convince the others to swear an oath…"
Although the sun was setting, the heroes wouldn't sleep anytime soon tonight. Semestra built and tended several pyres meant to provide light around the camp which was her contribution to the celebration. Tellek led the way in cooking the food that was given to them by the temple attendants, not finding it in himself to join in the drinking or the dancing. Ferrous joined the centaur, sitting silently by the fire. Zyfon, lute in hand, played a song and sang in Sylvan, encouraging the others with him to join in on the dancing. Argades sat by Semestra, clapping along to Zyfon's lute. Although Iraster read a book to the side, he hummed along with the tune as well.
Halius certainly didn't have a clue as to what Zyfon was singing about but the performance certainly was good for dancing. He didn't have a clue as to how to dance either but he felt that he wasn't alone with that. He, Mantes, and Leira just tried their best to move along to the music. Their arms and legs were not moving in any pattern but they all laughed along as they had fun. They've had a fair share of alcohol by now, not enough to be drunk but enough to loosen up and enjoy the celebration. Valros and Phoebe were by the kegs, clinging their filled mugs against each other before chugging them down.
Although Halius knew that Korax went off to a meeting with some of the others inside a tent, he wasn't aware of where Cyrene or Yesleth were. He hoped that all of them would eventually join the celebration though. He certainly didn't think that when he left the farm it would push him towards being a hero. This would be the first of many celebrations he would have with his new friends. Halius believed in the Oracle's prophecy, that they would be the ones to save Thylea. More importantly, he believed that he would prove himself as a hero, just as his father and his family had. He just needed to find out who they were and connected himself to them.
Zyfon took a break from singing and glanced around the camp, taking note of those who haven't joined in the dancing. "Come and join us, Tellek! Surely the centaurs know how to dance with four legs!"
"Well, uh, I never was much of a dancer," Tellek muttered, pressing his glasses to his face awkwardly. "I'd rather just watch and listen, please."
"Suit yourself," Zyfon shrugged, then turned to Argades. "And what of you? Surely, your talents aren't just related to battle."
"You're right about that," Argades chuckled and stood up. "I learned a few dance moves from nights spent at the taverns of Mytros. I'd be happy to show off for a change."
"Then join us!" Leira smiled, waving him forward.
"We'll see if you're a better dancer than me," Mantes said in a joking tone.
When Zyfon started to sing his next song, Argades casually walked up to join the group. Halius cheered with the rest of his friends when the half-orc started to dance alongside the group. He did have more experience with dancing as he showed, although he still fit in with the group well enough. Halius patted Mantes on the shoulder when it became clear that Argades was the better dancer. The half-orc even showed how to dance with a partner, grabbing Leira by the hand to spin her around some. The siren laughed throughout the dance, enjoying the moment.
Semestra eventually joined in on the dance, comfortable enough with the fires that she no longer needed to look over the pyres. She held her hand out to Argades, who nodded in understanding. The half-orc took her hand and led the way in a dance similar to the one he had with Leira. Halius knew that the two were friends as they both traveled alongside Ranri, so it made sense to Halius that they would want to dance and celebrate together. He hadn't had the opportunity to get to learn either of them, but given that they were open for group interactions, he hoped that he could get to know them better.
Leira showed no signs of sadness or disappointment over Argades moving to dance with Semestra. Instead, she turned to face Halius and Mantes with a smile and held out her hand, just like Semestra had. Halius glanced at Mantes, who shrugged and pushed his friend forward towards the siren. Although surprised by both the invitation to dance and being pushed toward it, he was determined to do his best. Halius only had what he saw of Argades dancing to pull from, and although he was more awkward with spinning and pulling her to him, Leira smiled and laughed in joy. He couldn't help himself but join in the laughter with her.
When the music and singing came to a stop, so too did the dancing. Zyfon stopped his performance to look at Phoebe, who calmly walked up to the dancing with her arms crossed. Halius didn't take her for a dancer, and just looking at the sour look she gave Argades, she likely wasn't here to dance.
"Phoebe!" Zyfon smiled, either oblivious to her emotions or trying to cheer her up. "Come and join us in dance."
"Have you all forgotten what the Oracle said?" Phoebe asked in a challenging tone.
"Not at all," Leira answered. "The Oracle has chosen you along with the others to save Thylea. It is a tremendous task."
"We are to face the Lord of Storms yet his spawn travels with us," Phoebe scowled. "How are we to know that he isn't our enemy?"
"The Fates have-"
"I don't give a damn about the Fates," Phoebe interrupted Leira harshly. "I am asking you and the others, not the Fates. How can we trust Argades, knowing that he is directly related to our enemy."
"Have you forgotten that he aided in defeating the boar alongside the rest of us?" Semestra pointed out.
"A boar that he wanted to sacrifice to Sydon," Phoebe countered.
"I'm not the only one who worships Sydon out of fear of what he may do," Argades defended himself. "What is the meaning of this, Phoebe? I thought we were friends."
"That was before I found out who you really were. I am no fool. Sydon is a clever foe, one who may be able to use you to his advantage, whether you are willing or not. How can we trust you?"
"I thought that you of all people would be able to relate to me," Argades said, stepping forward. "You hate it when people see you as Pythor's daughter yet your anger for me is solely because I am Sydon's grandson. Do you not see the hypocrisy?"
Phoebe cracked her knuckles. "I see only one way this will go now that you've insulted me."
"Don't do this, Argades," Semestra advised her friend.
Argades shook his head. "The only way to settle this is through battle."
"Should we do something?" Halius whispered to Leira and Mantes.
Leira remained silent out of shock while Mantes shrugged. "Between you and me, I'd rather not get in Phoebe's way."
All eyes turned to Argades and Phoebe. The two charged at each other to start their fight. The half-orc threw a punch at his foe only for her to raise her forearms to block the catch. Halius could see the boxer's stance that Phoebe took, feinting a jab at his face only to catch him off guard with a punch to his ribs. Argades reeled over but he wasn't done yet. He launched himself in a tackle at her only for her to grab him and throw him down to the ground. The half-orc slowly stood up to his knees. Phoebe chuckled, seeing herself as the victor.
"Maybe I don't have to worry about you as a threat," Phoebe taunted. "Your magic is impressive but you're lacking in martial combat."
Argades stood back up onto his feet, his hands crackling with electricity. "Maybe I should show you a taste of my true power!"
"That's enough!" Halius, having seen enough, stepped in between the two; his focus was on Phoebe. "Do you feel proud of yourself, bullying Argades?"
"This is between me and him," Phoebe stepped forward, looking down at Halius. "Step aside."
"No," Halius stood his ground. "Argades is my friend and I'm not going to let you fight him. Maybe he can beat you with his magic, maybe not. I know that he was just having fun until you picked a fight with him. Who cares if he's descended from Sydon? I don't because he's my friend."
"You avoided a fight back at the inn several nights ago," Phoebe told him. "Korax isn't here to fight your battles for you."
"He doesn't need to be," Argades responded before Halius stood and stepped next to him. "It's only fair that since he stepped up to help me, I should do the same for him."
"I can take the both of you on," Phoebe declared without hesitation. "What are we waiting for?"
"For me," Mantes stepped forward to join Argades and Halius, although there was a look of hesitation on his face. "Might I suggest we come up with a way to settle this without violence?"
"Zyfon," Phoebe called out. "Join me."
"Phoebe, we're friends, but this isn't the time for violence," Zyfon told her, plucking a string from his lute. "Please, have a drink, dance with us. Let us save the fighting for the minions of Sydon!"
"You're the only one wanting to fight," Semestra told Phoebe. "Back off."
For a moment, Halius was convinced that Phoebe would continue with her threats. Instead, she grunted. "Fine then. Have it your way. But if Argades turns on us to aid the Twin Titans, you'll know I was right."
With a look of disappointment, Phoebe backed off. Rather than rejoin Valros and drink, she made her way towards her tent. Halius sighed in relief, glad to have avoided a fight with her. He wanted to stick up for Argades but knew that he wouldn't stand much of a chance against Phoebe if she went all out. Thankfully, violence was avoided, meaning that the group could go back to their celebrations.
By now, Korax, Ranri, and Thella stepped out of the tent. Korax was quick to take note of the situation and looked towards Halius. "Is everything alright?"
"We just avoided a fight with Phoebe, that's all," Halius answered.
"I'm sorry I wasn't able to help you," Leira bowed her head. "I cannot oppose the Fates or their chosen heroes."
"It all worked for us anyways," Mantes shrugged. "We should get back to our celebration."
"You can do that," Korax said and walked off. "I'll be back soon."
"I could go for a drink myself," Thella walked over to join Valros. "Fill me up a mug!"
"Oi, Zyfon," Ranri called out. "Ye ready te back me up with yer lute?"
"You're going to sing?" Zyfon asked in disbelief.
"O' course I am," Ranri grinned. "Ye wouldn't believe how many traditional dwarven songs I know."
"I can try to find a way to make it work," Zyfon laughed.
"It was fun but I really need a break from dancing," Semestra yawned, a little exhausted. "You enjoy the rest of your night, Argades."
"I will," Argades nodded, then looked to Halius and Mantes. "So… I'll be honest, but I'm not used to people standing up for me like that. Semestra and Ranri are good friends but they're all I have, or so I thought. What I'm trying to say is thank you. It means a lot to me."
"That's what friends are for," Halius smiled. "We've got your back."
Argades smiled back and clasped his hand on Halius' shoulder in an assuring manner. The two were confident in their bond now, their friendship secured. Halius saw that Argades was a fellow youth who had just entered adulthood, just like him and Mantes. They were forming their own group and he was confident that whatever was thrown their way, they would find a way to overcome their challenges.
The others returned to their previous activities. Ranri stepped forward, standing in front of Zyfon, and turned to face the crowd. With a nod, he started to sing in dwarven, his voice deep and rugged. The satyr bard was taken aback by the sound the dwarf made, unsure of how best to provide music to support him. Halius, Argades, Mantes, and Leira glanced at each other, blinking. This certainly wasn't the type of music they could dance for.
"So, Ranri can't sing," Argades whispered.
"Perhaps so, but I'd hate to disappoint him," Mantes shrugged. "Just follow my lead, alright?"
The half-elf gave a quick nod to Zyfon, who started to play on his lute. The lute sound clashed with Ranri's singing but the dwarf didn't care and continued on. Mantes stepped forward, leading the way to dance, with his companions joining after him. It wasn't their best dancing but they were happy to be with each other.
"Semestra, are you heading to sleep?"
"I was but I can spare a few moments to talk."
"Excellent. Could you help us figure out how to find a soul?"
Ever since hearing of Ferrous' destiny, Tellek had been calculating ways as to how he could aid the construct. He thought it would be best to leave the fighting to Ferrous and work on figuring out how it can find a soul. Yet, the centaur never thought much about the concept of a soul. He figured that everyone had one of course but he thought about what a soul was until listening in on Versi. Although Ferrous had shown little interest in finding out for itself, Tellek made up for its lack of interest with his own. If the construct was incomplete without a soul, he would find a way to complete it.
Tellek's studies at the academy left him unable to determine how to create a soul. It was time to consult someone who dealt more with spiritual aspects. As a druidess and a nymph, Semestra was at one with the natural world. If spirits were a natural concept, then she would know best. The centaur was fortunate enough to catch her as she walked towards her tent with Ferrous at his side.
For her part, Semestra blinked in surprise. "I wasn't expecting that."
"You see, it relates to Ferrous…"
"I figured," Semestra nodded. "And you came to me to ask that?"
"I did. I thought about asking Iraster, given he has years of education over me, or Mantes, since he deals with spirits. Unfortunately, I think they're both too busy processing their own destinies. I thought that you could help us. Surely, nymphs have their own idea of a soul, given that you're born from trees."
"There's a little more to it than that," Semestra laughed. "Yes, we grow from a tree or some other part of the natural world, but we do have parents who contribute to our birth."
"Oh," Tellek slowly blinked. "I didn't learn about that from either my tribe's teachings or my lessons at the academy."
"It's alright. Anyways, I wish I could help you with your question, but I think that it may be an impossible task. One is born with a soul."
"I suppose that is true," Tellek turned to Ferrous. "Do you have any idea how you can find a soul?"
"I do not," was all Ferrous said.
"How about you tell us about your creation," Semestra suggested. "That could count as your birth."
"I was crafted by Volkan, the God of Forges. I am a soldier meant to fight the Twin Titans. It is my duty to fight the Twin Titans and so I will fight."
"We heard that already but how did Volkan make you?" Tellek questioned. "You're clearly made of marble but there's more to you than that, isn't there?"
Ferrous blinked. "I do not recall those details."
"That makes sense," Semestra commented. "I doubt anyone would have exact memories of when they were born."
"But their parents would," Tellek snapped his fingers. "Volkan would know how he made Ferrous. We need to find Volkan if we're to discover how to give Ferrous a soul."
Ferrous nodded. "It would be best to reunite with my creator."
"Then we have a plan in place," Tellek declared. "Thank you very much, Semestra. The answer was right in front of me the entire time. I just needed your help finding out what it was."
"I was glad to have helped," Semestra yawned. "Now, I should be getting to sleep."
"It is time to sleep," Ferrous got down on the ground in a resting position.
"Ferrous, you don't need to sleep," Tellek told the construct.
"Wasn't it sleeping when it traveled with us?" Semestra asked. "This isn't the first time I've seen it lying down on the ground."
"Now that you've mentioned it, I've seen Ferrous lying down before traveling with you. What is the meaning of this?"
"I thought that it would be best to mimic your actions to fit in better," Ferrous answered without emotion. "Now our enemy will not know that I am a weapon meant to destroy them."
Tellek covered his mouth with his hand, holding back a sudden wave of laughter. Semestra shrugged and walked toward her tent to was a unique being and one that had yet to be completed. There was no telling what it would be like after their journey was done. Yet, Tellek would see Ferrous through to the end. He had been there to reactivate the construct and was determined to stick by its side until the end.
Although the Oracle didn't give him a destiny, Tellek was more excited than ever. He was raised by his parents to worship Thylea, but while studying at Mytros, found himself offering some sacrifices to Volkan. While he still considered himself a follower of Thylea, there was no denying that he had devotion to the God of Forges as well. Now, he was on the path to meet Volkan, something he never thought would be possible. He didn't need to accomplish any great deeds. Simply helping Ferrous meet Volkan would be enough for him.
Off in the forest near the campsite, Cyrene sat alone and closed her eyes in thought. She brought up memories of her life in Mytros. She remembered her father sharing stories of the battles he thought. She remembered how he tried to teach spells from a spellbook but realized that her place was with nature. She remembered seeing him leave for a final patrol, only to never come back. That was her father. Cyrene knew that he never lied about that. She was his child by blood.
Yet, Cyrene couldn't recall memories of her mother.
That was where she started to realize something was wrong. Her father had told her that her mother died in childbirth. Yet, there were times where he said that she died when Cyrene was a child with no mention of dying in childbirth. She could understand not having any memories of her mother if it was death from childbirth. Cyrene tried to think back to her days as a child to see if she could remember her mother. Then, she came to a realization, one that left her shaking in her seat.
Cyrene couldn't remember anything past when she was eleven. She could only remember thirteen years of her life. Surely, she would have some memory of her earlier childhood, but she couldn't recall one. It didn't make sense to her.
There was the sound of noise coming from nearby bushes. Cyrene stood up and turned to face her potential intruder. When she reached for her bow, she dropped her hand when she recognized it was Yesleth. Of course she would be the one to find her after the Oracle revealed her prophecies. It was Yesleth who first thought there was more to Cyrene than she let on. The archer denied that but now she couldn't help but see that the elf may have had a point. Yet, even if she was right, Cyrene wasn't interested in hearing her say so.
"Here to gloat?" Cyrene said with hostile intention. "Don't. Let me say it for you. I was wrong, you were right. Are you happy?"
Yesleth shrugged then stepped forward. "I came here to comfort you. I thought that you weren't handling the news well and could use a friend."
"No amount of comfort can help me," Cyrene shook her head slowly. "Do you know what I've just been told?"
"That you're a long lost princess of an island home to some of the greatest warriors ever?" Yesleth said with a smirk. "What's wrong with that?'
"What's wrong is that my whole life has been a lie!" Cyrene shouted, unable to hold her anger. "I am not from Mytros. I have no idea who I am. Is Cyrene even my real name? I don't know! I honestly don't know."
Yesleth frowned then slowly nodded. "I am sorry. I was… inconsiderate of how you are feeling. I know who my family is. I know who I am. But even if I didn't, I wouldn't mind being an Amazon."
Cyrene took several deep breaths, calming herself somewhat. "What do you know of the Amazons?"
"Not that much, I'm afraid. They call Themis their home and are considered to be legendary warriors and trackers. They fight with a chakram and have the aid of stimfays in battle but I've never fought one, let alone met one. They're isolationists, secluding themselves from Aresia and Mytros."
"Yet here I am," Cyrene sighed in defeat. "I have to go back and I'm an outsider to them."
"There may be some part of your Amazon heritage hidden within you," Yesleth offered. "When I thought you weren't from Mytros, you being an Amazon wasn't even on my mind, yet it makes sense. Among the women of the group, I'd say you're one of the best warriors we have."
"Phoebe would disagree with that," Cyrene shook her head. "And you trained in Aresia."
"She may think but Phoebe is all strength and no finesse," Yesleth countered. "I strike fast but not hard enough. Your skill with the bow is unmatched among our companions. That skill had to have come from somewhere."
"My father always said I was a natural with the bow," Cyrene closed her eyes, recalling that memory.
Cyrene opened her eyes when she heard footsteps approaching her. Korax walked forward, moving away from camp to join her and Yesleth. She shouldn't be surprised that her oldest friend would come to find her, having left the camp without giving him the chance to talk to her. Korax was like an older brother to Cyrene, offering her protection and advice. In turn, she did her best to look out for him. His destiny was a simple one that he took in stride with there being little that she could do to offer help. This time, it would be up to Korax to help her.
"Am I interrupting anything?" Korax asked. "I just wanted to check in on you, Cyrene."
"As did I," Yesleth looked over at Korax. "You can join us."
"Korax, how long have you known me?" Cyrene asked, her voice shaking.
"Thirteen years. Why do you ask?"
"It's… you have memories of your childhood though, right?"
"I do," Korax slowly nodded. "What does that have to do with anything?"
"I can't remember anything of my childhood," Cyrene revealed. "I can only remember thirteen years of my life."
Korax nodded back, thinking to himself. "Well, my childhood was eventful in its own ways, tragic even. Of course it would stick with me."
"I can hardly remember who I was when I was younger," Yesleth added. "It's not unnatural to forget about the early parts of your life. My childhood was decades ago."
"It is when you don't even have a flicker of a memory from long ago," Cyrene shook her head slowly. "You said you could hardly remember, which means that you do have some memories."
"I guess I did," Yesleth said with a sigh.
"Cyrene, if I may, but I didn't come here to talk about your future," Korax told her.
"You didn't?" Cyrene blinked in surprise.
"I'm here to talk about the present. You're my closest friend, my sister. We've fought alongside each other for years and even before then we looked out for each other. When I first moved to Mytros, it was you who helped me adjust to my new home as my first friend."
"You were a quiet boy back then," Cyrene said, reminiscing over those times. "My father helped tutor you, so you came to visit often. You joined the Epilektoi of Mytros at his suggestion, and served under him. You took his command after he was killed, and comforted me when I learned of his death, when I was at my lowest."
"You never cared much for my rank though," Korax continued. "You still saw me as a friend, just as I see you as a friend. I won't change that at all because the Oracle said you're someone else. I know who you are. You're Cyrene Teldent. As long as you will let me, I will fight by your side. It won't be me ordering you as a lokhagos or you ordering me as royalty. Rather, it shall be as equals."
"I may not have known you as long as Korax but I too will stand by your side," Yesleth declared. "We may have our differences but I want to be considered as one of your friends. The journey ahead of us will be long and difficult, so it would be best if we all stuck with each other.
Cyrene teared up at her friend's declarations of loyalty. While she nearly broke down at the weight of the Oracle's words, it was Korax and Yesleth who helped her recover. She still had her own struggles with her past but they both each had a point she wanted to consider instead. The past was behind her and the future ahead. Right now, she lived in the present, one with her companions looking out for her. There was a long road ahead of her but she may be able to find her way with some help.
Cyrene ran forward to Korax and Yesleth, throwing her arms around them in an embrace while she cried. The two were caught off guard, although Yesleth did wrap her arms around the ranger to comfort her, with a hand on the back of her head. Korax, who was stoic rather than emotional, settled for placing a hand on Cyrene's shoulder as his way to reassure her. At this moment, Cyrene forgot all about her problems. She had her friends to stay by her side, no matter what would come her way.
Valros took a sip from his mug, watching from his spot as the night died down. Zyfon played one final song with a relaxing tune as the dancers took a seat, exhausted from the constant movement. Although tempted to join them earlier, Valros was content to drink from the ale within the keg. Before Phoebe ran off to fight, he learned from her that she was an accomplished boxer in Mytros, and intended to compete in an event called the Great Games. Although not a competitor himself, Valros figured that he could return to the city and make some money from betting on her, especially after seeing what she could do.
The Oracle's words to him were promising. Valros was not only able to return back home but would return with treasure. His payment for looking for the Dragonlords paled in comparison to the treasure that was his by destiny. He struggled with understanding Thylea and dealing with its threats but soon it would be all worth it. Valros no longer had to worry about surviving in a new land, not with the group he traveled with. Instead, he would focus on making his stranding worth it by amassing as much of a fortune as he could.
After Phoebe left, Valros was joined by Thella, and poured her a mug of ale. The tiefling thought that Phoebe was a heavy drinker only for Thella to chug down her mug, then admitted to having a taste for ale and wine. Valros laughed, refilled her mug, then tried his best to keep up with her in an unspoken drinking contest. At first, he thought that there was something off about Thella and he still couldn't wrap his mind over the idea that she had been lost in time. Yet, after learning of her heritage, he knew that they had more in common than he thought.
Thella finished drinking from her mug faster than Valros and set it down. "I really need to ask Proteus where he bought the ale from. This is really good."
Valros finished his drink and set it down as well. "I never thought I would see a tiefling and an aasimar drink together, let alone be involved with it. This will be a night to remember?"
Thella raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What's that?"
"Oh, a tiefling is what the people of Thylea call a stygian for some reason. I'm a tiefling, not a stygian. Just be sure to remember that."
"No, not that," Thella shook her head. "I've never heard of an aasimar before until today."
"That's what you are, or at least, that's what I think you are," Valros explained. "You see, a tiefling is born from a lineage touched by infernal beings, such as devils and demons. An aasimar is almost like an opposite to a tiefling, but their lineage was marked by a celestial being."
"I'm not sure if I am one like you think I am," Thella admitted with a shrug. "My mother was a titan, not a celestial."
"Maybe the titans here are celestials. I don't know since I haven't seen one for myself. You're not a human though."
"Of course I'm not," Thella chuckled. "I was born before humans even arrived in Thylea."
"Right…" Valros just nodded, unsure of how to respond. "I'm just saying it's possible. Not all tieflings and aasimars are directly descended from demons or angels but you may be one that was."
"And what of Phoebe?" Thella questioned. "She's the daughter of Pythor yet appears to be human."
"As far as I can tell, she's human," Valros agreed. "A human that is stronger than anyone I've met but still a human. Why that's the case I'm not sure. If I hadn't seen Kyrah's powers for myself, I would believe that she's human. She looks and acts like a human, that's for sure."
"You think I'm an aasimar because I'm different then?" Thella asked, surprised. "Different enough than a goddess even?"
"That's one way to put it, I suppose, but yes."
"Maybe I am an aasimar then," Thella smiled, her cheeks turning a light shade of rest. "Thank you. It means a lot to hear that, really."
Valros blinked, thinking as to why telling her that she was an aasimar was so important. Then, he quickly realized what it was she meant. In telling Thella that she was an aasimar, he compared her to a goddess. Kyrah was a goddess, one with charming looks and personality, and he just said that she was a human compared to Thella. Valros now just realized how he had flirted with her without even realizing it or intending for it to happen. He couldn't deny that it was actually a good line though, one that Thella liked.
Ever since he arrived in Thylea, Valros hadn't thought too much regarding romance. He didn't have anyone waiting for him back in Toril, so there wasn't anything stopping him from having his own fun now. For some time, he traveled alone with Yesleth, and although her looks were stunning, the tiefling thought it best not to try making a move on her. Valros glanced over Thella while watching her refill her mug. There was a certain charm that she had. If he hadn't assumed that she was with Duris, he may have thought more about her when they traveled together. Now that he knew she may be interested in him, he figured that he could act on it.
When Valros thought about what to say next, a cough from below both of them interrupted his thought.
"Excuse me," Valros and Thella looked down at Iraster. "Do you mind if I join you? I just needed to take my mind off of today's events and reading isn't helping."
"Of course," Thella's cheeks cleared and she knelt down to offer her mug of ale to him. "It's really good. You won't regret this."
"Thank you," Iraster took a sip from the mug, then sighed. "It is good. I'm more interested in wine myself but I didn't want to open a bottle if I was the only one drinking from it."
Valros, disappointed at the interruption changing his plans, shrugged. "What's there to forget about your destiny? It looks like you're going to be reunited with your family."
"And I am glad for it," Iraster nodded. "Yet, today's just another day that I have to live without my family. Additionally, there's the question of if life will ever be normal for us again."
"At the very least, you're going to find some of your family's treasure," Valros chuckled.
Iraster frowned. "Family relics. That's what she meant. Items that belonged to my ancestors. They're of great power."
"Relics, treasure, it's all the same. I know many buyers who would be interested in magical items. They can be a small fortune on their own."
"I don't think I'll sell them," Iraster shook his head slowly. "They belong rightfully to the Truedew family."
"You should keep them," Thella said with a nod. "It's clear to me that your family means a lot to you. The relics have sentimental value to you. I wished I had something from my family."
"My family's still around, but it's not like they have much to offer," Valros said. "I had to go out on my own if I wanted my own wealth. It wasn't easy but now it looks like I might be able to make up on lost time here."
"I think you missed the point we're making," Iraster said calmly. "There's something worth more than relics or gold. I would say that the love I had for my family was greater than my prestige or any of my possessions."
Valros bursted out into laughter. "Are you serious?!"
"Valros!" Thella exclaimed.
"Give me a break," Valros gasped out between laughs, slowly stopping. "You can't buy food or a house with love. That takes gold."
"Gold can buy a house but it cannot buy a home," Iraster pointed out with a smile. "Do you have a house back where you came from?"
Valros shook his head. "Honestly, I just spend my time moving from inn to inn. It works out for me well enough."
"And what of your parents?" Iraster questioned.
"I still care for them, of course."
"What did they say to you the last time you saw them?"
When thinking about the last time he saw his parents, Valros' mind went blank. "I get the point you're making but my family lived in a rundown cottage for all my life. I want something grander than that."
"Maybe you'll find that here in Thylea," Thella offered. "If you prove yourself as a hero, the people will look up to you. You could even find your own settlement here if you want."
"I'm no leader," Valros told Thella. "As tempting as it is to stay in Thylea, I have a lot waiting back for me in Toril. A job offer and a new book to write. I'll stick around, grab the treasure the Dragonlords left, and then I'll be on my way."
"And you'll help us defeat Sydon and Lutheria, right?" Thella asked with a hint of worry.
"Sure," Valros answered, although his tone showed he wasn't committed.
Iraster sighed. "I am disappointed that your greed is what guides you but I will not stop you from following your dreams, even if I cannot agree with them."
Iraster took a sip from his mug and the conversation grew quiet. Valros knew that they disapproved of his desire for treasure. Their thoughts didn't matter to the tiefling, who was intent on finding the Dragonlord's treasure and claiming it for himself. They can be happy with their family and adventure. He would take the treasure and return home and be happy with that.
Duris stepped out of the tent, accompanied by Kyrah. The goddess immediately ran over to where Valros stood with Iraster and Thella in a blur, grabbing two bottles of wine. She started to pour out several glasses, handing them out to the trio. When Valros brought the cup to his lips. Kyrah grabbed his wrist and lowered the mug. She smirked at him playfully, then sped off to pour more wine for the rest of the group. Iraster and Thella looked at each other, then at Duris, who held a mug of wine in his hand already. With a sigh, Valros looked over to the man, who lowered his hood with his free hand.
"May I have everyone's attention?" Duris asked, loudly.
"Aye!" Ranri answered enthusiastically. "We're listenin'!"
"Phoebe is asleep," Zyfon informed Duris.
"So is Semestra," Argades added.
"This won't take too long so Kyrah will wake them up," Duris nodded. "This is important."
The group slowly gathered in a circle, each holding onto a mug of wine. They were soon joined by Phoebe and Semestra. Although Phoebe was displeased from being interrupted from her rest, Semestra looked on curiously. Eventually, Korax, Cyrene, and Yesleth returned from the wilderness and joined in on the circle. Kyrah stood next to Duris, having given everyone a mug of wine, then pulled out a scroll from her pack. The former Dragonlord took it and unrolled it, although his gaze was focused on the group.
"Tomorrow, we begin the journey to Estoria," Duris announced.
"Why?" Phoebe grunted. "We have no reason to go there."
"We have reason to believe that the horn we're to drink from is in Estoria," Duris said.
"We could attempt the other tasks," Phoebe suggested.
"Estoria is between the way to the other tasks so we're stopping there first," Duris told her. "I understand that you may want to stay away from the city but it is important that we make our first stop there."
"So you woke me up to tell me that you're ignoring my wishes to go to my father's city?" Phoebe sighed in disappointment. "Good work."
"It's not just that I wished to tell everyone," Duris started. "I am aware that there are several conflicts within our group. I know that we don't get along. We have a long way to go if we are to save Thylea, meaning that we will have time to bond and address the issues we have with each other. There's one issue I'd like to address now. We will no doubt become famous for our heroic deeds. I do not want anyone to say that one of us is the greatest and overshadows everyone else."
"Why not?" Valros asked. "If one of us is talked about more, then there would be a good reason for it. They may very well be the greatest hero."
"Or it could be that they went out of their way so that people would believe that," Kyrah countered. "All it takes is telling a bard that you're responsible for every deed the group has done."
"I would like for us to swear an oath to each other," Duris continued. "As you all know, oaths are a powerful force in Thylea. They are binding and to break an oath is to risk the wrath of order. I do not ask you lightly to make this oath."
"What oath would you have us swear?" Korax asked.
"An oath of fellowship," Duris answered, then looked down at the scroll he held in one hand. "I am Duris, and I swear upon my life and my honor that I will uphold the oath of fellowship with the warriors who stand at my side. Repeat that oath to swear it. We must all swear the oath to show that we are united to protect Thylea."
"You have to be joking," Valros muttered and rolled his eyes.
Thella stepped forward with a proud smile. "I am Thella, and I swear upon my life and my honor that I will uphold the oath of fellowship with the warriors who stand at my side."
"I am Halius, and I swear upon my life and my honor that I will uphold the oath of fellowship with the warriors who stand at my side."
Mantes chuckled next to Halius. "I can't believe I'm doing this. I am Mantes, and I swear upon my life and my honor that I will uphold the oath of fellowship with the warriors who stand at my side."
Argades grinned when he looked at Halius and Mantes, then turned to face Durs. "I am Argades, and I swear upon my life and my honor that I will uphold the oath of fellowship with the warriors who stand at my side."
"Is this oath meant for the Oracle's chosen heroes?" Zyfon asked. "What of those of us who weren't chosen?"
"We're in this together," Duris told Zyfon. "We will all swear the oath."
"Leira, I mean no offense te ye or th' Fates, but I intend te show my own destiny," Ranri grinned. "I am Ranri Cuhug, an' I swear upon my life an' my honor that I will uphold th' oath o' fellowship with th' warriors who stand at my side."
"There's nothing stopping you from swearing the oath, Leira," Halius encouraged. "Join us!"
With Argades and Halius both nodding encouragely, Leira smiled. "Very well then. I am Leira, and I swear upon my life and my honor that I will uphold the oath of fellowship with the warriors who stand at my side. This is so very exciting!"
"I am Tellek Driftveil, and I swear upon my life and my honor that I will uphold the oath of fellowship with the warriors who stand at my side," Tellek swore, then looked at Ferrous. "Your turn."
"I am Ferrous, and I swear upon my life and my honor that I will uphold the oath of fellowship with the warriors who stand at my side."
"I am Zyfon, and I swear upon my life and my honor that I will uphold the oath of fellowship with the warriors who stand at my side," the satyr smiled and looked at Phoebe. "This is your chance to prove yourself as a true hero among us."
"You certainly have a way with getting everyone behind you, Duris," Phoebe commented, then smirked. "Very well, I am Phoebe, and I swear upon my life and my honor that I will uphold the oath of fellowship with the warriors who stand at my side."
Cyrene glanced towards Korax and Yesleth before she stepped forward. "I am Cyrene Teldent, and I swear upon my life and my honor that I will uphold the oath of fellowship with the warriors who stand at my side."
The two quickly stood next to her to swear their oaths. "I am Korax, and I swear upon my life and my honor that I will uphold the oath of fellowship with the warriors who stand at my side."
"I am Yesleth Bronzebreeze, and I swear upon my life and my honor that I will uphold the oath of fellowship with the warriors who stand at my side."
"I am Semestra, and I swear upon my life and my honor that I will uphold the oath of fellowship with the warriors who stand at my side," Semestra looked around. "Who's left?"
Everyone turned to look at Valros, who stepped back and shook his head. "I don't swear oaths. Maybe I want to have fame for myself."
"If that's the case, you can have it where you came from," Iraster pointed out. "There'll be no oaths binding you there."
"You do have a point," Valros nodded, then laughed. "Damn it. I can't believe I'm doing this. I am Valros, and I swear upon my life and my honor that I will uphold the oath of fellowship with the warriors who stand at my side."
Iraster smiled warmly. "I am Iraster Truedew, and I swear upon my life and my honor that I will uphold the oath of fellowship with the warriors who stand at my side."
"That is everyone," Kyrah announced. "And so, the oath of fellowship has been formed."
"We stand together in defense of Thylea," Duris held his mug up and exclaimed. "To the Fellowship of Thylea!"
"To the Fellowship of Thylea!" Halius was the first to join in."
"To the Fellowship of Thylea!" the group declared in unison, then chugged down their drinks together.
A/N: I'm just going to keep these notes short for today. I have completed NaNoWriMo. That is all. Expect an update on what the future of this story will look like soon.
Until next time.