Filarin’s cave is hidden within the ring, a circle of mountains that once surrounded a lush plateau home to Taluk, the most beautiful city of the old kingdom.
When Botzar used the sword, it erased every trace of the city, leaving an unnaturally thick forest always covered by clouds.
Within the trees is the Breath of Life, the place where I first found the sword, and must soon return, to release its energy.
The cave is deep within a mountain and difficult to reach, but I find a PathFinder gate that takes us there quickly.
Can this be … Read more
A strong breeze greets me at the railing of the deck.
The sun is high overhead, and the sky clear, as I look beyond the sea, to the high tower of the council building in Kirol.
Time to go.
I rise alone from the Watchtower, and activate my gliding shield.
The breeze on my face disappears, but the rich feeling of joy and freedom remains.
I am a brother to the wind.
The faster I fly, the more free I feel, but today I’m not going far, and I want a slow glide to Kirol.
Everything in my … Read more
The guild council meets in a tall white building, with a flat, radiant black roof, that shines like a dark star in the center of Kirol city.
Once, before the energy war, there were buildings like this in many lands, but this is the last of the council halls.
They were shaped by the Bizra, fifty stories high – six hundred feet long, wide, and tall.
Few of the lands had any use for such an immense building, but no one argues with the Bizra.
The council hall is mostly empty, a quiet monument to ancient times.… Read more
Makish and I land on the deck of the Watchtower outside the healing room.
As I walk through the door, Tzina hugs me tightly.
“I missed you so much, ina,” she says.
I smile at her.
“I was only gone for a day!”
“I know,” she says, “but I was lost in my head so long, before you saved me.”
“I want to be near you and oodah.”
“How is Berek?” I ask her.
“Calmer,” she says.
“He’s getting used to the idea that you’re his father.”
“How does he like having a sister?”
“Ina, he and I … Read more
We fly together from the barren lands toward Tshuan.
You can see a person’s heart by watching how high they fly.
Some fly close to the ground, just high enough to clear obstacles.
They fly, but they’re afraid that if they get too far from the ground, they’ll never be able to return to their life on the ground.
Other Jiku fly higher — one, two, three thousand feet high.
They enjoy the height and the view, but flying is just a way to get to a destination.
Then there are the Jiku who fly as high … Read more