Fun Fact: Cyridion's average winter temperature is -32 degrees Celsius!

Alderokarion, known as "The Great Library" to the followers of Innerva and D'licca D'ettemin, is the 11th lair of Sethin. Inside the sacred walls sits, as one would expect, a library containing answers to the questions that eluded them in their mortal lives. Innerva and D'licca D'ettemin are two Chieftains presiding over one lair. Innerva, the Chieftain of Wisdom. D'ettemin, the Chieftain of Intelligence. Tonight however, is a celebration...

The celebration is over before it even begins however, when Kinwrathi teleports right into the middle of the of the ceremony. The insanely loyal followers of the Chieftain of wisdom glare at the uninvited guest, but silent due to their sewed shut lips. Kinwrathi can't help but think to himself looking at them...

These idiots claim to worship wisdom?

Finally, after much awkward glaring, the one who can speak, D'licca D'ettemin approaches Kinwrathi with a fire of anger in his eyes.

D'licca: "Hey, what's going on? I told you that we were celebrating today!"

"I apologize, but I need your assistance!"

"Why do I feel like you're fucking with me?"

"Easy. I fuck with you, a lot."

"Exactly! Now, what is so important that you need my help?"

"Gonnerah wants me to find this magician chick who's in a village in the middle of fucking nowhere!"

"G-G-Gonnerah?"

"Yes, Gonnerah."

"Fuck it. Where is this girl?"

"Lerrio."

"You weren't kidding when you said fucking nowhere..."

"I know, D'ettemin. I know..."

"So, why do you need me?"

"I didn't get the chick's name, or anything about her..."


Meanwhile, in the village of Lerrio, Andromai searches relentlessly to find the woman Gonnerah was talking about. She was eager to not only impress her master, but also the Joltinen Queen herself.

Lerrio is a small village, covered with wilderness on all sides. The snow capped trees breathe a life into the area that would not exist without them. For almost 100% that reason, the trees have not and will not be cut down for commercial purposes.

Through those beautiful woods the disciple goes, leaving a trail of footprints in her wake. The sound of snow trudging everywhere triggers the alarm of one guard. He rushes up behind her, sword drawn. With a menacing scowl, he growls at her:

Guard: "Hey lass, what are you doing trespassing here?"

Shocked by the sudden turn of events, Andromai doesn't know how to respond. The guard glares at her, begging her to say something. Finally, she musters up the strength to stammer out:

"I'm looking for someone. A magician."

"A magician, in Lerrio? I think I might know who you're talking about. It'll cost you however..."

Andromai can feel from his stare that he's undressing her with his eyes. Anger seeps through her veins at the thought of being viewed as a sex object. She thinks to herself:

I'm a Joltinen Disciple dammit!

She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small dagger. The guard's jaw drops at the sight of the insignia on the handle of the blade. The insignia designating a follower or disciple of Kinwrathi...

"Or, or not..."

With a sense of pride, Andromai makes her demand a little more clear this time.

"Where can I find this magician woman?"

"Just keep going this direction in the forest and it'll be the small house of the first street. That's where she lives!"

"Thank you! Now, say hello to your family, fuckface!"

The blade reaches across the distance between the two, and slit the guard's throat clean. Blood pours out of the wound, right onto the fresh, white snow. Content with her handiwork, the disciple heads down the forest in the same direction she was. She is determined to find the magician before Kinwrathi...

Minutes later, the lady is in the village. She figures that since there's likely time to kill that it would be a good time to visit the nearest tavern. The smell of booze can be easily spotted by a Cyridian from about 5 miles away, making the time needed to find the tavern very short.

Inside the tavern is a madhouse. There are drunkards stumbling about the place, spilling the drink in their hand all over others. Two incredibly drunk men get into an argument over a bet that was made, and decide to settle it out in fisticuffs.

The first man being heavier manages to avoid the smaller man's punch and land one right in the smaller one's face! He stumbles over, a combination of drunkness and pain. The heavier man wastes absolutely no time and gets on top of the littler guy and pummels him to dirt! A few bystanders attempt to pry them apart, but the heavier guy isn't done yet. He elbows one man in the face and hops right back on his fallen adversary and headbutts him once for good measure. He then gives up and is thrown out of the tavern.

Andromai sits up at the bar, when the keeper strolls over to her.

Bartender: "Whatd'ya want?"

"A full container of your strongest ale, barkeep."

The barkeeper simply nods his head and gets what she had ordered. He places on the counter next to her a large bottle, roughly one liter of a blue liquid substance. She pops the cork off the top and pours some into the glass that he'd also brought. She tilts her head back and takes a drink, when out of the corner of her eye, she catches something.

Someone, rather...

Two women sitting at the bar in seats next to each other. One is blonde, and appears to be a non native to Cyridion. The other is a brunette, her hair color leaning more toward auburn.

That brown haired chick's it. She's the magician...