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Entry 15- Wrapping up

                 The morning came with a shake from Parkik. Our captives were still asleep. He whispered in my ear. “More are coming.”             I got up and grabbed my staff. I looked around the cave and said, “I’ve got an idea.”             Within a few moments Parkik and I were dressed in the cultist robes and as the group were coming into the Rift of Edda I had my fingers on the neck of the unconscious Order members. They’d be awake soon, but I had an idea.             The leader of the new group entered the cave first and said, “Brothers, have we succeeded?”             “No sir.” I said. “The spell backfired. The Pillar did something to the magic and it created a backlash.”             The lie tasted nasty on my lips but the man was convinced. I continued.             “The spell addled their minds. We came after the worst of it settled and these are the last ones alive. I don’t recommend going further into the Rift. Reality seems to be unstable and chaotic back there
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Entry 14- Cultist Inclinations

 (Welcome Back)             Parkik’s knife poked my back as we walked through the twisting tunnels. I closed my eyes and took a breath. Then as I opened them I saw the forces around us moving inward towards the pillar. We were headed to the epicenter of this cult. And Parkik was using me as a shield and diversion for whatever plan he had. The spell they were casting was mystic in origin but just like that warding spell it was inpersonal, cold, calculated. Something else was seeping into their magic. The iron pillars were fighting this new magic, I could see an order weaving its way into the chaotic fabric of the spell. If only I could help it.             I closed my eyes letting Parkik guide me. We walked into the anti-chamber and the magic hit me, hard. I felt the air leave my lungs and something in me snap taught. It was that same feeling that I felt when the town warding broke. I felt a heavy blow to my spirit. The magical energies were crying out, trying to battle for the space.
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Entry 13- A Winter Trial

Winter came in heavy, cold, and wet for us this year. Thankfully, we managed to restock and resupply. I healed up for a bit before continuing my trials that the magic pillars put me on. I will be a mystic by the end of spring next year. But this next challenge began during the solstice. The longest darkest night of the year. The sun barely peaks above the horizon before sneaking back down, revealing the stars. These nights are the most brutal for us.             The night before we lost the sun, I heard the wind howl. Ithella burst into the house and told me to get dressed and ready for a journey. I did just that. Got my staff. Grabbed a bag of salt. Walked out of the house. Parkik was dressed in a baslisk scale armor set. The white scales gleamed in the dull winter sun. On his head,showing off his long curly red hair, was a circulate of blackened deadwood. He looked ready to go into battle. I was wearing a simple tunic, trousers, and leather shoe set. I went beside him, I was a head
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Entry 12- Executing the Plans

            We all entered the plaza with the rabble. Four chairs were set on a dias. ropes were around the chairs and Ithella looked sternly over the group. Racha wasn’t seen, nither was Parkik. Now was the time to snag the three missing Order of Sina members. I spotted my mark. A young girl. No older than me. With red hair, green eyes, and freckles. Dame Reia. Her family was a prominent lumbering family in the town. They had some far off land that shipped wood treated for the flooded lands but she joined the Order of Sina and thus she was an enemy. She also looked frustrated because of the ward around the town. I felt the familiar tug on my chest as the magic syphoned off. Two hunters brought Yuda to the stage and Ithella began a speech. The audience settled and Reia became engrossed in our leaders words.             I walked up behind her, put my hand on her shoulder and said, “You’re under arrest. By the old rites of the Iron Pillars, you may speak your case in front of the villa
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Entry 11- Housekeeping

             The meeting began with a clamor. In the main long house smoke rose to the roof and went out. There were meats hanging at the top of the room drying and smoking. The wooden structure always had a raging fire, it was the main building during winter and the meeting hall for any of the family gatherings. This is one of those moments. The families had all been called. Heads of households with their partners or other important members. Racha keep a weary eye on everyone, still angered by the loss of the healing hut, especially so close to winter.             I was tasked with gathering information on the other members in the list. So, I set about doing that. The community knew me and trusted me, for the most part. The conversations went smoothly, my wit saved me for the most part. The hardest was with one family when I found out two of the names were twins and the heirs to their family’s future. I reported it back to Racha and she nodded solemnly. We knew our plan. We were goi
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Entry 10- Burning Houses and Bruising Faces

             Steadfast as a community was peaceful. They didn’t have a jail nor any form of judicial system. Just the mystics and tradition to guide them through their day to day. Survival of the fittest seemed to rule, but with a hint of compassion. So, when I woke up to the smell of smoke, I wasn’t prepared for what I was about to walk into. As I left my quarters in the back of the healing hut there was a blazing fire near the door. I quickly turned around and opened Racha’s door to her room. She was sound asleep. I shook her awake and threw her a fur lined gown. I looked around the room and realized we’d have to go out to the healing room. Racha quickly got up and dressed. She smelled the fire and a stern look covered her face.             I shook my head and then grabbed her hand. We walked out of her room back to the front. The fire hungerly consumed the wood floors and walls in front of the exit door. I looked around the room, hoping to find an alternative route. Through a wind
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Leap Week

 This week I decided to take a small break from working on the Tallyden Journals. I humbly apologize but it's been a hard week and my muse has decided to flutter away for a little bit. Thank you for following along and reading we'll be back at the normal time 4pm PST on Friday the 6th.  Small Spoiler: The trouble will erupt from within.  C.P.D. Adkins (chiefwerewlf/Tallyden)
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