The Lost Light

Et Cetera 5 - Corcus's Final Journey

From the journal of Aeven Tevens

Bahadai, 5 Elcor, 1013, midday

We can see the smoke rising from the Temple of the Light. Cherook is far away now, covered in smoke and rainclouds. The sun is high in the sky. I write this in an old mage spellbook, found deep in a knapsack, with a quill and ink supplied by one of the dead. The book contains no spells, but the runes on the front are an obvious indicator of arcane magics.

I am still in shock over how much destruction and carnage can be wrought in just a few days. My home, our home, is gone; the temple the deva called Amn Nerach lies in ruins. We have so many questions and no answers. Why have the dragonborn come to Nevelen? Why did they sack our temple? What are they seeking, and what will they do if they find it?

We-myself, the other survivors, the adventurers, Kesher, Corcus-we are riding in a ramshackle caravan up what George, the other ferryman, simply called the North Road. He says there are other names it was called long ago, but they mean little to him.

After battling our way through the Hordes, we have found relative peace on the continent. Lake Brynn lies to the west, and this, the Brynn Valley, was once home to a large city known as Brynnendale. This Kesher tells us; the city was destroyed long ago by the First Hordes, and none of us have knowledge of it.

Now we are at the edge of the river Kesher calls Maleir, a broad shallow river, clear enough that the rocks on the bottom are easily seen. Kesher told us a story of Lake Brynn: Once, long ago, before the Hordes, Brynnendale’s mayor was a fat, angry human named Cerl. Cerl had three daughters, Maria, Tore, and Lynnea, whom he treated very poorly. Cerl was afraid of what the outside would do to his children, and so he locked them up in the Mayor’s House, forcing them to do chores and only letting them out briefly for festivals or times when he was going to give a speech.

One day, when the daughters were barely teenaged, Cerl allowed them to leave the house to attend a fall harvest festival. They were to go, make an appearance, and then return home. But the daughters had a plan, and when Cerl began to make a speech about the festival, they snuck off, stealing a horse and carriage and going on a ride.

They spent the day riding, eventually reaching Lake Brynn and, specifically, the stretch of shoreline that sat between the two rivers, Maleir and Beneir. On the shore, they met a handsome young gentleman who offered them a ride on his sailboat. The girls agreed and boarded the boat, and he took them to the center of the lake, where he seduced them. The first two he seduced, Maria and Tore, were willing and consented, but the third girl, Lynnea, refused. Incensed at her refusal, the young man ripped her clothes off and raped her. Lynnea’s sisters were furious and tried to stop him, but he was too strong, and before the night was through, all three sisters were dead. The man threw the bodies into the lake and sailed back to shore, where he was eventually caught, questioned, and executed.

Kesher says that the gods took pity on the poor girls, whose first real experience of the outside world was tainted by the greed of man. They made the water as clear as glass, so that someone noble and pure of heart could dive deep down and find their remains. Since then, Maria and Tore have been found and returned to Bynnendale, but Lynnea still sits at the bottom of the lake, hidden from all but the noblest of hearts.

Christopher is convinced he can find her bones. The other adventurers laughed at him, and I don’t know why.

Bahadai, 5 Elcor, evening

Kesher is leaving us. Corcus is dying, and Kesher wants to give him a proper burial in the mountains to the southwest. The adventurers seemed confused and angry at this, but Kesher assured them that if they were to become true gods, they should not rely on the strength of an old monk. It was a crutch, he said, keeping them from discovering their true potential.

He said he is leaving before dawn tomorrow. He borrowed a cart to transport Corcus’s body. Everyone, including myself, is sad to see him go, not just because he kept us safe, but because he is like our father, the only father left.

Mordai, 6 Elcor, morning

We are traveling again. Kesher and Corcus are gone. It’s sunny and warm already outside, cut slightly by the breeze from the lake. The adventurers are fighting, I think because Kesher announced before our departure that Christopher was to be the leader of the caravan. They don’t seem to think that Christopher is going to be a good leader, and judging by the look in his eyes, Christopher doesn’t seem to think that either. Still, his pride overcomes his cowardice, and even though his eyes betray the broad smile on his face, he seems content in leading the group.

Christopher also looks a bit different. Minny swears he has an aura about him, light blue maybe.

We’re moving again. Will write later.

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