20th of Eleasis: Midnight to Kraken Fight..

 20th of Eleasis:  Midnight to Kraken Fight

Chapter 1: Decompressing

The streets of Somerset were eerily quiet when the group walked back to the ship.  Even the street rats ran hushed, out of respect for the tragedy that had occurred the night before. Most went directly to their bunks, but Nevil paused at the edge of the dock for a moment, a moment to feel the water's peace, to appreciate the beauty of the high moon's reflection.  And to thank her for her watch over those that had survived.

Inman paused for Nevil as the others went below. Overlooking the ship's rail, he watched her for several minutes before Nevil's cloak parted as she turned, and the moon illuminated her white vestments beneath.  Inman smiled to himself with the realization that he suddenly felt very relaxed.  Being near Maggie again had already become enough of a habit, that just imagining pulling her close and drifting to sleep was enough to release tension from his muscles. 

Inman met her at the rail. He noted her hesitation and a twinge of something, perhaps sorrow, in her expression as she climbed up the plank.  "There is beauty to find even on nights such as these."  He said, taking her hand, and studying her face.

Nevil smiled weakly. "Yes.  The moon is beautiful tonight.  Selune's presence is easy to feel. It was a nice service."  Inman turned to lead her below, but Nevil ran her thumb over the top of his hand in apology.  "Go ahead, love.  I will be down soon.  I want to spend a little time with the Still Mother." Inman nodded, leaned in for a soft kiss, and went below.

Nevil went to the little nook at the front of the ship that she and Atalaya had so frequently used for meditations.  She pulled her cloak around her and sat.  The rhythm of Rodrigo's steps on the deck as he paced back and forth on watch eased Nevil into a state of stillness and meditations with Eledith.  

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Atalaya and Vasilya shepherded Cirilli down the steps to the living deck of the Hond Ebrath.  The trio had been silent as they made their way back to the ship.  The night's quietness and the soft light from Selune covering the town was a sharp contrast to the cries and screams and clash of weapons from the night before.  The broken glass of Selune’s orbs had been cleaned away during the day.  New globes rested on the pillars around the temple area, their light renewed when the moon had reached its zenith.  Cirilli paused briefly before entering the stairway and gazed towards the town silently taking in the soft azure glow over the town.  Then she allowed Vasilya to guide her down the stairs.

“I’m glad you found those children,” Cirilli said in a sad voice.  “Being chained in cages with almost no light is terrible.”  She stopped at the bottom of the stairs, and looked at the two of them, tears making trails down her cheeks.  “What happens to them now?”

Atalaya pulled her into her arms, hugging her tightly for a moment and then holding her loosely to her side.  “Those with families go back to them.  Mother Tali also said that those who have no parents or other family to take them will be cared for by the temple here.”  Atalaya could feel the slight tremors through Cirilli’s body as her ward leaned against her.  “Let’s sit a bit on the couches, sweetheart.”  Directing her gaze to Vasilya she spoke to Vasilya.  “Vaz, would you make us some tea for us?  Something soothing.”

“Do you want me to ask Nevil for some of her Nightcap?”

Atalaya scanned the common area, but didn’t see any sign of either Inman or Nevil.  “I think they might have already headed to bed.  Perhaps if they answer a light knock, but otherwise maybe just some of my evening tea.”

Vasilay nodded and headed towards Nevil’s door.

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Atalaya helped Cirilli climb onto one of the hanging couches, pulled her back into her arms and covered them with a blanket that had been left on the back of the couch.  She sat there seeking words to make everything better and realizing that she didn’t know any.  Sighing, she stroked Cirilli’s hair, easing her head onto her shoulder.  

“What if the children have no family and don’t want to go to the church?  What then?  Maybe they don’t want to have anything to do with the gods?”  Cirilli pulled back so that she could look directly into Atalaya’s eyes.  “What then?  Will they have to become clerics?”

Atalaya looked startled.  “Why would you think they had to become clerics?  Many orphans are taken in by many different temples.  Some may choose to remain there and take vows, but most I think, learn a trade and make their own way in the world once they are grown and ready.”

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Inman slowly walked down the stairs to the deck below.  His steps were heavy, his body tired, but he smiled contentedly.  Inman saw Cirilli snuggling tight to Atalaya on the couches as he passed on his way to his room.  Boz had just finished knocking on the door, when Inman passed through the galley.  

"Nevil's praying above if you need her.  Unless I can help you?"

Boz turned, "Cirilli is... decompressing, and Atalaya was wondering if a cup of nightcap might help?"

Inman nodded with a concerned look as he opened the door, "of course.  These last few days were intense, and the kids… it's hard."   

Inman walked to the table as Boz followed him inside the cabin.  Opening the lid of a small box on the round table, he picked up the pouch of the nightcap and handed it to Boz. "Might not hurt to make a pot.  Nevil said she'd be down in a bit.  She's... decompressing too.”

“It has been a hard couple of days, hasn’t it?  I’ll make a pot.  Sorrow might want some too.”  Boz cleared his throat.  “You okay?  And did you manage to contact any of your war wizards about what happened?  They should be told about what was happening here.”

"Tell you what, I'll make a pot.  You can tell Sorrow the tea is steeping."  Inman walked back into the galley, reaching for the kettle. "I feel really good actually.  Just disturbed." He set the stove alight, placed the full kettle on, and leaned against the counter.

"Yes, I sent letters by courier back north, we will be in Daggerford soon enough.  It might be worth a stop to hear how the War Wizards have reacted to my first set of letters.  We can update them in person, I suppose.  but that's worth a group discussion.”

“I’m glad you got the letters sent.  The way things are going I’m not sure that we will be seeing Riverport anytime soon.  Let’s hope the rest of the trip to Candlekeep goes smoothly.”  

Vasilya headed out of the room in front of Inman and headed in the direction of Atalaya’s voice.  Seeing his two girls cuddled up on a couch, he climbed up and settled himself on the other side of Cirilli. 

“Inman is making the Nightcap.  He says that Nevil is decompressing on the deck for a while, but will be down later.”  Seeing the dried tears on Cirilli’s face, he tried to wipe them away.  “My Little Warrior,” he murmured.  “It’s going to be alright.  Sister Tali will take care of the children that need homes, both the ones we found and those that the spirits left orphaned.  I spoke to Sister Cailtin before we left.  The guards and those from the temple took the heaviest casualties, but most of the families survived the cult’s attempts to take over the town.  Most of the children will be able to go back to their families.”  

The three sat, talking quietly as they waited for the water to boil and then for the tea to seep.  

It didn't take long.  Inman brought in a tray with cups, a sugar dish, and the still steeping tea.  Floral and sweat smelling wisps of steam trail from the opening of the pot.  Inman set it down on a vacant couch.  Seeing Boz attending to his family, he intuited that Sorrow may not have been invited, and went to softly knock.  Inman leaned his head into the door, a few knocks, and a minute of silence, the door cracked.  Sorrow was in his undergarments and the room was dark.  Inman offered, "cup of nightcap brother?"  Sorrow grinned, gesturing to his lack of attire, "please, If you don't mind."

Inman poured a cup and delivered it through the crack in the door.  Sorrow did not hesitate, he quaffed the scalding liquid in one breath, and deposited the cup back in Inman's hand.  Steam rolled out of his mouth, "Thank you."  Inman stood somewhat shocked as the door slowly closed and Sorrow could be heard flopping on the berth.

Inman poured the remaining cups and delivered them on the tray to his family of friends.

  Atalaya tested the strength of the Nightcap, looked at Cirilli and then handed her the mug.  “Here.  Drink this.  It’s a little strong, but I think it will help you sleep tonight.”  She watched as Cirilli obediently reached out her hand to grasp the mug.  Smelling the aroma of the nightcap she grimaced slightly.  “He added sugar to it,” encouraged Atalaya.  “It’s safe to drink it.”  Cirilli nodded and swallowed a large mouthful.  Looking surprised at the sweetness of the drink, she contentedly sipped it.  

Atalaya handed Vasilya both his and her mugs as she settled herself back on the couch.  Vaz handed her a mug, his eyebrow raised in question.  “Not something for everyday use, but I concede that this has been a very rough two days. I'm not trying to meditate and we are leaving this port as soon as Ivar is ready to do so.  I’m prescribing a single mug for each of us and then it’s time for bed.”

Cirilli looked nervous as Atalaya talked of bed.  “I don't think I want to sleep.  I’ll dream and ….”

Atalaya stroked her head lightly.  “No worries tonight.  Maybe Vaz will let you borrow his dreamcatcher tonight.  It will catch any bad dreams and only let the good ones through.”

“That’s an excellent idea.”  Vaz smiled at Atalaya over Cirilli’s head.  I’ll fetch it while you help her get ready for bed.  But first, we finish our drinks.”

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Atalaya guided her now sleepy ward to her cabin and searched through her chest for a clean sleeping gown and helped Cirilli into it, and then into her bed.  “Sleep yourself out.  We should be at sea in the morning and there is no set time you need to get up.”

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Vasilya hurried to his cabin and carefully removed his dreamcatcher from the wall above the bed.  He gently traced the webbing and carefully shook any dust from the feather.  With a quick look through the storage room he acquired a tack and a hammer to hang the dream catcher in Cirilli’s room.

He headed to the small table near Cirilli’s room and waited for Atalaya to indicate that it was safe to enter.  

A few light taps and the tack was in place and the dreamcatcher rested above Cirilli’s pillow.  “Sleep well,” Vasilya crooned as he kissed her brow.  “May all your dreams be pleasant.”

Cirilli grabbed his hand and pulled him back down, so she could whisper, “Thanks.  Thanks for sharing your dreamcatcher tonight.”  Her tongue loosened by the nightcap she had drunk added, “Atalaya can be your dreamcatcher tonight.”  She let go of his hand and immediately turned to her side and was asleep before the two adults had left the room.

“The two walked slowly to their room, Vasilya’s arm around Atalaya’s waist as he urged her along.  “So, I’m supposed to catch your dreams tonight.  What dreams are we going to have?”

Vaz smiled wickedly as his eyes gleamed in anticipation.  “Let’s find out.” 

Chapter 2: Sunrise

Inman half-awoke.  The light of morning warmed his skin and warm hues shown through his eyelids. Not wanting to open his eyes, his hands searched for Nevil.  But her side of the bed was empty.  He opened his eyes and found her pillow untouched, the sheets still tucked in on her side.  She never came to bed.

Inman hastily threw a shirt over his head, ran his hands through his hair and left the cabin.  He strode two steps at a time to the main deck above. The morning was beginning to wake with activity as the crew prepared to sail. Looking over the deck he found Annie pointing to the foredeck.

Inman found Nevil, asleep, slumped against the low railing, still wearing her vestments and clothes from the evening before,  her prayer cloth still held in both hands.  "Oh, Maggie."  He whispered. 

Inman sat beside her, leaned against the rail and pulled her over to his chest. Half-asleep, she groaned in protest, then breathed deep of his scent, and fell heavy back into sleep.  Inman watched the sunrise as he held her, playing with her hair.  Nevil finally stirred as the crew began to unroll the sails and raise them into the rigging.  za

Inman spoke softly, "Maggie, come to bed."  

Nevil groaned, "It's morning?"  

He whispered, "Afraid so, but the bed is still warm and we are about to cast off. Come on."

Nevil ached and she groaned as Inman helped her to her feet.  Sleeping against the hardwood with her neck cocked oddly did not help her remaining soreness from the battle at the temple.  She was stiff.  Inman ushered her down stairs, through the kitchen and into their room.  

Nevil sat on the bed and began to remove her vestments, handing them to an attentive Inman.  She worked on her boots while he found a night shirt in the chest at the foot of the bed.  Nevil worked on her remaining garments with her eyes closed.  The softness of the bed felt consuming and her body was happy to comply.

When she made her last stand, rising to slide out of her pants, she found herself in Inman's hands. He steadied her and looped the gown over her head.  He then guided her into bed, tucked her in, and climbed behind her to draw her close. 

Inman whispered in her ear, "I see you Maggie, I'm not blind. I know when you are not yourself."

With an exhaustion more than physical, Nevil spoke softly, "The wights... I couldn't..."

Inman cut her off, "Mmmm, no. Sleep first.  You're too tired to be any good to yourself. We will deal with it after brunch."

Nevil didn't have the energy to argue. She closed her eyes and tried not to remember.

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Tali's knees buckled as a specter pulled itself through her body. Cloth and flesh split as matter and spirit separated from the same space. The specter's distorted face shifted from ecstacy to determination to take its fill of another.  It locked eyes with Inman before pulling itself up a gravestone to launch itself into the air.

 

Inman drew his swords to prepare and looked over to Nevil. The two quickly inspected the condition of the other and exchanged strained expressions as the profanities of Boz and Sorrow punctuated the fall of Talia and the gravity of their situation.

Boz yelled to Nevil, "Above." Nevil raised her shield in reflex.  A large wraith fell upon her like a rush of water, trying again and again to slip past her defense with its icy touch.  A cool wind fell across Nevil's shoulder as a wispy shred of spectral mist found her.  Then a most pure pain shot down her arm and almost brought Nevil to her knees.

She gasped as her mind raced to center itself, "Pain, pain is good. Boz's drained wound earlier was nearly bloodless and numb, the flesh grey and waxy. Perhaps Eldeth has fortified my soul."

Nevil stood in defiance and took her opening. A surge of radiant light, traced down her bloody arm, and engulfed her mace as it slammed through the translucent mass above.  The air filled with shrieks, those of the wraith above and, unexpectedly, those of others nearby. 

Nevil looked over to find their source.  Tali's attacker raced towards Inman.  

 "I can't protect him if I am not beside him. But If I run to him I will be undefended."

Nevil looked to Boz and Sorrow who were engaged with their own challenges.

"We are on our own. This battle is taking too long. We have to drop them faster."

Nevil’s foe came again and again. Her muscles burned from holding a shield at full height.  The spirit was relentless, and fast, she could barely find openings to attack.

Then Sorrow's shouts cut through the battle. Nevil briefy looked over, Sorrow and Boz, bloody and engaged, both looked to their left, toward Inman.  The last two earthen clumps still swirling around Inman, fell from the sky, his swords clanged on the stone. Inman's body dropped. 

Boz and Sorrow looked to Nevil with grave looks and they reengaged their foes unable to help. 

"I can't heal them both and protect myself.  We are going to die and they know it too."

Nevil's heart pleaded as it all fell away, "Eldeth, save us..." 

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Inman matched his breathing with Nevil's and held her softly until he was sure she was asleep.

But while he waited, his own mind could replay only fragments of the event and Inman grew concerned. 

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The sky began to lighten as dawn approached.  Atalaya stirred restlessly breaking free of Vaz’s hold on her and waking both of them up.  “No, you can’t go yet,” Vasilya whispered in her ear.  “You are my dreamcatcher tonight and I’m still asleep.”

“Patently you are not,” Atalaya replied, her amusement evident in her tone.  “You are awake and talking.  I’ll just greet the day and then…”

“No,” repeated Vasilya.  “I need you in my arms to chase all my bad dreams away.  I selflessly gave Cirilli my dreamcatcher for the night.  So, you can just lay right here and catch any bad dreams that attempt to sneak into this room.”  He gathered her back in his arms and pulled her to him.  “That’s right, just rest here a bit.  The sun isn’t even up yet and we had a late night.”  His hand trailed down her back and back up to her neck.  When he felt her capitulation as she relaxed against him, he brought his fingers through her hair, finger brushing it as he untangled the night's knots from it. Within moments, he had drifted off again, mumbling about dreams, moonbeams and flying through the air on raven wings.  

Chapter 3: Morning

The sun shone in the porthole as the ship crashed through the waves, once again on its way south.  Vasilya carefully opened the small window and enjoyed the sounds of waves crashing against the ship and the sounds of the wind in the sails.  As he was about to lie back down, he saw a pelican rapidly turn and dive into the water.  When it surfaced it paddled happily as it swallowed the fish it had caught.  We could try a little fishing today.  It’s been a long time since we tried that.  But later.  I’m not ready to leave the cabin yet.  

He gazed at the sleeping woman next to him.  “Time to wake up, my love,” he whispered.  “The dreams have fled and the day has started.”  His hands gently coaxed Atalaya awake and into his arms.

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Much later, Atalaya finished buckling the last of her armor.  “You should rest up,” she told Vasilya.  “I’m going to belatedly greet the day, and then maybe do a few katas.  We can make some breakfast for everyone after that.  I won’t be that long,” she added when Vasilya pouted like a little boy.  Rolling her eyes, she gave him a peck on the cheek and then deftly maneuvered her way out of his grasp.  She closed the door quietly and bounded up the stairs.

Making her way to her chosen meditation spot, she noted Ivar and the crew at work but didn’t see any of her companions.  Cirilli was also absent, the crow’s nest holding only Kyle, who noticing her waved before turning his gaze back to the horizons. 

Atalaya, relaxed and energized by her morning exertions, easily slipped into a meditative state.    Allowing her stray thoughts to drift away, she opened herself to the energies moving around her as she contemplated the day ahead.  Refreshed, she pulled herself back into her body and slowly opened her eyes.  Picking up her sword, she made her way down to the main deck and began her structured warm up exercises.  Once those were finished she effortlessly moved into the first of the two handed longsword katas.  The dance took over her body as she moved through the form.  She then reversed her hands and let her off hand lead the sword work.  She worked through each kata in a similar manner, feeling the building exuberance as she progressed through the forms.  She was again in a trance state long before she finished the last of the katas.  She bowed deeply as she completed the last form and sank to her knees offering her sword to one unseen by those watching.  

Slowly the world returned, the sounds of the ship and the sea calling her back into her body.  Standing she swayed slightly.   She made her way to the water barrel and drank deeply from the ladle attached to the barrel.  Having shaken off the lingering effects of her workout, she decided that she was hungry and that it was definitely time to start making break

Chapter 4: Late Breakfast 

Atalaya made her way down to the galley, ready to get a late breakfast ready.  As she made  her way down the stairs the quiet voices of Vasilya and Cirilli could be heard along with the clatter of spatulas and other cooking sounds.  Leaving the stairwell she saw the two of them hard at work.  The smells of sausage and biscuits and bacon filled the small space.

Inman quietly closed the door behind himself.  He was happy to see breakfast in full swing.  Dodging the busied movements of Cirilli and Boz in the small galley, Inman grabbed a fist full of mugs, the pitcher of coffee and headed for the table.  He almost ran into Atalaya as he turned the corner.  "I'll set the table, relax and have a seat.”

Sorrow poked his head out of his cabin, and came to sit at the table.  His hair and clothes were still disheveled.  Inman set the mugs down and started pouring coffee.  "Nice to have a late rise isn't it?"  Sorrow's lazy grasp of the hot mug and long stare said it all.  Inman passed Atalaya again, reached over Cirilli who was cooking, and started a second pot of coffee before grabbing plates and silverware and heading back to the table.

Atalaya gathered the loaded platter with bacon and a bowl of cut up melon to place on the table as she sidled past Vasilya and Inman.  Placing the bacon in front of Sorrow, she cast a warning glare at him.  “Leave some for the rest of us, please.”

Sorrow pulled his gaze from the coffee and nodded.  Then as the bacon smell made its way past his coffee-filled senses he gazed at her gave her a wink and added, “Better hurry though, or the pickings might be rather sparse.”’

Atalaya laughed as she made her way back to the galley.  Vasilya had just placed the casserole on the stovetop and handed her the hotpads.  “This is ready, the biscuits are about to be ready.  Cirilli and I will bring them.  Why don’t you sit down after you take this out.”  Looking around he shifted slightly and ran his hand over her backside as she turned to return to the table.  Hands full, Atalaya rolled her eyes as she made her way out of the galley.

“Cirilli and Vaz’s breakfast casserole,” she announced as she placed it on the table.

Inman took his time with his coffee, serving himself last.  Thinking he was being subtle, he took a small hunk of melon and passed it under the table.  On a glance across the table, Cirilli caught a mischievous grin from Inman and watched him. 

Inman sipped his coffee. Then he broke off a small bit of biscuit and passed it as well.  When he looked up, he found Cirilli's eyes and realized he'd been caught.

Inman smiled, reached for a long piece of bacon and grinned at Cirilli while he ate it.  Cirilli felt a tickle at her leg.  Looking down Nigel almost smiled at her and he began cleaning himself.

Inman asked, "How is everyone feeling this morning?  Boz have you fully recovered?”

Boz smiled, his gaze turned inward.  “The rocking of the ship is different from the movement of my vardo, but I’m starting to like it.”  His gaze fell on Atalaya.  “And somehow, I managed to convince Atalaya to remain past dawn today.”

Atalaya’s blush was instant and brightly covered her cheeks.

Inman, noting Cirilli’s full attention on Nigel, who was hesitantly pawing her clothes, asking permission to climb her shirt, he chuckled at Atalaya’s expense. "You're right.  It's silly of me to ask.  I have no doubt Atalaya has inspected every inch of you for wounds."

If possible, Atalaya blushed deeper, hearing Inman’s words.  She brought her coffee mug up to take a long swig of her highly sweetened drink.  

Inman refilled his coffee, "I'm afraid I had the opposite problem."  With a concerned expression, "Nevil fell asleep on deck last night.  I think while praying.  I brought her down at sunrise.”

Atalaya looked up in concern.  “Is she okay?  That’s not like her.  Has she woken?”

Inman sighed, I don't know.  She said something about the battle at the temple, but I sent her to bed. She looked exhausted."

Inman palmed his mug out of a concerned habit.

"At this point I think she's only slept a couple of hours.  I was going to let her sleep as long as she wanted.”

“Good plan. We have nothing that has to be done today.  The next few days should be easy sailing as we make our way down the coast.  I did some kata work this morning after I finally got up.  I think I’m just going to work on arrow maintenance and maybe draw a little.  Any plans for the rest of you?” 

Sorrow grinned, "Can't decide but I am feeling frisky." 

Inman shrugged, "Well dishes first, then I have several letters to write, some studying to do, but really no plans until Maggie wakes."  Inman looks for Boz and Cirilli’s answer.

Cirilli looked around the table.  “I thought that since we are at sea, I’d be practicing with Nevil today.  I guess I can read some and maybe see if there is something I can do on deck to help out.  Oh, and I can do some of the strengthening exercises on my own.  She looked at Vasilya.  “What about you?”

“I was thinking about just relaxing today.  But if you are all going to be virtuous, I do have the lessons to practice that Madrina and Vinique have given me.  And I plan to cheer on anyone who is practicing their sword skills, he said smiling at Cirilli and Atalaya.  “Really, you already did your katas for the day?  I should have gotten up earlier.”

“You were up early enough,” Atalaya said with a smile.

Sorrow, stood up, "well Nevil may not be up, but that will not save you."  Sorrow playfully slammed both hands on the table, and leaned hard across its surface toward Cirilli. " I challenge you to a contest of blades, Cirilli! Do you accept?!"

Cirilli jumped a bit as Sorrow’s hands slammed on the table.  “I… ah...l…”  she looked over at Atalaya.  “Can I?  Without Nevil’s permission?”

“I think you can accept it.  But perhaps you should wait for her to awaken before starting the contest.  Sorrow fights with a rapier.  That’s a bit different from shortsword work.  And I promised to stay out of your sword training while you were her student.”

Cirilli nodded thoughtfully.  Then turned to Sorrow.  “I accept your challenge, but must wait for my master before initiating it.”  She looked at him thoughtfully.  “Perhaps you would like to race the decks with me while we wait.  I think that I can complete ten circuits around the ship before you.”

Sorrow looked with feigned disappointment to both the women, "Who said anything about a rapier? I was a student of the master too, you know. I can handle a shortsword well enough.  Anyway, I didn't say anything about a lesson, it's just play." 

Sorrow feigned a serious tone, "Only after a robust warm up and self-study of forms."

He relaxed, "but we can wait if you insist.”

“Please, Atalaya!  He said he would fight with a shortsword.  You can monitor me.  Please!.  I’ve never seen Sorrow use a shortsword.  I can take him.  It’s not like I was going off to fight an enemy.”

Atalaya threw up her hands.  “On your head be it, then.  Have your fun, but as you most definitely will have to do a ‘robust’ warm up and work your way through the first kata for shortswords several times.”  A soft “and perhaps that will give Nevil enough time to get up and eat before you get yourself and me into trouble,” was added under her breath.  Vasilya heard her though and quirked an eyebrow.  “That you are using practice swords goes without saying, of course.”

Sorrow looked very pleased and he teased, "Good, go grab your stuff. we don't want to get caught."

Sorrow glowed with mischief.  "If Nevil has a problem with it, just tell her it was my idea.  I do have a reputation for corrupting minors." Sorrow walked to his cabin, "Anyway, you know, she's probably going to trounce me.”

Cirilli looked down at her plate, grabbed the last bacon strip on it and stuffed it into her mouth as she picked her dishes up and took them to the galley.  Then she almost skipped to her room, to put her practice armor on and to gather her equipment.  Her head peaked out her door and she asked, “wooden swords for the fight, but my real one for the forms, right?”

Atalaya smiled.  “That’s right.  Your own sword when you do katas or forms as Nevil calls them.”

Cirilli nodded, closed her door and continued pulling on pieces of armor.  

Atalaya smiled evilly at Sorrow.  “You best borrow some practice armor for yourself.  She hits hard.”

Sorrow grinned widely watching Cirilli gallop off.  He looked at the others, "The Master also knew when we needed breaks.  And she needs to play today."

Inman nodded, “I got dishes.  Go, wear each other out.”

Sorrow downed the remainder of his coffee and went to prepare for his beating.

Atalaya watched Sorrow disappear and turned to Inman.  “Perhaps I should do the dishes and you can shepherd the bout.  Nevil will probably give you more leeway than she would me for this little ‘break’.   

Inman, stabbed a large hunk mellon with a fork and bit pieces off as he spoke.  "I can, if you insist.  Though honestly, they are fine on their own.  You know Sorrow wouldn't let anything happen to her and he is skilled in his own right.  I mean kids play with practice swords." 

Inman looked back in the direction of the galley, wondering about Maggie, "Really, I'm waiting for Nevil to wake.  I'm more worried about her."

Sorrow came out of his room, ready to go.  His hair was tied back and shirt tucked in.  Cirilli readied faster than a king's guardsman.  Her arms full of equipment, she dashed up the stairs. "Come on Sorrow!"

"Almost ready!" He called back as he began to root around in the equipment closet, pulling out practice swords and padded armour.

Atalaya smiled with amusement at Cirilli’s eagerness.  She eyed Sorrow critically.  He trained with the Master.  He trained with Elaria, ran through her mind.  Let them have their fun.

Chapter 5: Mystery

Inman turned back around, "Boz, I didn't want to ask in front of Cirilli.  I mean we've seen plenty of shit in the last few days, but Nevil's been really quiet since that temple battle, and she mentioned it specifically this morning before I sent her to bed."

Inman looked concerned, "I have this gap in my memory. I remember the battle was fucking hard and we were all pretty bloody.  Then Tali fell. We had all separated and were fighting our own foes.  I took a hard hit from that specter that dropped Tali.  Next, I was standing up from the ground, the Specter was fleeing, and I was feeling as good as new.  But Nevil was still fifty or sixty paces away.  What happened? What am I not remembering?"

Boz put down his fork as he frowned at Inman.  “I thought I was just dreaming that.”  He thought for a minute before continuing.  “It was a really hard fight.  I remember thinking that we were taking a bad beating and needed to get out of there, or if we couldn’t shake them, that we needed to lead them back to the ship where we would have reinforcements.  We needed more ranged attackers to keep them off us. It felt as if my life drained out of me whenever one of those things touched me.  I also remember wishing that the sending stones allowed for more than one message per day.”  

He thought for a bit longer. Slowly, as if searching his memory for more details he added, “I remember fighting for our lives against more of those spectors and wraiths.  After we killed Zarius it seemed like they multiplied exponentially.  We had been sort of holding our own until then.  The next thing I remember is that a number of them suddenly flew away and then we only had one or two to defeat.   We were able to do that pretty quickly.  And maybe I had been healed up by someone.  Tali?  Nevil?  Sorrow?  I don’t actually remember that part.”

Atalaya looked at the two men, the blood draining from her face.  “You didn’t tell me it had gotten that bad that night.”  Her eyes bored into Vaz’s.  “Anything else you forgot to tell me about?”  Looking around she added, “Any of you?  Sorrow, get out here!”  Fear, anger and worry rolled off her as she tried to steady her breathing and heart rate.  

Sorrow looked whipped, set down the wood swords, and just stood there to take her heat.  The padded armour unstrapped lay open diagonally across his chest.  Though even if it was fastened the wound would have hurt the same.

Inman looked shocked and set down his fork.  Looking at Boz, who stood up rapidly to address Atalaya, "Well, shit.  I assumed you would have said something to her."  

Boz's glare shot daggers at Inman, who immediately felt guilty for throwing him under the cart wheel twice.  

Boz turned to plead with Atalaya, "Iubita, I didn't know what to say… In part, I'm not sure what was real.  The only thing I know is the battle was awful, and I can't explain what happened."

Inman added, hoping to improve Boz's odds, "I can see how it could be confused with a dream.  It doesn't make sense and my head is foggy.”

All eyes turned to Atalaya, and begged forgiveness.

Boz looked between Atalaya and Inman, his eyes pleading for understanding.  “Iubita, I did say that it was a rough fight.  I … I didn’t want you to worry and parts of it still don’t make sense.  Something did happen but I didn’t know what it was or how to describe it.”    Shifting his gaze back to Inman and Sorrow he added, “I didn’t know… or maybe I don’t remember… Tali going down.  The fighting got really crazy there for a bit.  I couldn’t keep track of what anyone was doing but myself.   I think that I thought that the sudden healing came from her if it really happened.”  Reaching for Atalaya’s hand he added softly in Gurish, “I didn’t want you to worry about something I wasn’t sure happened.”

Atalaya responded in Gurish, “I wish you had told me, Iubit.”  

She turned to Sorrow, “So what is your take on all this?  Did you almost die too, and then was miraculously healed?  And Nevil?”

“I should never have let you all go off alone that night. I knew better, but Cirilli and I wanted to arrange a special dinner for everyone…”  

Sorrow relaxed a bit, but he still looked concerned. "No, I was lucky, but the battle did turn, and not in our favor.  It was chaotic, but from what I remember, Tali fell first..."  He looked gravely to Inman, "then Inman fell too... The only healer still conscious was Nevil and none of us were able to get to you." 

"But something happened, Inman and Talia got up at the same time, and in fighting form.  Then Tali saved our butt's by turning several of the spirits."

Inman looked confused, "but Nevil doesn't have that power.  She has to touch you to perform healing.”

Boz sat back down and pulled Atalaya into his lap.  “That doesn’t make sense, we were all fighting our own undead creatures at that time. I’m not sure exactly where everyone was, except maybe you, Inman.  You definitely were not near anyone, you were way over on the side near the street.  We weren’t in touching distance, even if we could have disengaged from our fights to get to each other, even to just douse them with a healing potion.”  

The tension in Boz’s body lessened as he realized that Atalaya had finally relaxed enough to rest her head against his shoulder.  “It wasn’t Tali that healed us?”  Boz sounded bewildered.  “Maybe Nevil has been granted a new type of healing from Eldath?  It must be a really strong grant if it was able to do that much all at once.” 

Inman sighed and looked more concerned.  "I think we are just going to have to wait to hear what Nevil remembers."

Cirilli shouts down the stairs, "Sorrow should I start without you?"

Sorrow nodded, "Try not to all jump her when she wakes, at least give her coffee first... or tea."  He picked up the equipment and headed up the stairs. 

“Have fun with Cirilli, but please keep her safe.  I don’t think I can handle any more near death notifications today.”  Atalaya attempted to lighten comment, but it ended up sounding more like a plea. 

Atalaya caught Inman’s gaze.  “I think that you should have the chance to speak with Nevil first.  But please, once you two have talked it out, let the rest of us know what Nevil thinks happened.  Maybe we left Somerset too soon?”  Suddenly Atalaya’s eyes widened.  “What if Selune intervened?  You were fighting on land sacred to her, after all.”

Inman stood up and began to clear the table.  With a playful and warm expression, "Did you really think there was a chance I wouldn't have been first?  And yeah, we'll let you know."  

Atalaya laughed weakly.  “Never thought it would be otherwise, friend.”

Stacking plates and silverware, "Selune's influence is a strong possibility. Tali did fall in her service.  But divine intervention... that's something you only hear about."  

Before Inman turned to take a stack of dishes to the galley, "Go have fun with Cirilli.  The key word being, fun. But save a little energy for the afternoon, Nevil can't sleep all day."

Inman finished the dishes and dried his hands, draping the dish towel on a nail.  He placed his ear on the door to their room, listening for activity.  All he could make out was the activity above, dotted with squeals and stomps.  

He smiled to himself as he slowly opened the door and went to check on Nevil.  She was deeply asleep, her face peaceful, her breathing slow and regular.  Caught in a moment Inman reached to move the stray hair from her otherwise perfect face, but he hesitated.  I'd hate to wake her.  Patience brother.

Inman walked to his pack and pulled out a rolled leather scroll case, a journal, and his quill set.  He spread them out on the round table near the bed and he began to write letters to colleagues, updating them on his findings regarding Zarius and his concerns for the realm.  Between thoughts, and often when dipping the quill, Inman glanced to watch Maggie.

Chapter 6:  Playtime!

Atalaya heard the door to Nevil and Inman’s room open and close.  Quiet settled over the room as Atalaya remained within the shelter of Vaz’s arms.  Her hand rested over his heart as she felt it beating.  “You hold my heart, Vaz.  If you were killed, I don’t think I would ever be whole again.”  She silently counted the heartbeats under her hand.  “I … You…”  Atalaya struggled to find the words for her feelings.  “It hurts me to think of you hurt, overwhelmed by foes and that I wasn’t there to help you.”  She pushed herself upright, removing her hand from his chest and added in a much more self assured manner, “So, no more almost getting killed when I’m not there to protect you.”

Standing up, she started moving towards their cabin.  “I’m going to get my arrows and fletching gear and then let’s go up to watch Cirilli and Sorrow play.  They should be through their warm-up soon and ready to start their katas.  I think I would like to see Sorrow performing them.  It’s easy to forget that he also studied with Master Elaria.”  

Vasilya nodded as he walked beside her, opening the door to their room for her.  He picked up his own quiver as Atalaya picked up her tools and other needed items.  

Just before leaving the room, Vaz pulled Atalaya into his arms and held her tightly.  Whispering in her ear he said, “I may be keeping your heart for you, but remember, you hold mine now and always.”   Stepping back he reached for both quivers and her bag of tools.  “Let’s see what Cirilli and my brother are up to.”

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On the main deck, Vasilya quickly set up the hammock setup that Nevil had taught them to make.  After spreading the blanket over the hammock he assisted Atalaya into position, her materials within easy reach before climbing in himself.  Their attention focused on Sorrow and Cirilli, as they finished the last of their exercises.

“Now let's run the ship,” begged Cirilli.

Sorrow nodded, but a sly grin passed over his face. "Ten laps but with a twist.  This is an exercise in energy management.  Lap me and you get a point.  

The running ends when the first of us finishes ten laps, but chose your pace wisely, because we will move directly into a sparring match. Any blade to body contact is worth a point.  The entire top deck of the ship is fair game for sparing.  Be mindful of the crew.  Boz will judge penalty points for interference. The winner is the first to earn ten points. As there will be sparing at the end, this also means we run in armor."  Sorrow's tail swished with anticipation. "Questions? Thoughts?”

Cirilli’s brow frowned a bit as she worked her way through Sorrow’s terms.  “One bout of sparring after the run?”

Sorrow laughed out loud, "let me hear you say that when we are done. But yes, only one before we rest.  We’ll see where it goes after that.”

Alright, but you have to be running too.  No walking so that you are rested when the sparring begins.  And we must each touch the bow sprint and the back ballista on each circuit.

Sorrow feigned offense, "I would never dream of cheating. Good then we are..." Sorrow didn't wait and sprinted to the bow, taking steps two at a time.  His pace wasn't slowing.

Cirilli laughed as she began to run, slowing slightly as she caught up with him, staying just behind his heels.  They headed up the steps to the poop deck and towards the ballista.  Ivar’s stare followed them as they slapped their hands on the weapon and headed towards the bow of the ship.  Cirilli tried to decide whether Sorrow was pacing himself or holding back and then realized she had never seen him do any sustained running before.  

Sorrow, sprinted for a full circuit, and Cirilli took the bait.  She proudly passed him and got about a half lap ahead.   Then Sorrow slowed from a sprint to the pace of a fast march, enough to get the heart pumping but not enough to suffer.  Cirilli paid for her early exuberance, as she struggled to keep ahead of Sorrow.  However by the sixth circuit Cirilli realized she didn't have to win, she just didn't want Sorrow to lap her.  She wisely slowed her pace and even let Sorrow pass her.  By the time Sorrow finished the tenth lap, Cirilli was right behind.  Both were breathing hard when they picked up their practice swords, but both had managed to avoid exhaustion.  

Steam curled off Sorrow’s brow. "Well done, but now the fun begins.  Sorrow ran with sword in hand to claim the high ground of the foredeck as Cirilli stood shocked.  He teased playfully, "this is a pirate ship my dear, act like it!”

Cirilli muttered a curse under her breath, realizing that Sorrow wasn’t going to be fighting according to any of the rules she had been following with Nevil.  I’m going to get hit, but I need to get on the same level as he is.  I don’t think he will follow me back down to this deck.  Taking a deep breath she rushed the steps, swinging for his legs as she neared him.  [To hit: 19, Damage: 5]

Smiling with delight when she felt her practice blade slap against his leg armor, she pushed past him gaining the deck.  Staying in melee, she quickly turned to face him, and attacked again. [To hit: 16, Damage: 6]

She connected with his torso this time, a solid hit she thought.  Moving into a defensive position she braced herself for Sorrow’s next move.

Vaz, having climbed the wall and scooting around to the ship’s wheel, hoping to stay safe, called out, “Two points for Cirilli.”

Sorrow grabbed his side, his voice was convincing, but his smirk betrayed him, "Ow, damn, you're hitting hard! I thought we said ‘for play’!"  Sorrow's attempt at acting to feign sympathy fell flat. (performance check 1). Cirilli didn't hesitate.  When she ran past him she took charge of the open space on the poop deck, Sorrow was inconveniently confined at the top of the stairs.  When Cirilli pressed the advantage, she didn't expect Sorrow to allow himself to willingly fall down the stairs.  As such her blade fell short and high.  Sorrow lightly struck her forearm before flipping backwards down the stairs. (attack 15, acrobatics check 24). 

Quite pleased with himself, Sorrow grinned from ear to ear.  "Nevil didn't teach you that, did she."  Cirilli followed and the two circled on the center deck.  

Cirilli taunted him, “Running away are you?”  She started to shift back slightly, making a quick slash at his thigh and missing.  [To hit: 10-miss]

Swearing under her breath she feinted another leg shot and then quickly reversed her target to his chest, smiling broadly when her blow landed solidly against his practice gambeson, though she pulled back some of the force just before hitting him.  He’s pulling his blows, I better do the same.  [To hit:19-hit]

Smiling evilly she taunted, “Three to one now Sorrow.”  Cirilli  continued to draw him towards the mast as the two continued to test each other’s patience and look for openings to exploit.  

Sorrow's eyes made anticipating his intended movement harder.  That moment of uncertainty was enough for a quick lunge and light tap to Cirilli's rib. "3-2, my dear." (attack 24).

Cirilli darted behind the mast and tried to surprise him by racing around to come up behind him.  She was shocked to find him patiently waiting for her.  He easily blocked both her attacks, neatly defecting her sword both times.  (still 3-2 Cirilli’s favor)   

Cirilli Round 3

Attack one:  13 miss

Attack two:  11  miss

Sorrow goaded her, "You're going to have to be faster than that.  Come on."  Sorrow tried to lunge again, but Cirilli easily deflected.  He circled wide, positioning himself over by the side stays.  (attack 8)

Cirilli laughed.  “Right you are, Sorrow!  How’s this?”  She rushed in with two wild swings. “Take that!  No pirates allowed here!” she cried as she attempted to hit him.  However, both attacks were easily countered by Sorrow.  She quickly spun around behind him, readying her defensive for his next blow. [To hit 10 and 8-misses]

Sorrow attempted his best pirate accent, "I rule this ship lass..." Cirilli's defense caught Sorrow's blade, but he sidestepped and rolled the blade atop hers, pushing her blade down while the point of his gently slid into her gut. [to hit: 19]  The two parted quickly and Sorrow continued and I have not yet begun to tire." (C:3, S:3)

“Never!” cried Cirilli.  “I’ll defend our ship and our Captain with my life!”  Cirilli quickly darted  left and then right as she whipped her sword at his upper arm, smacking it with a controlled blow before pulling back slightly as making a stabbing motion at his gut.  “Who said I was tiring?” she quipped as she danced away and to her defensive posture up again.  (C:5  S:3)

Vaz leaned against the railing of the poop deck, watching their play.  Atalaya had put down her arrow work and joined him, a smile crossing her face.  “She is holding her own for now,” Vaz told her.  “But my brother is full of tricks.”  

Atalaya mock glared at him, “You are not cheering for Cirilli?”  Her question was filled with equal parts of amusement and threat.  “Did you not just hear her?  She defends the ship from evil pirates.”

Cirilli Round 5

Attack 1:  22

Attack 2:  22

Sorrow looked delighted with Cirilli’s feist.  "That’s the fire I like to see!"  He tapped her blade to the side and maneuvered to study her form.  She's getting pretty good. 

Sorrow's dirty pirate impression continued, "If you can take the heat lass, you might be more than just a pretty face." Sorrow tapped her blade again and again, setting the expectation of another, then a great stomp with a heavy blade beat, Cirilli’s blade cast wide enough for Sorrow to step into her blade pace, spin around, bring his blade behind his body and gently into her gut as he controlled her arm.  The effect was face to face, almost as though Cirilli was hugging Sorrow.  He smiled with all the charm he could muster, "too hot lass?"  [to hit 21] (C:5  S:4)

“You are good, Sir Pirate,” Cirilli admitted, somewhat resignedly.  But then grinning as she deftly disengaged and swung again at his sword arm rapped him with enough force to firmly announce the hit she added, “But then, so am I!”  Shifting slightly, she attacked again, only to be met by his blade firmly as he caught and swept her blade aside.  “You shall never take my ship foul Pirate!!”  (C:6   S:4)

Cirilli Round 6

To hit: 15

To hit:  6

With Cirilli’s blade beat to the side, Sorrow dramatically stepped forward with a lunge to her flank, it hit softly and slid between her chest and her arm.  He grabbed her gently with his other arm, their embrace almost looked like they were dancing, the practice sword ran to the hilt as though Sorrow had run her through. Sorrow feigned worry, "my best hits barely make a scratch.  What power is this?!"  He wailed. [to hit 18] (C:6   S:5)

Cirilli squeaks as Sorrow pretended to drive the sword through her lower torso.  She squirmed and pushed to disengage from him.  She had difficulty getting any leverage to break away.  Twisting again, she finally managed to break his hold on her arm and move away from him.  She began circling him looking for any breaks in his defense, but not seeing any.  (C:6  S:5)

Cirilli Round 7

Disengage Action

Sorrow lowered his wooden blade as Cirilli retreated and stumbled a few paces away.  He tried to look as inflated and pompous as possible, "You've got a burning spirit too young lass.  Care to join my crew?  We could plunder the seas together!"

Cirilli took this as an opportunity and ran at Sorrow, “Never!”

But as soon as she started her attack Sorrow ran to narrow the gap as well.  In fact he ran close to her and kept going, striking upward to block her blade, then continuing the sweeping path of the blade, up over his shoulder and across his back.  The effect was that Cirilli was tapped in the chest with Sorrow's blade as he ran past her.  She turned in surprise, "What was that?!" [to hit 21]

Sorrow broke character, half apologizing and gesturing with his blade, "I admit, not practical or very pirate-like but I got a point. Six-Six , my dear.”

Cirilli danced away from Sorrow.  “You’ll never defeat me!  And we’ll soon see you bound over to the nearest city guard!”  Cirilli kept her patter up while she carefully maneuvered Sorrow so that he was facing into the sun.  Taking the gamble that sun would give her a slight edge she quickly  feinted and then swatted his leading thigh.  “You don’t really need that leg, do you?” she queried.  She quickly followed up with another slash to his torso.  “Hmm… I think that makes it Eight to Six, Sir Pirate.”  Cirilli quickly wiped the sweat off her brow as she looked for her next opening.,  

 Cirilli: Round 8

To hit:  16

To hit:  22

Sorrow fell to one knee, and pretended to look pained.  "My only good leg!" He shrieked.  Sorrow defended himself masterfully from his knees as Cirilli circled his position.  "I'm not dead yet, lass!"  A fencer's strategy showed, the change in height disoriented Cirilli. Several times she approached to strike, but Sorrow' angle of attack had her retreat to rethink.  Half laughing, clearly enjoying the chaos, he began aiming for her leading toe.  Cirilli had never seen anything so ridiculous with swordwork. Sorrow's blade made contact with her foot.  "Soon you'll be hobbling like me!" [to hit 21] (C:8  S:7)

“Hey! Sir Pirate!  Watch my toes!”  Cirilli called out between her laughs.  She circled the kneeling tiefling, wondering just how to get through his raised sword.  The angles were all wrong.  Cirilli made a random strike without any expectations of hitting anything hoping to get an idea for her next attack.  

           Sorrow easily deflected her blow.  His laughter taunted as he watched, knowing a second attack was imminent.  His tail twitched as he tried to anticipate where she would strike.

            Atalaya and Vaz stood watching the bout, the arrows lying forgotten on the makeshift hammock.  Atalaya winced as Cirilli’s wild blow was so easily caught and turned by Sorrow.  While cheering for Cirilli she made a mental note to talk with Nevil.  We need to start varying target heights.    

            Cirilli swung through her missed blow swinging around and throwing another wild slash, this time a Sorrow’s back.  She completely missed his back but the blade headed straight towards his tail.  

With a cry of outrage, the tail dived under the sword.  “Hit my tail you merchant scum and walking my ship’s plank you shall be,” the pirate promised.  His face contorted with his effort to keep from laughing.  

Cirilli stumbled as a larger than usual wave crashed into the side of the boat.  Cirilli scrambled back trying to prepare for Sorrow’s next attack.  “Just try and make me,” she called out, her laughter ringing loudly,  making getting her breath back difficult. 

Cirill Round 9

To hit:  8 miss

To hit:  8 miss

  (C: 8,  S: 7)

Sorrow was laughing so hard he fell over on all fours while Cirilli was bent over her knees. His sides ached, "This power you have lass, it's too much.  I may die of laughter."  Sorrow rolled his sword across the deck, "I yield. My fate is for you to decide.”

Cirilli watched the sword slide towards her.  “I accept your surrender, foul Pirate.  And you are already on your knees, shall you now beg for your life?”  Cirilli burst into another round of laughter as she grabbed his swords and stood, walking over to him.  Giving him a dub on each shoulder, sort of like a knighting, she smirked as she added, “Swear to lead a more lawful life and rise once you do so.”  Stepping back she held his sword out him waiting for Sorrow to stop laughing long enough to say anything. 

Sorrow collected himself as he sat on his feet, kneeling before Cirilli, he put his hands on his thighs and looked earnestly up at the teen.  "You are indeed merciful.  I swear I shall lead a more lawful life."  Cirilli smiled broadly as Sorrow stood, hugging her from the side.  He looked down to her, "I mean, slightly more lawful, that's a pretty low bar for a pirate.”

Cirilli rolled her eyes at Sorrow’s teasing.  “Come on, I’m thirsty.  You should be too.  Let’s get some water.”  

Chapter 7: Nevil Wakes

It was nearly lunch when Nevil stirred.  She slowly opened her eyes. Inman had spread out several papers, each secured from disruption with cups and candlesticks.  He was intently writing, taking notes, and cross referencing the items in front of him.  

As Nevil woke, she became increasingly aware of a very warm and very soft bunch of fir under her chin.  Nigel was nesting, apparently holding watch for her to wake, the small rat stretched and sniffed her breath, the wiskers tickled her lips.  Inman immediately noticed and looked up.

"Traitor," she whispered to the rat who scurried across the floor and up the small rope trail to his basket nest hanging from the rafters.

Nevil smiled and rolled on her side to face Inman. "Having him watch me while you work?"

The calm in her voice soothed Inman's worry. He set down his quill, stood, and crawled into the bed beside her. Speaking softly, "I wanted to be the first to greet you today."  

Nevil rolled to face him, resting her head on his chest. "What were you working on?"

Inman shifted to a comfortable spot, "Writing to update my colleagues on our findings in Somerset." A purr rolled through Inman's chest, "but that can wait.  You're awake, and this is where I want to be."  

He traced lazy circles on her shoulder as they both thought to themselves.  Then Nevil sighed, "How late is it?" 

Inman chuckled, "almost noon. They are all on deck watching Sorrow and Cirilli play fight.  He challenged her to a contest of blades.  As best as I can tell from down here, it's a lot of laughing and stomping."

Nevil was quiet.

"Maggie, are you alright?  It's clear something is bothering you and we all know something unusual happened at the temple."

Nevil sighed as her fingers played with his shirt, "I couldn't see a way to save us all. If I could have gotten to Tali, maybe the rest of us would have survived.  But you were dying, and we'd all have died without her."

Inman held Nevil tightly, "That’s a hard place to be," he whispered.

Nevil continued, pausing to breathe and calm herself, "I called to her but once, The Holy Mother of Peace, she came.  I agreed to her conditions without hesitation, and she healed or raised both you and Tali.  It was Tali that turned the spirits and saved us."

Knowing Gods can demand anything for favors, Inman's heart almost stopped.  "Maggie, what were her conditions?"

Nevil's eyes watered as she spoke, "she only compelled me to be a better servant.  Though, now… I mean maybe I always was… I am forbidden from intentionally harming or raising a weapon against another, unless in the direct and immediate defense of life.” 

Nevil breathed deeply, “She has further commanded me to make a pilgrimage and to sacrifice the broken weapons of those who have parted from their violent ways."

Inman breathed deeply in relief, "Oh Maggie, I can see how that's pretty overwhelming.  But a finger wag from a God, it could be much worse."

Nevil tried to laugh as she worked to stay calm, "It's not that simple, I thought I was already walking the path that honored her wishes, but now... I mean shit... we're taking on the Red wizards and a death cult. They will not hesitate to kill us... What if I hesitate and it gets one of you killed?  What if I can't walk this path as she commands?”

 Nevil sighed deeply, "I have so many questions and I feel such an urgency to find the answers."

For a moment, neither knew what to say. They simply held each other as the ship rose and fell.  Then Inman rolled over Nevil to look directly in her eyes, "Maggie, I'm not a religious man, but it seems like Eldeth would understand if you needed time to absorb her words. Your faith didn't form overnight."

The noises of the deck fell quiet.  The change was apparent to both.  Inman spoke before he kissed her on the cheek, "we have the whole trip to Candlekeep to figure things out."

Inman started to sit up and get out of the bed, "Why don't you get ready for the day?  I can see what the others are up to, maybe work on some lunch. I have no doubt Atalaya will want to talk to you."  

He bent over the bed, bracing with an arm to kiss Nevil once more before leaving, but she interrupted, "Have I worried everyone?"

Inman lingered, "Only those that care for you... So, yes." He grinned, kissed her softly, and went above to see what was happening.

Atalaya and Vasilya made their way down to the two exhausted combatants.  “Is it safe to approach?” called out Vasilya.  The two looked at each other again and fell into nearly hysterical laughter again.  Sorrow made a beckoning motion and staggered a few feet towards them.  Cirilli made her way over and squeezed in between Atalaya and Boz, looked up at both and then pronounced, “The ship is secure, your valuables are safe and we are free to maintain course for Candlekeep, my Lord, my Lady.”

Boz fought to keep a stern expression on his face as he looked the two exhausted fighters over.  “Are you sure this scoundrel has been properly chastised?”  

Sorrow faked a demure posture while Cirilli nodded eagerly.  “Oh yes.  Thoroughly chastised my Lord.”  

“That is a relief,” Boz replied seriously to Cirilli, but when his gaze landed on Sorrow, his laughter could no  longer be contained.  It exploded out of his as he flung an arm around Sorrow.  “It’s good to know that the pirates have been held at bay.”  Then looking deeper at both Sorrow and Cirilli, he added, “Time for some water for both of you though.  That lasted longer than I expected.”  Turning to Cirilli he added, “Good job avoiding any of the crew.  Although they seemed to give you two a wide berth once they realized what was happening.”  His arm around Sorrow’s shoulders and Atalaya’s around Cirilli’s, they all headed towards the nearest water barrel. 

Cirilli turned to Atalaya, “Do you think Nevil would have approved?”

Atalaya looked thoughtfully at her ward.  “Did you follow the structure of the game as Sorrow devised?”

Cirilli nodded.

“Did you pull your blows as appropriate for a training exercise?”

Cirilli nodded.

“Did you do your best?”

Cirilli nodded again.

“Then finally, did you have fun?”
“Oh yes!  That was awesome!  It was so fun. I wanted to swing from the sail ropes and stuff like I read about in my stories, but was worried I might fall and really get hurt or get tangled up.  So I just pretended in my mind that I made a magnificent swing to cut off the pirate and then got down to fighting.”

Atalaya struggled to maintain her composure as she watched Cirilli’s enthusiasm for the exercise bubble forth.  “So, given all that, what do you think Nevil would say?  Will she approve when she hears of this?”

Cirilli sobered a bit and thought about the questions and her answers.  “Yes.  I think she would approve.”  After another moment of thought she asked, “When Sorrow fell to his knees, everything changed.  I think I need to learn how to counter that.  I mean, what if we have to fight shorter foes, like drugar, or halfling bandits or cultists, or something like that?”

“A very good analysis of your bout, Daughter of my Heart.  And something that you should talk to your Master about.  

As they were talking Inman approached the foursome by the water barrel.   

Inman gathered from the heavy breathing and sweat of the two combatants that the "play" topside was a bit more involved than he imagined.  "How did it go?" He asked, to a still beaming Cirilli.  "Nevil is up.  Will she be proud?”

Cirilli took another swig of water, looked at Sorrow and started laughing again.  “The ship was saved from the evil pirate and he has sworn to live ‘a more lawful life’,” Cirilli proclaimed rather pompously.  Then she sobered.  “I think Nevil would be proud of me.”  Her eyes darted to Atalaya.  “Right?  Even though I was play acting, I worked really hard.”

Atalaya nodded in agreement.  “She speaks the truth.  She fought well and held her own against Sorrow.”  Atalaya’s eyes  tinkled with mirth.  “I’m sorry Nevil missed it,”  Shooting a sideways glance at Sorrow she added, “It was an epic battle.  I’m sure that Nevil will enjoy the ballad regaling the mighty struggle between my gallant ward and the dastardly pirate that Sorrow is sure to compose.”

The half-tired look in Sorrow's expression quickly faded as he thought of Atalaya’s suggestion.  A twinkle and a grin formed, "An epic tale we could write indeed. "  A moment of playful composition later, Sorrow sang the intro

[to the tune of Wellerman]

"There's nare a man that's been a sea,

whose ear’s not heard of fair Cirilli.

Her heart be true and blade so keen,

that Pirate's quake where she hath been."

Inman's eyes grew wide, "Oh, what did we miss!"  Nevil must hear of this!”

“Of course she must,” Atalaya agreed.  “Has she eaten and had her coffee yet?”  

She guided Cirilli towards the bow stairs to the galley.  “Let’s make sure she has some fresh coffee Cirilli, and then after she has had at least one mugful, you can relate your tale for her.”  She looked quizzically at Sorrow, catching his inward expression and the slight movement of his lips.  “Or perhaps Sorrow will have finished his song by then and can sing your tale.”

Everyone heads down to the common area, eager to see what Nevil’s response to the pirate bout is going to be.  Atalaya tastes the coffee and pours the dregs of the morning’s brewing into the slop bucket and starts a new pot.  

“Cirilli, why don’t you get one of the melons and we can cut it up.  That would make a good snack.”

Turning to Inman she asks, “Do you think Nevil is going to want some breakfast food or should we just start making lunch for everyone?”

Inman fingered a grape he plucked from the table on his way past toward the galley. "I think just lunch will be fine." Inman leaned on the far counter and he appeared to go still, his eyes closed...

Nigel lifted his head off the side of the basket that held his nest.  He surveyed the room and focused quietly on Nevil, who was finishing getting dressed.   She stood by the small side table, her head cocked to one side, fingers quickly and neatly braiding.  She paused at the table, reading over Inman's letters, her finger directing her gaze. Nigel blinked, sighed, and curled back into his sleep.

Inman's still expression changed a moment later into a playful grin.  He popped the grape in his mouth, "...she's almost done.  But yeah, lunch is fine. How can I help?"

“Well, do we want sandwiches or something cooked for lunch?”

“Sandwiches!” called out Cirilli.  “We have fresh bread, fresh vegetables and cooked ham.”  At Atalaya’s surprised looked she added, “So I may be have been looking around the stores a bit before everyone got up this morning.  I couldn’t sleep and didn’t want to disturb anyone.”  She looked around at the others.  “And there is some cheese we could slice to put on the sandwiches.    And maybe…”

Atalaya looked around at the others, her eyes twinkling with mirth.  “Okay youngling.  You have convinced us.  Sandwiches it is.  With fruit and maybe some fried potatoes?  With everyone helping to peel and chop them it shouldn’t take long.”

“I’ll get everything we need,” called Cirilli as she headed towards the stairs to the hold.  The cats lifted their heads to watch Cirilli as she raced past them.  Dorian returned to the important job of watching the floor for signs of any scurrying rodents.  Llywellan however sprung up to follow Cirilli, sure that something of import was about to happen.  His loud meows trailed her down the stairs. 

 “She seems to have recovered from your little exercise Sorrow,” commented Atalaya as she placed mugs and coffee fixing on the table in front of him.  

Sorrow startled at the sound.  He looked around slightly disoriented.  “It seems she has recovered quicker than I.”  And totally changing topics he remarked, “I need my lute.  I need paper.”  Standing up quickly, he made his way to his room.

Boz sent Atalaya a reassuring smile and nod.  “We will have a new song by dinnertime I think.  That is how he gets when the mood to compose his own music hits him.”

Several minutes later Cirilli reappeared, her arms full of different food stuffs.  “Here are the vegetables and the cheese.  I’ll head back for the ham in a moment.”  She dropped the items on the large table and turned back to the stairs, Llywellan following her.  

“Well, I think it’s time to…”

“Peel potatoes,” finished Atalaya.  “Sit.  I’ll bring you knives and a bowl for the peels.  

Boz and Inman exchanged glances and sheepishly sat back down.

Nevil, hearing a rise in noises from the galley, propped the cabin door open and tried to see where she could help but the galley was empty.  Noting the number of mugs in the cupboard and the not yet steaming kettle on the stove, Nevil began to take the makings of a place set for the group.  

When Atalaya turned the corner, Nevil asked, "What did I miss this morning?"

Inman took a knife and potato from Cirilli’s pile and began to assist with peeling.  

      “Let’s see, Cirilli single handedly saved us from a hostile pirate takeover.”  Atalaya watched Nevil’s face for her reaction.  

      Cirilli came into the galley carrying a smoked ham.  Her face beamed when she saw Nevil.  “You’re up!  We are making lunch.  Do you want lunch or breakfast?  I can bring up some eggs and bacon if you would rather have that.”  

Nevil perked up clearly leaning into the playfulness, "Goodness, how did I sleep through that!"  Nevil cleared the counter for the ham. It landed with a rattle.  "Lunch sounds great... but tell me more. Were there many?"  She looked Cirilli over, "Did anyone get hurt?"

Inman entered, handing a bowl of potato slices to Atalaya as Nevil helped Cirilli carve thin slices of ham.  Inman kissed Nevil on the cheek as he exited again with a steaming kettle in hand, her hands were greasy and busy.

A moment later he returned with two mugs of coffee, handing one to Atalaya and the other to Nevil. "I believe they are dressed to your liking.”

     “This is great, thanks Inman,” Atalaya agreed as she shooed him back towards the table.  As she began sliding the ham she winked at Cirilli.  “Why don’t you help your Master onto one of the couches and then regale her with this morning’s shenanigans?”

     Cirilli nodded eagerly and led Nevil into the common room.  Taking Nevil’s coffee from her, she waited for Nevil to get comfortable and then handed her the still steaming mug.  Cirilli clambered up next making the couch swing.  She tailor-sat facing Nevil, closed her eyes as she recalled the morning’s events.  

      “Well, first Sorrow and I did our muscle warm up exercises.  Then we ran ten laps.  But Sorrow said that the morning’s winner was going to be the first person to earn ten points.  And that one way to earn points was to lap the other person while we ran.  He set a good pace, but I could have passed him, but Sorrow also said our sparring would start as soon as one of us finished the ten laps, no resting.”

      Giving a questioning look at Nevil “Did you know that Sorrow can use a short sword?  I thought that he only fought with a rapier.”

Nevil raised a brow of interest, "Well I've not known him for terribly long, but he was a student of the master.  She trained us for versatility and the shortsword can also be a weapon of speed. So, I'm not surprised.”

      “Anyway, I thought about beating him but I wasn’t sure that I would be able to fight him if I kept trying to pass him.  So I kept up with him but didn’t really try to pass him.  Then he said he was a pirate come to take the ship.  But I finally wore him down and he yielded the fight.  It was an ‘epic’ fight and he is writing a song about it.  He sang us a couple lines.  I can’t wait to hear all of it.”

Nevil grinned and looked over her shoulder to Inman at the table, "Classic.  Remember those dear?"  Inman laughed, "Oh, yes.  She played against our competitive nature.  We were always so very sore the next day."  Nevil looked back to Cirilli, "It sounds like Sorrow worked you hard this morning.  More importantly, you saved a reserve of energy for the real fight. Very wise. Smarter than Inman and I were that first time too." Nevil leaned in to Cirilli, her eyes twinkled with mischief, "you think he was going easy or did you work him hard too?"

“Oh, we both worked hard.  Really hard.  At the end we were both getting tired I think.  At least I was.  I started having trouble controlling my strikes and I think Sorrow might have been having to work really hard at it too.  We were both starting to miss shots and then I almost hit his tail.  I tried to pull it and Sorrow did something to move the tail away.  Then he dramatically fell down and forfeited the match.  Our score was really close those.  I had eight hits and he had seven.  I was doing good until he went down to his knees.  I had trouble figuring out how to get in good solid strikes from above him.  He was able to block just about everything then,” she finished sheepishly.  Her smile faded and she looked very thoughtful.  “Do you think that you can show me what to do if that really happens?  We just pounded on the Red Caps.  But, what if I have to fight shorter opponents?  Like a halfling bandit or a dark dwarf.  We have worked a lot with fighting someone of equal size or taller than me, but not smaller.”

The excitement of Cirilli’s recounting was infectious, Nevil relaxed into what felt normal,  but Nevil's playful expression faded, "Ah, that is a good observation.  Sorrow did challenge you I see.  But what can I show you... I'm afraid I need to speak to Atalaya first my dear."

Noting the change, Inman looked up from across the room with a concerned look.  He and Boz exchanged glances.  Inman interjected, "ladies I think lunch will be up soon."  Boz added, "Cirilli, go wash up, dear.”

Atalaya carried a large bowl of pan fried potato and onion strips to the table, placing it in the center.  “I think we are ready to eat.  I’ll just bring the sandwich fixings out.  Everyone can assemble their own sandwiches.”  She headed back to the galley, Vasilya following, and the two carried the rest of the food to the table.  

Noticing Nevil’s somber expression, Atalaya made her way to her.  “Is something wrong?  Should I have waited for you to get up before letting Cirilli play with Sorrow.  It was a true workout, but all framed within some roleplaying.  We thought she needed something to take her mind off the children of Somerset. 

Nevil carried her coffee to the table, she sat next to Inman, and when the smells of the potatoes hit her, she realized how hungry she was.  As Atalaya sat, Nevil explained, "No it's not that.  It sounds like Sorrow did a wonderful job."

Sorrow caught the compliment as soon as he exited his room to join the group for lunch.  He smiled as he sat to listen.

Nevil continued, "I am not sure if I can continue teaching Cirilli as we agreed.  A lot changed in Somerset.  I..."  

Cirilli approached the table as Nevil was talking and her face fell as she hesitantly stepped to Atalaya’s side.  “Did I do something wrong?  Should I have waited for you before sparring with Sorrow?”  She looked forlornly at Nevil.  “I’m sorry.”

Nevil reassured Cirilli, "No, child, It's nothing you have done.  Things have changed after Somerset.”  Nevil sighed deeply, knowing the questions that would come, ones she didn't yet have answers for, but she began, “When both Tali and Inman fell at the temple battle... there wasn't a way to save everyone. The Still Mother, she granted my plea."  Inman squeezed Nevil's leg below the table as he watched her intently. 

"In return she has compelled me to take pilgrimage and to serve her more deeply.  It seems I have not yet embraced her teachings as I should." 

Atalaya searched Nevil’s eyes.  “You spoke with Eldath?  She talked to you directly?”  Nevil nodded.  Atalaya held Nevil’s gaze for what seemed like forever.  “Okay, you spoke to her.  When are you to take this pilgrimage?  Right now?  And where is it you are supposed to go?”

Nevil shrugged, “She didn't say exactly. It will take some time to acquire the offerings of renounced weapons.  I don't get the feeling it's meant to be immediate, but more of a journey of dedicated service.”

Atalaya scootched herself onto the bench Nevil was sitting on, forcing Inman and Nevil to move over to accommodate her.  She grasped Nevil’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.  “If … no not if… since Eldath spoke to you so directly you, of course must do as she is asking you.  Can you tell us more about what she said?  Can you remember her exact words?  Did she say that you were no longer her paladin?”

Nevil looked a little embarrassed, "I don't remember her exact words, but it was clear that am to renounce violence, to only wield weapons as a last resort, and only in defense of life.   She softly admonished the rage within that I have not shed.” 

Nevil shifted her seat uncomfortably, “Paladin, Cleric, Priest, these are just titles.  My vow of service is the same. Destroy the eye, serve my lady.”

Nevil clutched her coffee, seeking the assurity of its familiar warmth. “And you're right, it's not something I can ignore.  I am very much compelled to obey.  But given our mission, the nature of our work... There is much to consider."  Nevil looked around the table at her friend's and for the first time in a while, Nevil looked uncertain.

  Atalaya’s concern was written on her face.  “Wait, did you say that ‘she granted my plea’?  What plea did you make?”

Nevil was almost cold and clinical, "Like I said, I didn't think we were going to survive.  My plea was simple, I begged her to save them, Tali and Inman.”  Nevil warmed on retelling her visitation, “when she appeared, the chaos was gone, everything was still, she asked me to be specific with my desire. I asked only for their full health and function, that we might all survive the battle. When she asked her price, not a single ounce of my flesh hesitated to agree.  My lady, she was merciful, for she could have asked for much more in return." 

Atalaya was quiet as she pushed the potatoes around her plate with her fork.  Finally she looked up at Nevil again.  “She said that taking up arms was to be your last resort, to defend yourself and others?  That has always been the way of a Paladin of Eldath, right?  You maybe worded it a little differently, but that is what you basically told me when we first met.  What do you think has changed in the mandate now?”

Nevil nodded, "Yes, that is all true, but that is the very problem.  I thought I was acting in good faith, yet my Lady asks more."  Nevil looked concerned, "I feel the need to reflect on many things, to see where my judgement was blinded by the self and has strayed from her teachings.  How else will I repay my debts?"

Nevil gestured to Cirilli, "An example, can I now, in good faith, teach someone to wield a sword if I do not also teach them the ways of Eldath?  Or can I only teach defense?  Can I strike her in practice? Of course it is only mock violence, but does it perpetuate an undesirable frame of mind?"  Things are not simple now, I feel very unbalanced.”

Atalaya squeezed Nevil’s hand again, her eyes focused on a knot in the wooden table.  “I … I don’t know.  It is a conundrum.”  After another moment she looked up.  “I don’t want to lose you as Cirilli’s swordmaster.  You have been doing a great job with her.  But until you have decided what Eldath requires of you I think that you should take a step back.”

Cirilli gasped from across the table, her face going white.  “But…”

Compassion filled Atalaya’s face as she turned to Cirilli.  “Nevil must determine how she will interpret what Eldath has asked of her.  We will give her the time to work that out.”

Anger filled Cirilli, her face hardening and her voice lowered as she stood.  “I hate the gods.  They either do nothing when their help is needed or they fuck with their followers and change the rules midstream.”

“Cirilli…” Atalaya pleaded.  “Cirilli, please give Nevil some time to decide what she needs to do.  I’ll figure out a way to keep your training going while she does.”

Turning back to Nevil, she repeated, “We will work this out.”  

  

Nevil's fist clenched as Cirilli spoke.  Then Nevil spoke softly as she stood.  Her eyes like cold fire, "you forget yourself child.  One of those God's you so hate, just saved half of the people at this table, and in turn, so every child at the home of Zarius thereafter.  And you complain because you have to wait for me to say thank you?  You best spend some time thinking about your words."  Nevil plucked a few food items, took her coffee, and excused herself to the deck above.

Atalaya grimaced and rubbed her forehead as she felt the beginnings of a tension headache building.  She watched Nevil make her way to the stairway.  Once Nevil was out of sight she sighed and turned her attention to Cirilli.  “Make yourself a sandwich, pour yourself a drink and then take them to your room.  You need to think about what you just said to your weapons master.  She is still your weapons master until she has determined what her goddess is asking of her, and if need be has formally dissolved your apprenticeship with her.”

“Secondly, you need to think about what might have happened if Eldath had not answered Nevil’s plea for help.  Have you asked anyone about how the fight at the temple and cemetery went?  Inman was dying.  Sister Tali was dying.  Nevil, Vaz and Sorrow were hurt, some of them badly.  If Eldath had not intervened how many of our group would not be here today?  Where would the town of Somerset be today without the guidance of Sister Tali?   What would have happened to the children that Nevil and the others found yesterday?  The guardsmen and the priestess?”

Atalaya sighed as if in pain.  “I want you to think about what you would have done or offered to do to improve the odds of survival that night.”  

Cirilli started sniffling as she slowly made a sandwich and poured some tea into a tankard.  Atalaya stood up and moved around the table to her.  Placing her hands on her shoulders she took a deep breath and then continued, “I love you Cirilli.  Do not doubt that while you think things over.  When you find some answers to my questions, come find me and we will talk.”  Cirilli nodded, as tears flowed down her face.  Gathering her sandwich and drink she headed towards her room.  

Inman and Sorrow exchanged glances under their brows as they picked at the food on the plates before them. 

Atalaya watched Cirilli depart.  Sitting, she slumped against Vasilya, trembling slightly with the tension filling her.  She soaked in his support for several minutes as the silence awkwardly filled the room.  Then squaring her shoulders she said, “She shouldn’t be alone.  I’m going to sit with her and see if she wants to talk.”  Looking and the three men sitting at the table she added, “I’m so glad that all of you are okay.  Each of you are precious to me in your own ways.  “Nevil…  Eldath… I would have agreed to anything Mielikki asked of me too,” she added in a whisper.

Atalaya rose and started towards the stairs.  Vasilya grabbed her hand and tugged her back.  He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and handed her a plate with his sandwich and potatoes and a fork, and quickly filled a tankard of tea for her.  “Take these and eat them while you talk with Nevil.”  He released her and his gaze trailed after her as she headed to the stairway.

After Atalaya left, Sorrow muttered under his breath with an exasperated look, "Damn if the mood on this ship today doesn't undulate like a fever dream."  Inman nodded, "Takes time for ripples to settle brother.”

Boz half grinned, “You're starting to sound like Nevil.”  Inman leaned back with his cup, letting the moment flow past, as his thoughts ran through conversations. 

Nevil sat on the netting still stretched out from the morning's workings, slowly eating as she surveyed the horizon.  The noon sun had burnt off the low clouds and mists of morning.   Shades of brilliant blues in every direction, except the thin line of grey and green along the coast. Indeed the day was beautiful.

Atalaya approached, sat near, and joined the maritime picnic. Nevil spoke looking at Atalaya with genuine concern, "I'm sorry.  I should have talked to you first.  I thought she would see the gift for what it was, I didn't consider how she would view the wrapping in which it was delivered.  It's hard to know how stern to be with her.  Please forgive me if I overstepped.”

Atalaya tore her gaze from the seagulls circling the ships masts in hopes of a handout from whatever was on the women’s plates.  “No, she needed to hear you and feel your ‘righteous’ anger.  She so often acts much older than she actually is, that I forget how young she is.  And then when she acts her age I am taken aback.  I have sent her to her room to think about what she said and what might have happened if you had not made this agreement with Eldath.  And what she would have done if placed in this position.”  

Nevil looked a bit relieved and nodded in understanding as she turned her attention to slicing cheese on to her bread.

“I’m sorry too.  I should have tempered my words while Cirilli was present.  I did mean them though.  You have been an excellent swordmaster for Cirilli.  She respects you and leans well and easily from you.  But, while I don’t want to lose you as her instructor, it is more important that you find your way through the stipulations that your goddess has given you.  And if you feel that you must step back from instructing her, I will find another way to continue her training.  If nothing else, I can work on the basic katas with her and she can ‘play’ some more with Sorrow.”  A smile finally crept onto Atalaya’s face.  “I wish you had seen her ‘playing’ with Sorrow.  He did work her hard, and they both seemed to be having a lot of fun.”

Nevil shook her head, “I am sad to have missed that.  Moments of joy on this trip are treasures.”  Earnestly looking to Atalaya, “There just aren't many who walk the warriors path with Eldath.  I don't really have an example to follow here.  I just have to be sure about a few things.”

Finishing her sandwich and tea, Atalaya leaned over the side of the hammock and placed her dishes on some nearby crates.  Turning back to Nevil she searched for the words to express what she wanted to say.  “Can you tell me anything more about your encounter with the Still Mother?  Can you remember any of her words or just the overall impression of the encounter and her requests of you?  And where is this place you are to take your opponents’ weapons to?”

     Nevil grinned, "She beckons me to The Grove.  When I have walked this path a bit longer and collected her offerings, I will go.  She leaves me the choice of time.  I have seen images in my head, but what will my eyes see? "  With a content look, "It will be... she knows my heart, what it needs to grow."

"Maybe when this mess with the eye is past, if you have nothing else pressing, maybe you'd join me?"

“Of course I would,” Atalaya immediately responded, already trying to plan out what such an adventure would entail.  “You only needed to ask.  I hope that at that point all I will have facing me is the chance to reconnect with my family and the raising of Cirilli, and having the chance to cherish my life with Vaz.  A pilgrimage is a journey of self discovery for those who partake of it.  I think that at that point I will also have much to ponder.”  

Nevil smiled warmly.  "I would like that very much.  I guess the guys can come too.  If they can behave."  

Then Nevil admitted, "I have found myself imagining what life might be like after this all.  Nothing like a world-saving quest to get one's head unmired from the past. If you asked me last summer what my life's path would be... "  

Nevil turned inward.  I thought I would hide away forever, find a peaceful new life, but avoidance is not living, it allows no room for growth. I was so bored with first order business.  I could never serve as did Tyrn.

A sheepish look crossed Nevil's face, "She called me her "stormy one" and said I still carried the rage of a tempest. That I should hold this at arm's length and be more like the distant rumble of a summer storm." 

Looking out over the sea, "she's not wrong.  As a witness to so much evil,  at times vengeance courts my heart where the world does not hold justice."

“We have come upon some truly evil beings and enterprises during the past few weeks.”  Atalaya grew quiet as she searched the horizon.  The wind from the ship’s passage rushed past her, pulling tendrils of her hair into a mad dance.  Finally she asked, “What do you think that she is asking you to do, you her Paladin.  How are you to be a distant rumble yet still combat the evil of this world?”

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"She reminded me that I am charged to be a defender, to never strike first, and to only strike in immediate defense."  Nevil paused, "Thinking back on our battles of late, I have probably been less than judicious with my restraint." 

 Nevil sighed and looked mildly distressed, "but you know what a moment's pause in battle can mean.  This is not a bar fight where a man should not be judged by a single bad decision.  These are Red wizards and cultists.  They have dedicated themselves to an evil cause.  I did not think it right to risk life to offer them the grace of a second chance.  Perhaps I was wrong?"

Atalaya sighed.  “We are in a desperate battle with evil right now, I think.  These demons we have encountered are nothing but evil.  I see no way of redemption for them.  They were created by evil and can be naught but evil.  The Red Wizards and cultists of Vecna are more problematic, are they not?  They were created to be filled with the light of goodness for themselves and their communities.  But instead they choose evil.  Are they capable of redemption in this lifetime?  I do not know.  I don’t think so.  My soul may ache for the need to kill them and I will probably pay a price for it later, but for now, I think they need to be stopped.  They must not be allowed a stronghold in the lands that are ours to protect.”

“But that does not solve your dilemma.  What do you think the Still Mother is asking you to do when we run up against more of them?  For I am sure that we will be facing them again for some time.”

Nevil considered her response outloud, "Of course it is all situational isn't it?  When there is time to use words, use words.  when there is time to stay the hand, I shall.  When a defense can be mounted without harm cast, so it shall be."

"But when after warning, a foe's intent is clear, when like an asp, they are poised to strike;  or when a foe has yielded in battle and has returned to violence again and again; what then?  Only fools would stay the blade."

"Eldath teaches us that through inner stillness we may better see the truth of the world, without the influence of clouding emotions like anger, jealousy, pride.  That our quick judgement, on when to wield the blade, may be true and just."

"So, I think she is telling me to find a deeper stillness. To bring her words deeper into my life.”

“So I can see these concerns impacting how you respond to those with humanoid intelligence and even natural beasts.  What do you think that she is asking of you when you face true monsters or demons and devil type creatures.  As dangerous as an asp might be, especially say if many of them are placed in a confined space that we need to move through.  But it is still a natural creature that if we could but return it to its natural environment it would not be an issue to pass it by and avoid any confrontation with it.  But what are your thoughts about … say… an aboleth or a bulette?  Or for that matter another succubus?”   

Nevil looked up to Atalaya and as Atalaya continued talking, Nevil grinned. "Rangers are so funny.  Not a real asp... but asp-like... but yes, of course all life is sacred to a greater or lesser degree.  I would never condone the wanton slaughter of life, especially sentient life."  

Nevil seemed to lighten with the academic discussion, "and no, I completely agree, born of evil, always evil.  Some beings as you describe, by their nature, are generally not capable of change. Now, if one were to be non-aggressive and completely convince me a miracle has occurred... I mean, miracles do happen and glamour spells exist…”

The animation on Nevil’s face as she started discussing the matter in a slightly more objective manner made Atalaya smile.  “Well that’s good.  So there are some absolutes that won’t require soul searching in the middle of the encounter.  Do the undead fall into this category?  I would see them as a direct menace to all those who are alive, whether that being is of good or evil intent.  Well, I suppose it could be controlled by whatever caused it to come into being, but I don’t think I have ever seen that be used for the cause of good.”   

Nevil laughed and smirked, "I think you know the answer to that one.  I see what you're trying."  Nevil relaxed and sat back, bracing her lean with her hands. "I suppose being asked to do better doesn't mean she's unhappy.  It's hard to judge, she's always so calm."  Nevil paused, "It makes sense that she wouldn't have helped if she was displeased, right? "

Atalaya nodded.  “I think that she must be very pleased with you and what she sees or maybe senses in you.  What she did for you was a major intervention, a miracle.  Perhaps rather than trying to determine what you were doing wrong you should look for what you are doing right, and then think about what she it is that she now challenges you to reach for… to search for in yourself…”  Atalaya looks stressed.  “I can see what I’m trying to convey to you, but the words escape me.”  

Nevil looked contemplative, her brow furled, "It's alright, I think I understand.  I worked a long time to heal, but healing is not enough, I have to grow.”

Atalaya nodded.  “Yes, I think she is asking you to grow.”

Nevil considered, "But how do I calm the storm?"  Nevil looked concerned, "more prayer? devotionals? Maybe something else?  Some priests renounce even touching weapons, the killing of any life, the consumption of meat.  They think that actions such as those lay a path toward conflict and invite careless actions.

 Is this what she asks?  She said I was to be on a warrior's path, so that can't be right.  Right? I mean giving up bacon?”

Atalaya thought for a moment.  “A warrior is taught to make use of their weapons.  Your skill at arms has been learned over your lifetime, from your earliest lessons from your grandfather.  Through your study with Master Elaria.  And then they were honed through your work with the Harpers.  I do not think that she would have accepted you as one of her paladins if she was against all use of these skills.  They are a part of who you are.  I think that she is asking you to add new skills to your repertoire.  And perhaps to feel more compassion for those who we come up against.”

Trying to lighten the mood slightly she grinned and added, “As for bacon, there is no getting away from it on this ship.  I’ve told Cirilli that to hunt for sport is not acceptable.  When one of our animal brothers or sisters gives us their life, we must give them honor and thanks, and then we must make use of their body they have allowed use to take.  It is the same for those animals we have domesticated.  How can we not eat the bacon?  A life was given to provide us that.”

"Well, thank goodness it's the tasty animals that so willingly offer themselves." Nevil looked to Atalaya, reaching for her shoulder in thanks, "Thank you, for giving me much to dwell over.  Your heart is true and it gives good guidance."   Nevil hopped down from the netting and gathered her items, "What shall we do the rest of the day? Clearly, I have some meditations to do, but it can't all be so serious.”

"I would have promised anything."

Everyone turned to look in the direction of Cirilli's quiet, tremorous voice that cut like a rung bell over the conversation. She stood in the companionway, near the bottom step. Her eyes were red, swollen with tears. 

"Anything," she whispered. "For any one of you." She met Atalaya's eyes with hers. "I would have let them take me back. I would gone back into the cage." She shifted her gaze to Nevil and her eyes spilled over, pouring down her cheeks as she clutched the stair railing for support. "I'm so sorry this happened to you. I'm sorry I spoke carelessly." She drew in a shaking, tight breath, swallowing a sob. "I know what losing your freedom feels like. It's the worst thing in the world. But I understand why you did what you did."

      Cirilli’s first words had Atalaya jumping out of the hammock and hurrying towards her.  As Cirilli finished talking, Atalaya pulled her into a fierce embrace.  Tears ran down both their faces as Atalaya held the distraught girl.  Her hand automatically rubbed the girl’s back in an attempt to soothe her.  As Cirilli began to calm, Atalaya took several slow breaths to calm herself.  “Daughter of my heart ,”  she crooned.  “It will be alright.”  “You are loved and we will all find our way forward.”

    Atalaya looked around searching for Nevil.

Nevil calmly walked over to the two kneeling in embrace. Nevil shook her head looking down upon the teen, "No, child.  You do not see."

Nevil crouched to meet Cirilli’s eyes, tears still forming, "Do not pity me. This is the path I sought, and my lady Eldath was loving and fair." Nevil wiped tears from Cirilli’s face, "She came when my heart cried out, and she has not demanded more than I was willing to give."    

Nevil sighed, "I hope one day, when this anger in you lessens, that you may know the fullness of what goodness still exists in this world."  Nevil paused, standing again, considering her own words and smiling to herself.  "Spend a few days reflecting with Atalaya, while I give thanks.  And in our meditations we shall contemplate, who is the master of our thoughts when such anger is manifest?   By what right do they continue to rule and how well does that serve us?"

Nevil softened, "Then we'll discuss your training.”

Cirilli nodded, pressing her eyes shut hard, fighting for control. She sniffed, wiping the tears beading on her jawline against her shoulder. "Alright," she managed to whisper. She drew in a shaking breath and met Nevil's gaze. "I love you." 

"And I you. It's going to be alright." Nevil reassured.  Then she looked to Atalaya for confirmation.

“Yes, It’s going to be alright.” Atalaya said as she placed a light kiss on the top if Cirilli’s head.  Silently thanking each and every goddess of relationships, family and compromise that she could think of, Atalaya looked at both the others.  “And with that, I think we have had enough soul searching and angst for the moment.  I think we need to make some cookies this afternoon.  What do you think?  Sugar cookies or cinnamon spice cookies?”  She looked expectantly at both Cirilli and Nevil.

Cirilli sniffled slightly and wiped her eyes.  “Cinnamon spice, of course.  Flour, sugar, butter, cinnamon, rising powder, eggs.  What else do I need from our stores?”

“Also, Cream of Tartar and some vanilla extract.  Those should be near the cinnamon with the other spices.  And a bowl, whisk and baking sheet.  And a small bowl to make the cinnamon sugar, and spoons.  That should be everything we need.  More than one person can carry.  We’ll all help get the ingredients and equipment.”  Atalaya looked up at Nevil, “You are going to help, right?”  At Nevil’s nod, they all started down the stairs to the galley.   

Sorrow, having just made his way up the stairs and onto the main deck, quickly turned and followed the women down the stairs eager to be present for any quality control testing on the discussed cinnamon cookies.  

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Story continues with the Kraken fight as they reach the galley.  See game notes dated: 

ELDATH SPEAKS

My child, you have come to me in the hopes of finding peace, and stillness, and balm for your pain. I embrace you. Still your soul, and the fierceness of your heart, and abide with me in this quiet place. 

There are tempests within you still, my stormy one, you who are filled with lightning and thunder. Be still. Breathe the cool air after the storm. Be still. Even the rain finds peace on the green earth, where it shines like silver, where it brings life. 

You called for me. Did I not come to you, my beloved? You asked for help defending your heart, your soul. This life you live with those you love. I answered. Still, still. Breathe. 

You must put away this fire, my warrior, my storm. It's time to be the rumble in the distance, the quiet lights in the clouds on the summer nights. You must stay your arm, stay your anger. A warrior you are, and a warrior you shall be. You shall be a sheltering grotto, a fall of concealing water, a shielding wall of rock. You shall defend, only defend. But never shall you strike first, and never shall you strike beyond immediate defense. 

It is a hard thing to walk the way of the warrior through the Stillness, through the Peace. It has been done before. You shall do so again. 

You must go to The Grove, hidden in the forest that sleeps on the banks of the Sea of Fallen Stars. If matters not to me when, I know your heart. I see it flickering in the dark clouds of your spirit. When you are ready, make your way there with the weapons you have taken from those who would wage war and harm. Make your sacrifice there, break them and cast them into the waters, that they shall never again know blood taken through violence. Breathe deep the air there and carry it with you.