My excursion to Emmerix was brief enough as the Lions had the situation there well in hand. I was somewhat trepidatious at what I would find on arrival and whether Henry would transport me into the middle of a battle in progress, but all was quiet. I left Henry hiding in bushes near the transport circle, still muttering nonsense about socks.
I was not entirely sure reception to expect from the Lions and I was surprised, as well as touched, by the warmth which greeted my arrival. I had not thought myself so well liked or understood by the people's of Lantia and this has caused me to look on them in a different light. Elspeth introduced me to a senior member of the armourers guild as the Lions resident "expert" on awakenings, which rather caught me off guard. However, she then supplied some very agreeable port, which settled my nerves.
Squad D were their usual effusive selves in their greetings and offerred a collection of noxious greenskin beverages which I accepted with good grace, but only pretended to drink. I've found this approach works best.
Prince Caleb and I entered into a long discussion on a number of issues, which was momentarily interrupted by the sudden and tragic death of the Lions High Healer, Elrood Brond. Murdered under mysterious circumstances. I took the opportunity to mention the memorial of Hengist's hut to Nethaniel at this juncture, in the hope he would be inspired to journey there and record Elrood's likeness. He seemed interested, although somewhat confused. I will speak on this further with Nethaniel at a future point.
Aside from Caleb requesting I escort his wife Al-Reisha on campaign in the Jackal lands of Irem,
there was little more needed from me on Emmerix. I dispensed what equipment I had been able to bring from the Order's stores and where I could, provided magical reinforcement to those I felt needed it and allowed the resident warlocks to syphon what power from me they could.
With no one else at the preceptory to oversea the affairs of the Order, I had to return to Amnor, but I did so with regret. I appear to have more of a home with the Lions than I had thought.
I was not entirely sure reception to expect from the Lions and I was surprised, as well as touched, by the warmth which greeted my arrival. I had not thought myself so well liked or understood by the people's of Lantia and this has caused me to look on them in a different light. Elspeth introduced me to a senior member of the armourers guild as the Lions resident "expert" on awakenings, which rather caught me off guard. However, she then supplied some very agreeable port, which settled my nerves.
Squad D were their usual effusive selves in their greetings and offerred a collection of noxious greenskin beverages which I accepted with good grace, but only pretended to drink. I've found this approach works best.
Prince Caleb and I entered into a long discussion on a number of issues, which was momentarily interrupted by the sudden and tragic death of the Lions High Healer, Elrood Brond. Murdered under mysterious circumstances. I took the opportunity to mention the memorial of Hengist's hut to Nethaniel at this juncture, in the hope he would be inspired to journey there and record Elrood's likeness. He seemed interested, although somewhat confused. I will speak on this further with Nethaniel at a future point.
Aside from Caleb requesting I escort his wife Al-Reisha on campaign in the Jackal lands of Irem,
there was little more needed from me on Emmerix. I dispensed what equipment I had been able to bring from the Order's stores and where I could, provided magical reinforcement to those I felt needed it and allowed the resident warlocks to syphon what power from me they could.
With no one else at the preceptory to oversea the affairs of the Order, I had to return to Amnor, but I did so with regret. I appear to have more of a home with the Lions than I had thought.
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