Advisor's Son

Chapter 15 It's Not Exactly Excalibur

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"Well it seems we have nowhere to go." Old Collin hummed.

"Simple, make a home." I shrugged.

"Yeah, it's that simple is it?" He laughed.

"As simple as he puts it, he's right." Aranessa said and Old Collin laughed, "Both you are really. We need a home, so do as we always do, either make one or take one."

"Well for Circe's island we would need a way past her magic and I am not sure if we have one." I mused. "A forge of Hephaestus would openly get the Olympian's attention, though I am sure a goddess or two are already keeping an eye on me."

"How hard would one of these forges be to take?" Sylin hummed.

"They are always within volcanoes so unless you wish to live in such a place I advise against it." Sarthoreal spoke. "Though I may have an idea."

"Well say it." I yawned as I tried to figure out when I last slept.

Sure I have passed out and blacked out once, what happened then? One moment I was challenging Circe and the next I was in the forest throwing up blood and bile. Also had this strange necklace around my neck. A sectioned circle with a point atop it, white crystal filled the sections and it gave off a faint light.

So now I have a holy looking necklace and this white and gold jacket? This does not match Liber Necris' vibe at all.

"There is an abandoned island, though..." Sarthoreal trailed off. "A small factor of supposed haunting and the potential survivors of what caused it to be abandoned."

"Well we're not strangers to clearing local inhabitants out." Lennings commented as he stared at Old Rom suspiciously, who only stared up at him with a mischievous glint in his bat eyes.

"Well they should be easier to handle than four cyclops, helps since they're numbers should have been thinned down substantially." Sarthorael told him. "Turn the ship 135 degrees starboard side."

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I stared at the island in front of us. I could see buildings on it, though they looked old and semi taken care of. Though everything had a desolate look to it.

"Are you sure anything lives here?" Old Collin asked skeptically.

"Yes, though I am sure the people are near wiped out." Sarthoreal stated.

"Care to tell us the story since you seem to know it?" Sylin asked as she leaned on the railing beside me.

"This is the island of Thule, once it was an island of dwarves who were in service to Hephaestus, but a war broke out between them and a tribe of Laistrygonian Giants, which resulted in them nearly being wiped out. But then a kingdom of mortals joined on the side of the dwarves, which pulled in the Proudmoore family. Jania, a daughter of the Grand Admiral Daelin Proudmoore and Amphitrite, betrayed her father and sided with the laestrygonians. One incident after another, the final battle happened and Daelin made his final stand against the laestrygonians thinking they had kidnapped his daughter and that was when her betrayal was revealed to him. He died cursing her name. The dwarves were mostly wiped out and now the only thing we'll find on this island are the giants." Sarthoreal explained, though she obviously kept a long story as short as she could.

Though I realized that she told me who Proudmoore was. I couldn't figure out why exactly he wasn't talked about. While I do not have the full story he seemed like he was not bad, but then again he was a Grand Admiral so I suppose not all his choices would be purely his own will.