The Fey Walkers

Chapter 3: New Plan

The bustling foosteps of the people collected around the group, the high sun gleaming over the people of venamir with its pleasant warmth as the crowds moved with an excited skip to their step. The murmerings of the ever increasing crowds quickly becoming deafening, however in a mere moment the crowd is hushed to silence as a city crier peirces through the sound of the people with his blaring horn. His nasal voice rings out into the plaza

"Hear ye hear ye, we the people of Venamir gather in celebration. In the downfall of the retaliator, the destroyer, the evil of chaos that was Saren Armius, the Archon!"

The crowd erupts into cheers at the man's words, the sound of clapping and whistles take over the people before they are quickly hushed by the wave of the crier's hand before he continues.

"It has been a decade since the great King Kalavan Xiphos marched with his army against the retaliator, those known as the Agent's of Aylon sley the enemy of our gods. As this is to be the tenth celebration and thus the final as per word of our great king. In this celebration we welcome the Holy Maiden of Law, Daloris Brightward, ruler of the Exalted kingdom of Karila to our humble walls to join arms in this blessed appreciation as we crown the new generation of knightly paladins to join our ranks. May the king long reign, may our god-king Almus bless and watch over us, and may we all live healthy and virutous lives!"

The crowd once more erupts in cheers for a short while as the crier leaves from his elevated wooden stand, the crowd soon dispersing as they go about their days to enjoy the many shops and games that litter the streets.

The small group dressed with cloaks to hide their appearances go about their day, spending the daylight to gather supplies and sharpen their blades, eventually reuniting come nightfall as the cold breeze rushes past their hoods and moonlight gently caresses the city. They gather before an older house within the Whitewater District of the city, well along in its years, the light creaking of one of the window panels can be heard paired with the whisper of the wind. The area smells of salty sea water and spilled booze, the moonlight reflecting off the nearby coastal waters that push against the stone walls of the harbor. Damp cobblestone pathways twist around every corner of the district, shallow puddles of water filling any hole in the ground in the area. 

Whitelaw turns Velora, inquisitively he asks, "Your sure this is the area?" "Yes, let us not wait any longer" answers the elven seer before stepping forward towards the wooden door, grasping the chillingly cold iron door nob she opens the front door with no hesitation, the inside showing a silent and quiet inside covered with dust that lacks any notable furniture seemingly long abandoned, Velora is not discouraged as she steps inside. Abruptly as she does, bright orange like fire and pitch black night energy swirls around her as she disappears from site and the magic fades away. Whitelaw looking onward with now with a new understand stands forward, followed by Kari and Alistair the three step into the building as the similar energy passes by each of them as they disappear into thin air. 

Whitelaw's vision a moment ago filled with the flash of a bright light comes to focus as his boot crushes the fibers of the velvet rug beneath him. Small red and yellow flames like those of candles gently float about through the air with no aim or direction. The walls lined with light oak shelves are filled with thick heavy tomes in a variety of dark colors. He looks ahead spying a single circular table with it seated two cloaked figures, one near Whitelaw's satue and height, a small bit of blond hair peeking out from behind the hood around the figure's chin. The other is significalty shorter, his hood pulled back, standing barely above three-and-a-half feet, the figures skin is sickly pale and gaunt. Bald head yet a short gray pointed beard. 

Velora walking ahead bypasses both figures, taking a seat at the opposite end of the table. Whitlaw, Kari, and Alistair gathering their senses step forward, as they do the first figure stand and turns towards them, revealing himself to be human, long blond hair waves down to his shoulders, light skin, and enchanting green eyes. At the mans sudden reveal, Whitelaw stops in his tracks and falls to his knees, kneeling before the man. Alistair seizes up, straightening his back he folds his left arm behind his back and his right over his chest then dips his torso forward bowing like that of venamiran knights.