Treasures of Grovengar

Permissions and Orders

After doing his morning prayers and training with Mitra, Sadiek hurried to the Archbishop's office again. He had been going every day for the past three months, hoping that the Archbishop would grant him leave to go on his pilgrimage but no such luck.

"Maybe if you annoy him enough, he will let you." Mitra had teased but Sadiek thought it was a wonderful idea. He sauntered through the hall when he heard a voice again.

"Sadiek." He froze. "You have been ignoring me." Sadiek shook off the feeling of instinctual fear and made his way to the Archbishop's office. The doors flew open and the same voice he had heard in the hallway called him inside. Sadiek entered the office and saw that the Archbishop was sitting, unnaturally stiff.

"Your Grace?" Sadiek heard his voice shake.

"You scurried away from me like a mouse Sadiek. It is not wise to run from the God you serve." The Archbishops' voice wasn't normal. It sounded as if a dozen voices were overlapping.

"You shall go to the city of Spitfire. There you shall find the kobold they call Einar. You need her."

"For what?" Sadiek was curious, as elves are to be.

"Someone is stealing from the gods. If they are allowed to gather this power, they shall have the ability of creation and destruction. They could destroy everything and make themselves all-powerful. Go find the kobold Sadiek." Sadiek bowed. Sadiek grabbed the ring and ran back to his quarters. He pulled on his armor and riding gear and picked up his pack. He ran to the stables and tacked up his horse and put his barding. Sadiek mounted his white mare, Eliope, and nudged her flank, and off they went.

Sadiek was positive that the orders given to him were not from the Archbishop but from Korumack. Besides, the Archbishop can't get mad at me for following orders from our God right? He thought. Sadiek rode hard and fast, and he made it to the gates just before the Sun touched the western horizon. The obsidian walls of the city rose higher than a giant. As Sadiek slowed his horse to a trot and got closer, he saw that the gates were made of bronze and had runes carved into it. There were two guards, one on either side of the gate, both wearing matching armor. Black with a red bronze droplet centered on their breastplate and their shields and Sadiek noticed that the guards lowered their spears.

"Halt traveler. Remove your helm." The guard on the right commanded. I love this feeling. Sadiek grinned as he took off his helmet and shook out his hair. It didn't gather a lot of sweat, seeing as most of it was shaved but the three-inch mohawk just seemed so luxurious when he waved it about. The guard seemed unimpressed and raised his spear back to an unthreatening height.

"You may enter Elf." The gates rose and Sadiek rode towards the inn.

He dismounted his horse and led it into the stable where he untacked her and rubbed her down. Once he made sure that Eliope would be safe for the night, he tucked his helm under his arm and picked up his bags. Tossing them over his shoulder, he walked into the inn and was greeted with loud music and fairy lights. Surprised and a little on edge, Sadiek made his way through a dense crowd, to the bar, which was somehow more packed than the rest of the room.

"A room for the night please?" Sadiek shouted over the noise at a bartender. A cute Sukta girl with purple hair and dead eyes. The dress she wore was an old and ratty one and around her wrist, on a bracelet dangled an orange 2. She held out her hand and Sadiek dropped some coins in her outstretched palm.

"Upstairs. Third door on the left." She turned to go take care of some rowdy men down the bar.

"Thank you," Sadiek mumbled and pushed his way through the crowd and to the stairs. He managed to find his room and unfortunately, the walls didn't block out too much of the noise from the partying bar that was underneath him. However, he didn't let it dampen his spirits.