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You give Duke Jigon the command of the combined forces, wishing him luck and glory.
Surely the numerical advantage on his side will earn him a victory, right?
Right?
411 AEC, Late Summer
5*
A month later news reach the palace - he was victorious after all! About two thousand of the peasant force was killed, the rest having fled. General Pilon was captured and executed along with the village elders and officers under his command. Out of the over seven thousand Kastorian loyalist soldiers, less than a thousand failed to return home.
Duke Jigon returns to the capital a week later, to a parade and cheering of the capital's folk.
And a week after that, the Drakes abandon the tower that was their nest and forge for the past hundred days. Upon a piece of sheepskin, they present to you a bracelet.
It is of the highest craftsdrakeship. It is made of sky iron, embedded with pieces of Sky Iron ore of varying size, and with a large sky iron clasp fashioned into the image of the Castle Kastoria. The black metal has a cold, dark blue polish to it.
The Drakes look extremely proud and pleased with the result.
"The Stars were in good alignment and the spirits imbued the bracelet with much magic. It is a good craft." The nod and hiss in agreement as their leader steps forward and bows, presenting the bracelet to you. You take it, immediately noticing that despite being made of iron and with chunks of ore embedded innit, the bracelet weighs very little.
"So, what does its magic do?"
"The Fisherman became chief patron of the bracelet, the Good Star watching from an angle atop the Root of All." You blink, not understanding Drakish jumbo-mumbo at all. "It shall keep your body from illness and sickness, and seas will keep quiet wherever you command a ship upon their waters."
"Does it have a name?"
"Afondawl, Calm River." You put it on your right wrist and raise your hand for all to see. You don't feel any difference or strange feeling though.
The Drakes collect their bearings, the money they've earned for their work, and fly away north-west-northernly, to their home aeries of Cbran.
411 AEC, Winter
Here it is again! This annoying, low, droning, melodic humming inside your ears, whenever you pass by the stairs leading up this particular tower...
It all begun somewhere in Mid-Autumn, you reckon, when you had a sleepless night (you should stop indulging in honeycakes this much) and wandered about the castle, visiting the library, the temple, and then having a walk through the corridors.
The tower that is producing the sound - heard by nobody else - is one of the towers that was once used for storage, but recently its rooms were abandoned after the roof started to leak after the recent rains. You've sent few guards and servants over past month, but they've all came back saying that they saw nothing suspicious nor saw any instrument or item that could produce humming.
You stare at the stairs leading upwards, not sure what to do.
A) I better find some exorcists and purge the tower from all those humming demons!
B) The tower must go - we shall take it apart and send the rubble away from the palace!
C) How about Lycwl the Adventurer? Maybe I will earn a magic blessing or something up there!
D) -
