Chapter One: The Path of Discovery

'The tales of you certainly are impressive.' She nods towards Grontha before turning to Tomas.

'There are several theories. The veil between our plane and that of the Fey are thin there, and the fey are only tamed by their own weird alien rules.

'Yet to fey they make perfect sense. I do urge you to be careful, if the rumours are true. Though that does remind me, apparently the ruins are veiled in someway, possibly fey influence. Only Jadis could pass, her companions could not. We believe it may be due to a mark of her order she was carrying, an enchanted cold iron token, meant to guard them from tricks that would lead them astray.'

She holds a hand out to one of her guards and he retrieves a box from a bag. She opens it to reveal 4 coins, crafted from a dark metal, carved with words in a language Haun-ui will recognise as celestial. 'A soul is louder than a voice'.

'We have recreated the coin, with Jadis's blessing. We were only able to make four, another reason for a forward group to survey the ruins. Maybe there is a way to clear this mist'

Jadis nods in agreement, before her head turns to the pen an paper, looking at it for a while before slowly starting to right, hesitancy suggesting her writing in rare, though it is just about legible.

'Words can hold tricks, intentional or otherwise. One must speak and judged through their actions and intentions, not their promises, or appearances, that which in truth holds no weight.'

'I admit I hope that's is not the case. Still if the mist looks like it's there to stay, I guess once the ruins are cleared as not being dangerous, the Captains men can take turns with the coins getting stuff out

'In a few days, on the first of Rova. I have already arranged for general camping supplies and the like for you all, but if there is anything you may think will be useful, I could maybe spare a bit. For now though feel free to drink and get to know one another, but unfortunately I have other buisness to attend to, unless there are any other last minute questions?

Honey, you get the impression most people is Restov only know basic information about the stolen lands. You get a lot of shrugs, and mutterings of fey and using cold iron against them.

The area is quite a large expanse so the terrain changes to a degree, but the area you seem to be heading to is mostly plains and hills, with some forests around your destination. There is quite a lot of rumours of bandits, fighting over scraps of the land in hopes of being some sort of false lords of the area. The closeness to the feywilds also lends itself to quite a few magical beasts.

As you are finishing you information gathering you run into an older man who seems to have been enjoying a few too many drinks, all seems all to happy to fill you in on various stories.

'Y' know, the Taldan's tried t' conquer the place, but t'was too much fer t' greedy bastards. Though not the fey, no no, that's what they want y' to think. There was a bigger kingdom, the kingdom of the ages. Biggr' than Thassilon evn. Tho' hubris took it down, but still it won't give up it's clutches on the lands.'

Those nearby hearing the mans tale roll their eyes, clearing seeing it as nonsense.

The rest of the week passes fairly uneventfully. Information is gathered, supplies bought, ales downed by the several sailors, before eventually the expedition is underway.

The journey starts off uneventful. You four travel a bit ahead of the caravan most of the time to make sure the path is clear. As you enter the stolen lands you occasionally have to chase off the odd predator who wonders if you are an easy meal, but they are little trouble for the groups expertise.

As you are a few days from your destination, travelling through a slightly more forested area, you start to hear a commotion up ahead.

'I told you we should have taken the long route, but no we had to go through these godforsaken plains, and now we're play toys for damn fairies.'