IC Story Thread: Ch.1, Ad.3 - Black Hand

As you all emerge physically, returning to the Druedain village, and mentally, clearing the cognitive fog of the mystic journey, you learn it is the second morning following the evening on which you embarked upon the ordeal.

As you come down the path, into the hillside settlement, members of the tribe rise and peer carefully and count who is returning, and when they see it is all four of you, there is a good level of excitement. Druedain leaping, "Yop"-ing, and slapping of thighs to show exuberance for the new, honorary members of their people.

Then they come to you with food, and drink, and asking many questions which - in the tumult of voices - even Turil can't understand.

The Chanter leads you all back to the dug-out, lean-to-like shelter where you gain some solitude and have some time to rest.



After a time, the elder comes to the shelter and speaks.

"Having seen the world through time, as we have seen it, and in opening yourself up to the wisdom of those things which are a part of our world yet beyond our realm, we welcome you as a People alike to our own People.

Our fire is your fire, our shelter your shelter. If you are in need of aid, you need but ask and we shall lend it. And if our People become in need of aid, we ask that you lend your hand...

Now. We welcome you to dwell here for as long as you wish, though we also know you have ... a matter that demands your attention..."

The Druedain are eager now to share the pipeweed and speak with you all.

However the Elder kind of dismisses Turil's apology, "Already we struggled against the Shadow. Your arrival has brought nothing new in that regard - other than new allies. And so it is all to the good.

And yes, take what time you need, we have little provisions nor warriors to spare, but I wish to know more of your quarry.

There have been some... strange things happening on the mountain recently, and so I think we will each learn from the other."

"Our Mystics watch over our lands, in part, through the eyes of our Stone Sisters...", the Elder gestures outside the door of the dugout lean-to toward a squat stone statue, or totem, that looks like a rudimentary carving of a person, weathered and growing moss and lichen.

" They are scattered about the mountains, and with their aid we are able to see great distances, anywhere they are.

But some weeks ago some of our Stone Sisters were blinded. Never in the stories of our People has this happened. We sent hunters to tend to them, one party returned noting that nothing was outwardly wrong or changed with the Sister, the other... has not returned.", at that the Elder looks sad and concerned.

The Elder wags her head, "Some may be grown over by grass or bush, but no, they are often placed in exposed positions as the more they can see, the better we can see through them.

Also... we have had no reason to hide them. They are a secret that... very few... outside of our People know of."

She bows back but holds up her hands to indicate a degree of hesitancy, "It is a most generous offer, but... for the Sisters, we don't yet know what has even happened, much less what is needed to right it.

As for the missing hunters... Winter is coming, and we must make preparations. We have sent for aid from other tribes, but they must make the same preparations, and we have not yet received the additional hunters we would need to mount a search effort.

It was not my intent to make this your trouble. Already we have sent in motion our own measures that we hope will resolve it. And I know you have your own troubles.

But...

Perhaps our troubles overlap? When you all were first found by our scouting party, you were on a course that was generally headed towards the area of our blinded Sisters... Please. Tell me more of your troubles? Where do you go? What do you expect to find there?"

"We can certainly afford you a guide, to get you at least very near your destination. Whether they could serve in a role beyond that may depend on what is needed beyond that..."

Two Druedain hunters lead you all to the nearest blinded Stone Sister. It is about a day's hike from the settlement.

The statuette is perhaps two feet tall, depicts a crude carving of a humanoid of indeterminate gender, but the figure is positioned in a squatting position or perhaps sitting back on their haunches, with their elbows tucked in close to their chin and their hands resting on top of their head. It is covered in lichen and mostly shrouded by the bushy grasses surrounding it.

The trek to the Sister has taken you up in elevation a good distance and the temperature is rather cold up here. There is frost on the grass and an underlying crust of snow or permafrost coating much of the ground beneath the dry spindly blades. Coniferous trees are still thick here, but the alpine tree-line is less than 1,000 meters above you, you would guess.

The hunter indicates that there is another blinded sister relatively nearby (a few hours hike), and shows you the trail and trail-markers that lead to it. But notes that the other blinded sisters besides these two are not on the same trail, and are infact a good distance away on the other side of the mountain ridge.

Because your only other lead on where to try to find Urqakar is the nautical map, and that does not denote topograghy or accurate mountain features, you can use the stars to try to move towards the mark, but in mountaineering a straight line is rarely the best path, as a canyon or mountain wall could present an impassable hindrance...

Duinhir finds that there are no outward signs of disturbance or meddling with the statue, or even really in the nearby surrounding area.

No damage to the stone that could indicate it's been struck violently, no disturbed mosses or lichen on it's surface that could have indicated of it had been less roughly touched or moved, no indication on the ground or grasses around it that could indicate it was moved. No human tracks in the area that don't belong to your traveling contingent.

The guides again show your the trail, and it's markers, and say that it should be a relatively simple matter for you to navigate to the next Sister. Going all the way to it and back would add on a half day to their absence and the clan is trying to prepare for winter, so they would prefer not to delay their return.

They also say that they tend not to touch them, but it's not forbidden or anything, and so in the interest of ensuring it's not a fake, they kind of just shrug and indicate that it's probably ok.

Upon doing so, the statuette seems to have an appropriate weight, solid bottom, all that.

The next Sister is at an even higher elevation, still several hundred meters below timber line, but it is colder and windier.

This Sister would be easy to miss if you hadn't the trail markings, as it's back is to the trail, and it is heaped with accumulating dirt and debris from the slow erosion of years. The statuette sits on a prominence looking off across a valley to another arm of another mountain.

And as you take in the surroundings, still gathering yourself in this new place, perhaps it is the direction of the "gaze" of the diminutive stone person that draws your own eyes in the same direction, or perhaps it is just chance... but there you notice the distant and vague forms of... two figures on the other side of the valley. It's hard to make out much about them at this distance other than they walk upright on two legs.

The general course of the distant figures seems to be away from you all. But as is the nature of mountainous travel, switchbacks could point them in your direction rather unpredictably, even if only for a short time.

As Cirion thinks back to what he experienced by the mountain pool at the foot of the waterfall, during their ordeal, and the things he felt through the water - and whether he might be able to feel similar things here, he can see their is a mountain stream the winds along the bottom of the small valley, between the figures and him.

And although they are well away from it now, and getting further from it with every step, perhaps they passed over or through it earlier?

There is also the matter of the cold... the frosted grass and the crust of snow, begs the question of, will there be any liquid water in the stream?

It doesn't take long before the figures are passing in and out of visibility due to intervening trees, and soon after they're over a ridge and out of sight.

And you all our if their sight.

The trek down to the stream takes a bit of time, due to switch backs and the unstable gravely slope, but before too long you're there and although there is a crust if ice reaching out from the overhanging, dead-grass lining the banks, there is a bare rivulet of water winding through it.