My meeting with my superior goes better than most, for she agrees that my actions were best, regarding the codex. How should I phrase my next question. I want to be more than just a temple cleric. I want to serve the community, to be accepted and advance in the priesthood. Her reaction is worse than I imagined. She believes the group I traveled with, especially Trevor, is trouble. She again mentions the practice of sorcery. I want to explain that I am unique and talented, and only use it for good. She stops me short and tells me that others are scared - of me.
I am stunned. All my hopes are gone, crashing down like
the rocks that fell and destroyed the monstrous army this past
summer. I hide a tear, as my mind races to find something. How can I
be here, but also not be here? Do I break from the temple? What about
the new members of mine? Then an idea. I suggest to be in charge of a
new orphanage since this town has none. I would be in the community,
but be away from it. I tell her I have a rather large house by the
water, but would make sure it is okay with my friends, first. My
followers and I can staff it. My friends can be there, too. Then the
best news, the high priestess gives me her blessing to begin it.
these friends, I thought that we would go our separate ways, but the
Light works to keep us together. Two issues must be handled. First,
the others should agree to let me use the river house for the
orphanage. And second, for some strange reason, Brute has a strong
desire to report our failure to get the codex for Kalif.
the orphanage, Brute and Ohm Uri are fine with it. Trevor agrees. He
is also very upset. He spent an entire day overseeing workers to move
almost everything out of the house. He is more concerned with furniture
and wine than with helping children, especially when they are so
vulnerable. But there is some good, for many secret passageways and a
nasty trap are discovered.
My superior must be right about
Trevor. When he was moving items from the house, he finds a locked
chest. He tells Ohm Uri to open it without first checking if it is
trapped. Trevor knows that I can uncover and find traps. I am
elsewhere, however, and it seems that Trevor is up to his old tricks,
again. Ohm Uri opens the lock and acid sprays, burning his face. Then
Trevor uses an illusion to hide the wound. I eventually tend to the
burn, but how can Trevor act this way?
The chest holds a single
ring. Finally, Trevor has smarts and gives it to me, so I can examine
it. I move into a different room, so the new followers do not see what I
am about to do. I have a knack with sorcery, so, I take the ring and
start singing softly. I close my eyes and focus. The sorcery power is
there, ready to bend and shape, to show me what this ring can do. A
sense of being light or weightless, it is working! Then a darkness, and
a vision of the witch Miranda appears in front of me. She starts
weaving a curse. I open my eyes in a start. The vision seems so real,
like she was standing in front of me. I rest, for working the sorcery
is new to me. I tell about the ring being light, but also cursed, like
the other ring he found.
Brute takes the ring and puts it
on. Nothing happens. Knowing the curse, I am confident the Light will
remove it. Naturally, we try to remove it, and the curse holds it
strong. Then Camino, one of my new followers, pats Brute on the back,
making him float to the far end of the room. Brute's expressions are
quite comical and I must cover my laughter, so I do not upset him. The
more Brute tries to control himself, the worse he becomes. He tries to
swing his sword, but has very little leverage, and his motions make me
laugh even more. Sometimes laugher is good medicine.
codex, all during our visit to Kalif, I bite my lip, hoping he doesn't
ask me. The conversations become precarious, but the whirly witty words
of the Amazing Trevor spin a magnificent tale of our travels, thus,
keeping Kalif from asking sharp questions. I escape without saying a
word. Perhaps the Amazing Trevor has found a niche.
As we leave
the palace, we see a heavily guarded caravan enter. Brute and I notice
something odd with the wagons. I am not sure what I saw, but Brute is
very impatient, willing his sword to ask the questions. I calm Brute,
for a confrontation here with little proof, can only end worse for
us. We agree to return this evening to investigate more. I must stop
writing this entry, for we are all here now, planning our next move.