Cristole walked into the tavern like a man on a mission, his eyes scanning the crowded room until they found the familiar faces of his companions. With purposeful strides, he made his way over to the table, his armor clanking with each step. As he arrived, he pulled out a chair and sat down, his expression serious and determined.
Sloane sat there between Gisele and Mariel, the raithe girl a constant presence at her side. The rest of the knights and Nemura were also present, in fact, only Stefan was absent. The man had gone to meet with the Blade’s Guild to see if he could find out any information regarding the people after Mariel.
The high elf man took a deep breath as he sat down. “I found us a ship,” Cristole told the other knights. “It leaves tomorrow at first light. The ship is the Beyond the Azure Horizon.”
Sloane wasn’t sure what he said that made all of the knights at the table perk up, but Gisele leaned forward. “A Blightwych merchant vessel?”
Cristole's smile grew even wider as he spoke. “They are, indeed,” he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. “Their homeport is Brievé.”
Sloane raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Brievé? Isn’t that where Ernald is from?”
Maud nodded. “It is! I am surprised you remembered,” the telv healer said.
That made Sloane chuckle. “I am too, to be honest. That was so long ago!” She looked between Gisele and Ismeld. “You two are from the same city, right? The capital?”
Ismeld shared a glance with Gisele before nodding. “We are.”
Sloane sighed. “We’ve been together all of this time, and all of you still avoid talking about home. Why?”
The knights all seemed to fidget and look away at the same time. Gisele sucked in a breath from next to her before leaning forward onto her elbows. “Alright. You’re right. I believe it’s time we told you.”
Ismeld closed her eyes. “I can explain if you would like me to, Gisele,” the woman offered. “It is because of me that we are here.”
Gisele shook her head, compassion on her face. “No, Issy,” she said, determined. “We all chose this together. You all selected me to lead us, it is my responsibility.”
Sloane tried not to hold her breath. She glanced to her right and saw Mariel’s eyes wide and the girl listened in on the conversation. Nemura sat at the end of the table and was quietly drinking from her ale.
The orkun woman adjusted her position, turning to face Sloane directly. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly. When she opened her eyes, Knight-Captain Gisele Devereaux spoke, her voice low and solemn as she recounted the tale that led to the exile of the Knights of Haven’s Hope.
Gisele stood with her hands crossed behind her back as she waited, standing staring out at the distant blue horizon of the sea. It had been four weeks. Four weeks since the fall of her former order. Since the death of her commander.
She sucked in a breath, maintaining composure. Memories of the attack constantly assaulted her waking thoughts. The cries of the civilians that had been caught in the open by the raiders as they were cut down where they stood.
The sight of her commander, pierced over and over by spears after holding off ten men by himself.
Fires burning throughout the town.
It was their responsibility to hold a gap in the palisade, but that defense didn’t even surround the entirety of the town. It surrounded the core of it. The rest of the town outside of the palisade burned, and very little would survive.
She closed her eyes, forcing those thoughts away.
“Gisele?” a voice said from behind her.
She turned and saw her friend approaching. The two of them wore simple clothing–just some tunics, and pants. Their armor had been confiscated and their very titles were in question.
Gisele forced a smile on her face. “Issy. They let you come see me?”
Her best friend sighed. The two of them, nearly thirty winters old, had been friends since they were little girls. Attending balls together, school, and eventually université. She was the one person in the world she trusted more than anything, the truest of friends… a sister.
“My grandfather is… sympathetic. However, the council and the people are out for blood. They claim the order failed in its duties. That–”
“That is a lie! We held what we could. The town guard retreated behind the walls of the keep! Where was the navy? The army? Our small order was never supposed to defend against an invasion!” Gisele cried out.
It was the same argument she'd heard for the past three weeks. The generals and council couldn’t take that they’d failed; they needed a scapegoat to pin the blame for the Crisis at Havensway. Where nearly half of the population had died.
Ismeld stepped close and grabbed her shoulders. “Gisele. I know.” Her voice softened. “I know. Trust me, I have said it so many times. But my grandfather–” she sighed. “The king is in a poor position. He must show that he is acting, for everyone knows we cannot make war on Ve’roka. The ambassador to Lymtoria has been summoned. He will be questioned on why their… allies attacked. They were supposed to ensure this didn’t happen.”
Gisele sucked in a breath, and her eyes narrowed. “I do not care about the Lymtorians. The republic does not care about us and they do not see us as equals. We were attacked. The generals want to place the blame on us. What is to happen, Ismeld?”
“My unique… position is why everyone has not lost their knighthoods already. However, they’re calling for life imprisonment for all of the remaining officers and for all remaining members of the order to be Dishonored.”
That knocked the breath right out of Gisele. The remaining officers? She and Ismeld made up half of them.
Ismeld winced. “And the generals believe the highest-ranking officer should be executed for dereliction of duty.”
She froze. That–that was her. What–Why? She had done her duty!
Ismeld placed a hand under Gisele’s chin and lifted gently. “You will not be executed. There are other politics at play,” she reassured her before taking a quick breath. “Your… aunt will not allow a member of House Devereaux to be executed for a political play. My grandfather also forbids it; his granddaughter will not be imprisoned. Knight-Commander Clermont failed to uphold his duty and did not take command of the town guard as was his responsibility. That we managed to not completely lose the town is also a factor in our favor.”
“Why is my aunt here?” she managed to spit out.
Gisele’s aunt was the entire reason she left the capital, especially after Gisele refused to be married off for some political gain. Ismeld had come to her and told her to join her in spiting their families who only wanted to use them as political capital, as something to be traded. The two of them left without looking back and joined the knight order.
The king could have recalled Ismeld, but Gisele knew the old man had a soft spot for his granddaughter.
Ismeld rolled her eyes. “Why else? She doesn’t want your Dishonor to affect the House.”
Countess Devereaux only cared about the strength of the House, she barely cared for her own children. Never mind members of the branch family like Gisele; they were just tools to be used.
She felt sorry for her cousins, the woman was a snake.
“The countess would be more suited for the pit of vipers that is Aviran nobility,” Gisele sneered.
Ismeld huffed a laugh. “I hear her youngest daughter will be attending the Royal Academy of Avira in a few years.”
Gisele sighed. “Of course she would send Adrienne there. The girl is too sweet for that family.” She shook her head. “But, enough about that woman. What is to happen?”
“That’s why I’m here. Grandfather has summoned us.”
Gisele’s eyes widened. “The king…”
“Yes. He wishes to speak to us before making a judgment.”
“Shit.”
Ismeld smirked and held out a hand. “Shall we?”
Gisele rolled her eyes and pushed her friend’s hand away. “I’m not holding your hand, Issy. We’re grown women.”
Gisele waited next to Ismeld as the two stood stock still while they waited for the doors to the inner council chambers to open. Two members of the Royal Guard in their turquoise-trimmed armor stood silently on either side. The scourge trident crest of Blightwych was prominently displayed on their tabards.
As the doors finally opened, Gisele and Ismeld entered the council chambers, which were spacious and well-lit. The walls were adorned with tapestries depicting great battles and important moments in Blightwych's history. At the far end of the room sat the table where the Council of Lords would convene; a group of the most influential and powerful nobles in the kingdom.
It was currently empty.
Gisele and Ismeld approached the center of the room, where a lone figure stood waiting for them. It was the King's advisor, a wizened old man named Lord Marcus.
“Good morning, Lady Gisele,” Lord Marcus said with a bittersweet smile. “And Lady Ismeld, it is good to see you again.”
Gisele and Ismeld both bowed respectfully. “Good morning, My Lord,” Gisele said.
“His Majesty will be here momentarily, but first I wanted to speak with the two of you.”
Ismeld tilted her head in confusion. “Is everything–”
The lord raised a hand. “The king is going to give you both an offer, one that is not beneficial to his position at all.” He looked kindly at Ismeld. “Your grandfather loves you dearly, Ismeld. Even if you believed it best to step away from your official duties of the royal family, he has not stopped hoping that you would return. If only to spend time with him.”
The king had three children, a son, and two daughters. Ismeld was the third and youngest child of the king’s second-born, his oldest daughter. As such, that precluded Ismeld from holding the title of princess, an honor only granted to her mother.
The Countess Ismeld d’Argin had forgone usage of her title since joining the Knight Order of Havensway, as was proper. Joining an order was equivalent to giving your life to the Church, your past status was put below the duty and authority of the new organization. The only difference was that the orders did not require you to renounce your title upon entrance.
Ismeld took a deep breath. “What would you have us do, Marcus?” she asked.
The man glanced between the two of them. “You two have long sought to distance yourself from high society. So, this should not be too difficult…”
Gisele closed her eyes. “Lord Marcus, please.”
He sighed. “Fine. If the two of you form a new order, one that will leave the kingdom, the rest of your order will be spared the Dishonor and retain their knighthoods.”
Ismeld narrowed her eyes. “You wish for us to be exiled?”
The man shook his head. “No. The king would never accept that. I wish for you to voluntarily… leave. And only return if you can prove your honor.”
“Lord Marcus, there are requirements to creating an order,” Gisele pointed out. “For starters, it cannot just be the two of us.”
He nodded. “Yes. You must choose four more to join you in your self-imposed exile.” The lord focused on Gisele’s friend. “And… Ismeld, you may never use your title outside of the kingdom.”
“I wouldn’t have used it anyway. I haven’t since I left, after all,” Ismeld said quietly.
The man nodded. “I am aware. Remember, this is the decision the two of you made.” He gave a pointed look at Ismeld. “Together.”
Gisele and Ismeld both nodded.
“I understand…” Ismeld said, her eyes on Gisele.
The advisor turned and led them toward where they would meet the king. As they walked, Ismeld whispered, “Together.”
Gisele nodded to her closest friend. “Together.”
She didn’t turn her head, but she could feel Ismeld’s quiet stare boring into her as they reached the king’s official office. Gisele knew it would break her heart to see the emotions that the woman fought to contain. For she knew what truly lay hidden in the woman’s heart.
As Gisele finished her story, tears were streaming down her face. Ismeld had moved to sit behind her friend and had placed a hand on top of the orkun’s. The remainder of the knights sat solemnly, Sloane supposed it was a story they knew well.
She couldn’t imagine what that would feel like. To be essentially exiled from your own homeland.
“While I do not use my title, I still have the technical authority to grant a peerage. That's why your title has never been in question,” Ismeld added.
Sloane nodded. She had been wondering for a long time how it was justified. Essentially being a princess made sense.
“We reached an agreement with the king, and then spoke with the knights with whom we were closest. They came without question,” Gisele said as she looked between the other knights. Her gaze lingered on Maud. “Maud gave up so much to join us. She…”
“She is a treasure,” Ismeld finished. “She left all that she knew, just to ensure we had a medic with us.”
The redhead sniffled. “Ah, stop. You’re going to make me cry. I just did what anyone would do. You guys needed someone to fix you up when you got hurt.” She turned and pointed at Cristole. “And when I say you guys, I mean you Cristole.”
Everyone chuckled. The high elf man just shook his head. “I know you’ve always got my back, Maud. No matter how hurt I get.”
Deryk snorted. “Thank Eona that you were blessed with magic,” he added.
Maud huffed a laugh. “Yeah…” She turned and looked at Sloane. “We’re going to miss you, Sloane.”
Tiberius cried out, “Wrryaatt!” as he hopped over to Maud, who responded with a cheerful laugh and a pat on Sloane’s manatek falcon.
The bird let out a series of chirps as if he was trying to talk to the woman.
Maud chuckled and replied, “I'll miss you too, Tib.”
Sloane just shook her head as her bird cozied up with the woman.
“I’m going to miss all of you too. I couldn’t have gotten this far without you. It’s been a crazy journey,” Sloane said.
Gisele looked at Sloane with concern. “Are you sure you'll be okay traveling on your own? With the people after Mariel, maybe you should come with us to Blightwych. We can search there for Gwyn…” she started.
Sloane nodded confidently, glancing at the telv woman at the end of the table. “I'll have Nemura and Stefan with me, and we'll be fine. Besides, Mariel needs to go to Rosale. You all need to take everything we’ve learned back to your home." she replied.
Gisele sighed. “I understand. Just promise us you'll be careful,” she said, reaching across the table to take Sloane’s hand.
“I promise,” Sloane said, smiling at her friend. “And when we're all done with our separate journeys, we'll meet up again and share our stories.”
Gisele smiled back. “I look forward to it,” she said, squeezing Sloane's hand before letting go. “Now, we have plenty of daylight remaining. Let’s spend it together.”
Sloane chuckled. “Don’t forget that you still need to sell the wagon!”
Gisele closed her eyes, mumbling to herself.
Cristole and Deryk laughed.
“Ah, of all the moments to miss Ernald,” Cristole said.
“I hope he’s doing alright…” Maud said.
Ismeld sniffed. “That man probably has a baby on the way at this point. He and Adaega are disgustingly in love.”
Sloane smiled, remembering the morning Adaega and Ernald announced their decision to be together. Adaega was unbelievably happy, and Ernald, the goofy scholar, had been so smitten.
She knew they would be happy together. Adaega got her knight in shining armor in the end.
Laughter filled the air as the group reminisced about the challenges they had faced and shared their expectations for the future. Their conversation flowed seamlessly, like a river meandering through a peaceful meadow, carrying with it the memories of their journey and the hopes for what was yet to come. It was a moment of camaraderie, a celebration of their perseverance, and a reminder that no matter where their paths may lead, they would always be bound together by the bond of their shared experience.
Sloane looked around the table, everyone drinking and happy, but she couldn’t help but feel worried. Gisele caught her hesitation.
“What are you thinking?” the orkun woman asked.
“About you all. I’m worried for you. Do you have a plan?”
Gisele flashed Sloane a wide grin, her sharp tusks accentuated by the gesture. “Of course I do,” she replied confidently. “We will make our way to Arginwych and request an audience with the king. Once there, we will showcase Maud's and my magic, along with Ismeld's skill in utilizing all that you've given her. We will lay out everything we have learned and hopefully provide our people with the guidance they need to navigate this bewildering new reality.”
Sloane let out a deep sigh. “That sounds like a plan with a severe lack of details,” she remarked.
Gisele reached out and patted Sloane's leg, offering a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry so much. We’ll be alright. You’ve helped us learn so much. After all, I wouldn’t be a Warder on my thirty-seventh step–”
Sloane shook her head in frustration. “Levels! They're called levels!” she corrected with a groan.
Gisele chuckled. “You realize no one is going to call them that with the church spreading its version of naming for the… system,” she explained.
Sloane let out a deep sigh, momentarily interrupted by Cristole's raised mug and enthusiastic call of “Gisele!” The orkun woman turned towards the group of knights and raised her own glass in response, causing Sloane to lean back in her seat and reflect on the close bonds she had formed with her companions. They had become more than just friends; they were her family, providing unwavering support and stability since her arrival in Eona. Sloane knew that she wouldn't have made it this far without them, and the thought of parting ways left her with a sense of profound loss.
However, she also recognized that her search was far from over and that this was merely the start of a new chapter in her journey to find Gwyn.
She now had Nemura and Stefan to join her and the two were capable in their own way. Sloane was forever grateful for them joining her for as long as it took to find her daughter.
As the sun began to set and the group settled down for the night, Sloane found herself lost in thought, thinking about all the things she still needed to do and the places she still needed to go. They would take Mariel to Rosale, searching for Gwyn along the way, then they would continue to Avira.
With a deep breath, Sloane closed her eyes, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. She was ready for whatever lay ahead.
Sloane walked alongside her companions as they strolled down the pier towards the merchant vessel, Beyond the Azure Horizon. The knights had explained that various cultures had unique ways of naming their ships, and the name of this particular vessel embodied the essence of Blightwych. Though Sloane didn't quite comprehend it, she wasn't one to question it either.
As they made their way, Sloane turned to her friends and asked once more, “You all packed everything you'll need, right?”
Cristole chuckled and teased, “Yes, mother. We've got everything we need.”
Sloane's expression darkened, and she scolded, “Don't sass me. You're all leaving, and I'm worried about you. When will I see you again? We didn't even discuss that!” She threw up her hands in frustration, feeling a mix of emotions as she prepared to bid farewell to the knights.
Gisele comforted Sloane by putting an arm around her and pulling her close. “Don't worry, Sloane. We'll be searching for Gwyn in Blightwych, and if we receive any information, we'll send word to Avira City.”
Maud joined in on the other side, adding, "And if we do find her, we'll personally escort her to the capital city of Avira to meet with you there." Their words reassured Sloane, and she felt a sense of gratitude toward her friends for their unwavering support.
Gisele nodded. “Absolutely. Barring that, we will send word to Avira in one year.”
“We are here,” Cristole said.
Sloane took a deep breath as the group stopped in front of the ship. The Beyond the Azure Horizon, an overengineered schooner that looked over fifty meters long, was an impressive sight. The ship displayed a robust construction, evident in its reinforced oak planks and sturdy iron bands encircling the keel, purposefully designed to endure the relentless onslaught of turbulent waves. Every detail spoke of the meticulous efforts taken by the ship's architects to ensure optimal stability and maneuverability, even amidst the harshest sea conditions.
Sloane's observant eyes took note of the vessel's three towering masts, standing tall and impressive even with the sails securely stowed. Its sleek design hinted at its speed, inviting her imagination to envision the ship gracefully slicing through the water with remarkable agility.
A silence enveloped the group, broken only by the distant calls of sailors and seagull-like birds. Though they had extensively discussed their plans, a subtle air of uncertainty lingered amongst them as they prepared to embark. For a moment, it seemed as though they were reluctant to leave, perhaps feeling uncertain about what lay ahead.
Sloane's gaze shifted toward the knights as they turned in unison, and for a moment, a twinge of sadness touched her heart, the impending separation all too soon. As if sensing her internal struggle, Nemura stood respectfully nearby, accompanied by Mariel, allowing Sloane the space to say her goodbyes. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she composed her emotions, recognizing the importance of being a pillar of strength for her friends. With unwavering determination, she stepped forward to join her friends, ready to bid them farewell.
Maud suddenly rushed forward and wrapped her in a tight embrace. “Take care of yourself, Sloane,” Maud said, her voice soft and filled with emotion. “I'll miss you.”
Sloane returned the hug, feeling a lump form in her throat. “I'll miss you too, Maud,” she replied. “Take care of yourself, and keep these guys out of trouble, okay?”
Maud let out a soft laugh, though a tinge of sorrow still lingered in her gaze. “I'll do my best,” she replied, slowly withdrawing from their embrace. “And thanks to my newfound connections within the Church, I plan to ensure that we are given the respect we deserve.”
Sloane flashed Maud a knowing grin. The healer had worked tirelessly to provide aid and comfort during the trying year of siege, earning her a significant amount of goodwill among the people of Marketbol. In fact, she may as well be considered a saintess for how much they love her.
“I have no doubt that you will accomplish great things,” Sloane reassured her, beaming with pride. “I look forward to seeing the wonders you will work the next time we meet.”
The woman nodded, returning to the group to give way to Gisele.
The knight-captain stepped forward, her expression serious but warm. Sloane felt a sense of comfort and familiarity wash over her as she locked eyes with her friend. Despite the gravity of the situation, Gisele's presence was a calming force for Sloane.
“Sloane, you know how much you mean to us,” Gisele said, her voice steady. “You're family to us, and we'll never forget the bond we've built since your arrival on Eona. Once we settle things in our home, we'll do everything in our power to find Gwyn and bring her back to you.”
Sloane felt her eyes begin to water, and she swallowed hard. “Thank you, Gisele,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Without another word, Gisele stepped forward and pulled Sloane into a strong embrace. Sloane felt a sense of warmth and gratitude wash over her as she hugged her friend back. Though they may be separated by distance and circumstance, Sloane knew that the bond they had built would endure.
After a few moments, Gisele pulled away, her expression serious once more.
Sloane reached into her satchel, pulling out a copy of her Runecrafting Journal, an exact replica Orthan had transcribed with his magic. Its pages contained all of her accumulated knowledge on runes, gems, and enchanting, as well as an assortment of designs for her many crafted items.
Extending the journal towards Gisele, Sloane remarked, “I promised you a copy. Please use it well.”
Gisele drew in a sharp breath, vowing to make the most of it.
At that moment, Ismeld appeared at Gisele's side and placed a comforting hand on the orkun’s shoulder. “With your permission,” she addressed Sloane, “I will establish a new Reinhart Center in Argenwych under your name. The center will utilize this journal to aid our nation while honoring your contributions. As a Baroness of Blightwych, you have given us so much, and it is the least we can do in return.”
Sloane was overcome with emotion and rushed forward, embracing Ismeld in a tight hug, causing the woman to momentarily falter in surprise. Gisele quickly joined in, and the three women shared a tender moment together.
As they held each other tightly, Sloane whispered, “Ismeld, I'm at a loss for words.”
Ismeld let out a small huff of amusement. “Just say yes, woman. And perhaps loosen your grip on me a bit,” she added with a chuckle.
Sloane let out a bittersweet chuckle, her eyes misting over with unshed tears. “Yes. Thank you, Ismeld,” she managed to say, her voice choked with emotion.
After they reluctantly released their embrace, Gisele gave Sloane a mournful smile. “We have to go,” she murmured. “But do not worry, we will stay connected. I give you my word.”
Sloane nodded in agreement, her eyes tracing the movements of Gisele and Ismeld as they rejoined the group of knights. Deryk and Cristole exchanged their goodbyes, while Maud dashed forward for one final embrace.
But all too soon, the group had to part ways. Sloane watched as her friends boarded the ship, her heart heavy with a mixture of sorrow and gratitude.
With a deep inhale, Sloane steadied herself as the ship's boarding ramp was pulled away. She knew that from that moment forward, she was solely responsible for charting her own path, with no more following in the footsteps of others.
Baroness Sloane Reinhart would make her friends proud.
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Cristole walked into the tavern like a man on a mission, his eyes scanning the crowded room until they found the familiar faces of his companions. With purposeful strides, he made his way over to the table, his armor clanking with each step. As he arrived, he pulled out a chair and sat down, his expression serious and determined.
Sloane sat there between Gisele and Mariel, the raithe girl a constant presence at her side. The rest of the knights and Nemura were also present, in fact, only Stefan was absent. The man had gone to meet with the Blade’s Guild to see if he could find out any information regarding the people after Mariel.
The high elf man took a deep breath as he sat down. “I found us a ship,” Cristole told the other knights. “It leaves tomorrow at first light. The ship is the Beyond the Azure Horizon.”
Sloane wasn’t sure what he said that made all of the knights at the table perk up, but Gisele leaned forward. “A Blightwych merchant vessel?”
Cristole's smile grew even wider as he spoke. “They are, indeed,” he said, his voice filled with satisfaction. “Their homeport is Brievé.”
Sloane raised an eyebrow in surprise. “Brievé? Isn’t that where Ernald is from?”
Maud nodded. “It is! I am surprised you remembered,” the telv healer said.
That made Sloane chuckle. “I am too, to be honest. That was so long ago!” She looked between Gisele and Ismeld. “You two are from the same city, right? The capital?”
Ismeld shared a glance with Gisele before nodding. “We are.”
Sloane sighed. “We’ve been together all of this time, and all of you still avoid talking about home. Why?”
The knights all seemed to fidget and look away at the same time. Gisele sucked in a breath from next to her before leaning forward onto her elbows. “Alright. You’re right. I believe it’s time we told you.”
Ismeld closed her eyes. “I can explain if you would like me to, Gisele,” the woman offered. “It is because of me that we are here.”
Gisele shook her head, compassion on her face. “No, Issy,” she said, determined. “We all chose this together. You all selected me to lead us, it is my responsibility.”
Sloane tried not to hold her breath. She glanced to her right and saw Mariel’s eyes wide and the girl listened in on the conversation. Nemura sat at the end of the table and was quietly drinking from her ale.
The orkun woman adjusted her position, turning to face Sloane directly. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, and then exhaled slowly. When she opened her eyes, Knight-Captain Gisele Devereaux spoke, her voice low and solemn as she recounted the tale that led to the exile of the Knights of Haven’s Hope.
Gisele stood with her hands crossed behind her back as she waited, standing staring out at the distant blue horizon of the sea. It had been four weeks. Four weeks since the fall of her former order. Since the death of her commander.
She sucked in a breath, maintaining composure. Memories of the attack constantly assaulted her waking thoughts. The cries of the civilians that had been caught in the open by the raiders as they were cut down where they stood.
The sight of her commander, pierced over and over by spears after holding off ten men by himself.
Fires burning throughout the town.
It was their responsibility to hold a gap in the palisade, but that defense didn’t even surround the entirety of the town. It surrounded the core of it. The rest of the town outside of the palisade burned, and very little would survive.
She closed her eyes, forcing those thoughts away.
“Gisele?” a voice said from behind her.
She turned and saw her friend approaching. The two of them wore simple clothing–just some tunics, and pants. Their armor had been confiscated and their very titles were in question.
Gisele forced a smile on her face. “Issy. They let you come see me?”
Her best friend sighed. The two of them, nearly thirty winters old, had been friends since they were little girls. Attending balls together, school, and eventually université. She was the one person in the world she trusted more than anything, the truest of friends… a sister.
“My grandfather is… sympathetic. However, the council and the people are out for blood. They claim the order failed in its duties. That–”
“That is a lie! We held what we could. The town guard retreated behind the walls of the keep! Where was the navy? The army? Our small order was never supposed to defend against an invasion!” Gisele cried out.
It was the same argument she'd heard for the past three weeks. The generals and council couldn’t take that they’d failed; they needed a scapegoat to pin the blame for the Crisis at Havensway. Where nearly half of the population had died.
Ismeld stepped close and grabbed her shoulders. “Gisele. I know.” Her voice softened. “I know. Trust me, I have said it so many times. But my grandfather–” she sighed. “The king is in a poor position. He must show that he is acting, for everyone knows we cannot make war on Ve’roka. The ambassador to Lymtoria has been summoned. He will be questioned on why their… allies attacked. They were supposed to ensure this didn’t happen.”
Gisele sucked in a breath, and her eyes narrowed. “I do not care about the Lymtorians. The republic does not care about us and they do not see us as equals. We were attacked. The generals want to place the blame on us. What is to happen, Ismeld?”
“My unique… position is why everyone has not lost their knighthoods already. However, they’re calling for life imprisonment for all of the remaining officers and for all remaining members of the order to be Dishonored.”
That knocked the breath right out of Gisele. The remaining officers? She and Ismeld made up half of them.
Ismeld winced. “And the generals believe the highest-ranking officer should be executed for dereliction of duty.”
She froze. That–that was her. What–Why? She had done her duty!
Ismeld placed a hand under Gisele’s chin and lifted gently. “You will not be executed. There are other politics at play,” she reassured her before taking a quick breath. “Your… aunt will not allow a member of House Devereaux to be executed for a political play. My grandfather also forbids it; his granddaughter will not be imprisoned. Knight-Commander Clermont failed to uphold his duty and did not take command of the town guard as was his responsibility. That we managed to not completely lose the town is also a factor in our favor.”
“Why is my aunt here?” she managed to spit out.
Gisele’s aunt was the entire reason she left the capital, especially after Gisele refused to be married off for some political gain. Ismeld had come to her and told her to join her in spiting their families who only wanted to use them as political capital, as something to be traded. The two of them left without looking back and joined the knight order.
The king could have recalled Ismeld, but Gisele knew the old man had a soft spot for his granddaughter.
Ismeld rolled her eyes. “Why else? She doesn’t want your Dishonor to affect the House.”
Countess Devereaux only cared about the strength of the House, she barely cared for her own children. Never mind members of the branch family like Gisele; they were just tools to be used.
She felt sorry for her cousins, the woman was a snake.
“The countess would be more suited for the pit of vipers that is Aviran nobility,” Gisele sneered.
Ismeld huffed a laugh. “I hear her youngest daughter will be attending the Royal Academy of Avira in a few years.”
Gisele sighed. “Of course she would send Adrienne there. The girl is too sweet for that family.” She shook her head. “But, enough about that woman. What is to happen?”
“That’s why I’m here. Grandfather has summoned us.”
Gisele’s eyes widened. “The king…”
“Yes. He wishes to speak to us before making a judgment.”
“Shit.”
Ismeld smirked and held out a hand. “Shall we?”
Gisele rolled her eyes and pushed her friend’s hand away. “I’m not holding your hand, Issy. We’re grown women.”
Gisele waited next to Ismeld as the two stood stock still while they waited for the doors to the inner council chambers to open. Two members of the Royal Guard in their turquoise-trimmed armor stood silently on either side. The scourge trident crest of Blightwych was prominently displayed on their tabards.
As the doors finally opened, Gisele and Ismeld entered the council chambers, which were spacious and well-lit. The walls were adorned with tapestries depicting great battles and important moments in Blightwych's history. At the far end of the room sat the table where the Council of Lords would convene; a group of the most influential and powerful nobles in the kingdom.
It was currently empty.
Gisele and Ismeld approached the center of the room, where a lone figure stood waiting for them. It was the King's advisor, a wizened old man named Lord Marcus.
“Good morning, Lady Gisele,” Lord Marcus said with a bittersweet smile. “And Lady Ismeld, it is good to see you again.”
Gisele and Ismeld both bowed respectfully. “Good morning, My Lord,” Gisele said.
“His Majesty will be here momentarily, but first I wanted to speak with the two of you.”
Ismeld tilted her head in confusion. “Is everything–”
The lord raised a hand. “The king is going to give you both an offer, one that is not beneficial to his position at all.” He looked kindly at Ismeld. “Your grandfather loves you dearly, Ismeld. Even if you believed it best to step away from your official duties of the royal family, he has not stopped hoping that you would return. If only to spend time with him.”
The king had three children, a son, and two daughters. Ismeld was the third and youngest child of the king’s second-born, his oldest daughter. As such, that precluded Ismeld from holding the title of princess, an honor only granted to her mother.
The Countess Ismeld d’Argin had forgone usage of her title since joining the Knight Order of Havensway, as was proper. Joining an order was equivalent to giving your life to the Church, your past status was put below the duty and authority of the new organization. The only difference was that the orders did not require you to renounce your title upon entrance.
Ismeld took a deep breath. “What would you have us do, Marcus?” she asked.
The man glanced between the two of them. “You two have long sought to distance yourself from high society. So, this should not be too difficult…”
Gisele closed her eyes. “Lord Marcus, please.”
He sighed. “Fine. If the two of you form a new order, one that will leave the kingdom, the rest of your order will be spared the Dishonor and retain their knighthoods.”
Ismeld narrowed her eyes. “You wish for us to be exiled?”
The man shook his head. “No. The king would never accept that. I wish for you to voluntarily… leave. And only return if you can prove your honor.”
“Lord Marcus, there are requirements to creating an order,” Gisele pointed out. “For starters, it cannot just be the two of us.”
He nodded. “Yes. You must choose four more to join you in your self-imposed exile.” The lord focused on Gisele’s friend. “And… Ismeld, you may never use your title outside of the kingdom.”
“I wouldn’t have used it anyway. I haven’t since I left, after all,” Ismeld said quietly.
The man nodded. “I am aware. Remember, this is the decision the two of you made.” He gave a pointed look at Ismeld. “Together.”
Gisele and Ismeld both nodded.
“I understand…” Ismeld said, her eyes on Gisele.
The advisor turned and led them toward where they would meet the king. As they walked, Ismeld whispered, “Together.”
Gisele nodded to her closest friend. “Together.”
She didn’t turn her head, but she could feel Ismeld’s quiet stare boring into her as they reached the king’s official office. Gisele knew it would break her heart to see the emotions that the woman fought to contain. For she knew what truly lay hidden in the woman’s heart.
As Gisele finished her story, tears were streaming down her face. Ismeld had moved to sit behind her friend and had placed a hand on top of the orkun’s. The remainder of the knights sat solemnly, Sloane supposed it was a story they knew well.
She couldn’t imagine what that would feel like. To be essentially exiled from your own homeland.
“While I do not use my title, I still have the technical authority to grant a peerage. That's why your title has never been in question,” Ismeld added.
Sloane nodded. She had been wondering for a long time how it was justified. Essentially being a princess made sense.
“We reached an agreement with the king, and then spoke with the knights with whom we were closest. They came without question,” Gisele said as she looked between the other knights. Her gaze lingered on Maud. “Maud gave up so much to join us. She…”
“She is a treasure,” Ismeld finished. “She left all that she knew, just to ensure we had a medic with us.”
The redhead sniffled. “Ah, stop. You’re going to make me cry. I just did what anyone would do. You guys needed someone to fix you up when you got hurt.” She turned and pointed at Cristole. “And when I say you guys, I mean you Cristole.”
Everyone chuckled. The high elf man just shook his head. “I know you’ve always got my back, Maud. No matter how hurt I get.”
Deryk snorted. “Thank Eona that you were blessed with magic,” he added.
Maud huffed a laugh. “Yeah…” She turned and looked at Sloane. “We’re going to miss you, Sloane.”
Tiberius cried out, “Wrryaatt!” as he hopped over to Maud, who responded with a cheerful laugh and a pat on Sloane’s manatek falcon.
The bird let out a series of chirps as if he was trying to talk to the woman.
Maud chuckled and replied, “I'll miss you too, Tib.”
Sloane just shook her head as her bird cozied up with the woman.
“I’m going to miss all of you too. I couldn’t have gotten this far without you. It’s been a crazy journey,” Sloane said.
Gisele looked at Sloane with concern. “Are you sure you'll be okay traveling on your own? With the people after Mariel, maybe you should come with us to Blightwych. We can search there for Gwyn…” she started.
Sloane nodded confidently, glancing at the telv woman at the end of the table. “I'll have Nemura and Stefan with me, and we'll be fine. Besides, Mariel needs to go to Rosale. You all need to take everything we’ve learned back to your home." she replied.
Gisele sighed. “I understand. Just promise us you'll be careful,” she said, reaching across the table to take Sloane’s hand.
“I promise,” Sloane said, smiling at her friend. “And when we're all done with our separate journeys, we'll meet up again and share our stories.”
Gisele smiled back. “I look forward to it,” she said, squeezing Sloane's hand before letting go. “Now, we have plenty of daylight remaining. Let’s spend it together.”
Sloane chuckled. “Don’t forget that you still need to sell the wagon!”
Gisele closed her eyes, mumbling to herself.
Cristole and Deryk laughed.
“Ah, of all the moments to miss Ernald,” Cristole said.
“I hope he’s doing alright…” Maud said.
Ismeld sniffed. “That man probably has a baby on the way at this point. He and Adaega are disgustingly in love.”
Sloane smiled, remembering the morning Adaega and Ernald announced their decision to be together. Adaega was unbelievably happy, and Ernald, the goofy scholar, had been so smitten.
She knew they would be happy together. Adaega got her knight in shining armor in the end.
Laughter filled the air as the group reminisced about the challenges they had faced and shared their expectations for the future. Their conversation flowed seamlessly, like a river meandering through a peaceful meadow, carrying with it the memories of their journey and the hopes for what was yet to come. It was a moment of camaraderie, a celebration of their perseverance, and a reminder that no matter where their paths may lead, they would always be bound together by the bond of their shared experience.
Sloane looked around the table, everyone drinking and happy, but she couldn’t help but feel worried. Gisele caught her hesitation.
“What are you thinking?” the orkun woman asked.
“About you all. I’m worried for you. Do you have a plan?”
Gisele flashed Sloane a wide grin, her sharp tusks accentuated by the gesture. “Of course I do,” she replied confidently. “We will make our way to Arginwych and request an audience with the king. Once there, we will showcase Maud's and my magic, along with Ismeld's skill in utilizing all that you've given her. We will lay out everything we have learned and hopefully provide our people with the guidance they need to navigate this bewildering new reality.”
Sloane let out a deep sigh. “That sounds like a plan with a severe lack of details,” she remarked.
Gisele reached out and patted Sloane's leg, offering a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry so much. We’ll be alright. You’ve helped us learn so much. After all, I wouldn’t be a Warder on my thirty-seventh step–”
Sloane shook her head in frustration. “Levels! They're called levels!” she corrected with a groan.
Gisele chuckled. “You realize no one is going to call them that with the church spreading its version of naming for the… system,” she explained.
Sloane let out a deep sigh, momentarily interrupted by Cristole's raised mug and enthusiastic call of “Gisele!” The orkun woman turned towards the group of knights and raised her own glass in response, causing Sloane to lean back in her seat and reflect on the close bonds she had formed with her companions. They had become more than just friends; they were her family, providing unwavering support and stability since her arrival in Eona. Sloane knew that she wouldn't have made it this far without them, and the thought of parting ways left her with a sense of profound loss.
However, she also recognized that her search was far from over and that this was merely the start of a new chapter in her journey to find Gwyn.
She now had Nemura and Stefan to join her and the two were capable in their own way. Sloane was forever grateful for them joining her for as long as it took to find her daughter.
As the sun began to set and the group settled down for the night, Sloane found herself lost in thought, thinking about all the things she still needed to do and the places she still needed to go. They would take Mariel to Rosale, searching for Gwyn along the way, then they would continue to Avira.
With a deep breath, Sloane closed her eyes, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. She was ready for whatever lay ahead.
Sloane walked alongside her companions as they strolled down the pier towards the merchant vessel, Beyond the Azure Horizon. The knights had explained that various cultures had unique ways of naming their ships, and the name of this particular vessel embodied the essence of Blightwych. Though Sloane didn't quite comprehend it, she wasn't one to question it either.
As they made their way, Sloane turned to her friends and asked once more, “You all packed everything you'll need, right?”
Cristole chuckled and teased, “Yes, mother. We've got everything we need.”
Sloane's expression darkened, and she scolded, “Don't sass me. You're all leaving, and I'm worried about you. When will I see you again? We didn't even discuss that!” She threw up her hands in frustration, feeling a mix of emotions as she prepared to bid farewell to the knights.
Gisele comforted Sloane by putting an arm around her and pulling her close. “Don't worry, Sloane. We'll be searching for Gwyn in Blightwych, and if we receive any information, we'll send word to Avira City.”
Maud joined in on the other side, adding, "And if we do find her, we'll personally escort her to the capital city of Avira to meet with you there." Their words reassured Sloane, and she felt a sense of gratitude toward her friends for their unwavering support.
Gisele nodded. “Absolutely. Barring that, we will send word to Avira in one year.”
“We are here,” Cristole said.
Sloane took a deep breath as the group stopped in front of the ship. The Beyond the Azure Horizon, an overengineered schooner that looked over fifty meters long, was an impressive sight. The ship displayed a robust construction, evident in its reinforced oak planks and sturdy iron bands encircling the keel, purposefully designed to endure the relentless onslaught of turbulent waves. Every detail spoke of the meticulous efforts taken by the ship's architects to ensure optimal stability and maneuverability, even amidst the harshest sea conditions.
Sloane's observant eyes took note of the vessel's three towering masts, standing tall and impressive even with the sails securely stowed. Its sleek design hinted at its speed, inviting her imagination to envision the ship gracefully slicing through the water with remarkable agility.
A silence enveloped the group, broken only by the distant calls of sailors and seagull-like birds. Though they had extensively discussed their plans, a subtle air of uncertainty lingered amongst them as they prepared to embark. For a moment, it seemed as though they were reluctant to leave, perhaps feeling uncertain about what lay ahead.
Sloane's gaze shifted toward the knights as they turned in unison, and for a moment, a twinge of sadness touched her heart, the impending separation all too soon. As if sensing her internal struggle, Nemura stood respectfully nearby, accompanied by Mariel, allowing Sloane the space to say her goodbyes. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she composed her emotions, recognizing the importance of being a pillar of strength for her friends. With unwavering determination, she stepped forward to join her friends, ready to bid them farewell.
Maud suddenly rushed forward and wrapped her in a tight embrace. “Take care of yourself, Sloane,” Maud said, her voice soft and filled with emotion. “I'll miss you.”
Sloane returned the hug, feeling a lump form in her throat. “I'll miss you too, Maud,” she replied. “Take care of yourself, and keep these guys out of trouble, okay?”
Maud let out a soft laugh, though a tinge of sorrow still lingered in her gaze. “I'll do my best,” she replied, slowly withdrawing from their embrace. “And thanks to my newfound connections within the Church, I plan to ensure that we are given the respect we deserve.”
Sloane flashed Maud a knowing grin. The healer had worked tirelessly to provide aid and comfort during the trying year of siege, earning her a significant amount of goodwill among the people of Marketbol. In fact, she may as well be considered a saintess for how much they love her.
“I have no doubt that you will accomplish great things,” Sloane reassured her, beaming with pride. “I look forward to seeing the wonders you will work the next time we meet.”
The woman nodded, returning to the group to give way to Gisele.
The knight-captain stepped forward, her expression serious but warm. Sloane felt a sense of comfort and familiarity wash over her as she locked eyes with her friend. Despite the gravity of the situation, Gisele's presence was a calming force for Sloane.
“Sloane, you know how much you mean to us,” Gisele said, her voice steady. “You're family to us, and we'll never forget the bond we've built since your arrival on Eona. Once we settle things in our home, we'll do everything in our power to find Gwyn and bring her back to you.”
Sloane felt her eyes begin to water, and she swallowed hard. “Thank you, Gisele,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Without another word, Gisele stepped forward and pulled Sloane into a strong embrace. Sloane felt a sense of warmth and gratitude wash over her as she hugged her friend back. Though they may be separated by distance and circumstance, Sloane knew that the bond they had built would endure.
After a few moments, Gisele pulled away, her expression serious once more.
Sloane reached into her satchel, pulling out a copy of her Runecrafting Journal, an exact replica Orthan had transcribed with his magic. Its pages contained all of her accumulated knowledge on runes, gems, and enchanting, as well as an assortment of designs for her many crafted items.
Extending the journal towards Gisele, Sloane remarked, “I promised you a copy. Please use it well.”
Gisele drew in a sharp breath, vowing to make the most of it.
At that moment, Ismeld appeared at Gisele's side and placed a comforting hand on the orkun’s shoulder. “With your permission,” she addressed Sloane, “I will establish a new Reinhart Center in Argenwych under your name. The center will utilize this journal to aid our nation while honoring your contributions. As a Baroness of Blightwych, you have given us so much, and it is the least we can do in return.”
Sloane was overcome with emotion and rushed forward, embracing Ismeld in a tight hug, causing the woman to momentarily falter in surprise. Gisele quickly joined in, and the three women shared a tender moment together.
As they held each other tightly, Sloane whispered, “Ismeld, I'm at a loss for words.”
Ismeld let out a small huff of amusement. “Just say yes, woman. And perhaps loosen your grip on me a bit,” she added with a chuckle.
Sloane let out a bittersweet chuckle, her eyes misting over with unshed tears. “Yes. Thank you, Ismeld,” she managed to say, her voice choked with emotion.
After they reluctantly released their embrace, Gisele gave Sloane a mournful smile. “We have to go,” she murmured. “But do not worry, we will stay connected. I give you my word.”
Sloane nodded in agreement, her eyes tracing the movements of Gisele and Ismeld as they rejoined the group of knights. Deryk and Cristole exchanged their goodbyes, while Maud dashed forward for one final embrace.
But all too soon, the group had to part ways. Sloane watched as her friends boarded the ship, her heart heavy with a mixture of sorrow and gratitude.
With a deep inhale, Sloane steadied herself as the ship's boarding ramp was pulled away. She knew that from that moment forward, she was solely responsible for charting her own path, with no more following in the footsteps of others.
Baroness Sloane Reinhart would make her friends proud.
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