Moturdrn

It had been over two and a half years. Two and a half years since she the first time she'd set foot on the soil of Gorimdor. Well, the first time since she was left in Akalabeth as a child at least.

Two and a half years since the betrayal. Betrayal by her own family, her brother, a cultist. She had fought in Raza's name before, against many in Akalabeth, but that night she had truly been baptised in fire and blood against the cultists of Xathos. Yet, one still eluded her, Raugin.

She'd travelled to and from Gorimdor and Akalabeth, constantly in search, chasing him. But when she arrived, he'd either move on and left destruction and death in his path, or had been fended off. She'd grown weary of these cat and mouse games. The quicker this was over with, the better. Then she remembered that tome.

Two and a half years since she had gotten rid of that... Well, to be honest she didn't actually know what it was. Sure, it was a tome, that much was known. But it felt much more, and it still called. Perhaps she just imagined it. No... It felt much more... real. She saw it plummet, disappear into the fiery depths of the molten rock, yet still it was here. Yet still it was unscratched, untouched by the fires, the red and green colouring as deep as it was the day she came into possession of it. She thought back, possession was rather ironic. The tormented screams that returned with it, seemingly replacing the parts of her being that left with its return. The presence had returned, and whilst not controlling, it didn't prevent it from staying quiet, from retreating.

It's a threat, it must be destroyed...

Such thoughts still lingered with her. Thoughts not her own. She'd deal with it another time, however. For now, she wanted every advantage she could use against Raugin. It had become like an obsession. One that must be stopped, no matter the cost.

Carefully wrapping up the Soul Trap Gem into a silk cloth, she placed it delicately into a pouch suspended from the belt on her kilt. The light emanating from the gem still visible, until the pouch was securely closed.

NIKO
She called out, the Armourer hurriedly answering the call.

Y..yes Visko?

Ye all set for the journey?

Aye, everythin' be packed up and ready to go.

Grand... Go on ahead, I'll catch up with ye later.
Niko nodded, then left as quickly as she had entered.

She put down the notice from the General. The recall had been given. The timing couldn't have been better. Raugin had apparently been setting up camp once more in Gorimdor, and this time there'd be no escape.

One way or another, this would soon end...

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