Classic Fantasy Ironsworn - Eilwen's Tale
Episode 25
She re-wrapped the crown and returned it to her pack. She still had her brother to look for.

Does she hear the sounds of anyone?
(Somewhat Unlikely | 7[d10]) Yes, but...
But it’s muffled and difficult to tell direction.

(50/50 | 9[d10]) Yes

In pain?
(50/50 | 8[d10]) Yes

She heard a sound, a hoarse, ragged cry, indistinct and muffled. She couldn’t tell if it came from above or below. But it sounded like a cry for help. She pulled out her bow, fitted an arrow, and dashed forward, taking the stairs up two at a time.

Delve the Depths + edge since she’s moving quickly

3 = 1[d6]+2

5 = 3[d10]+2[d10]

Wow. I got lucky. A weak hit.

I roll on the Edge column.
I rolled an 89 - Mark progress twice and Reveal a Danger

Progress is now 9/10 with the two progress.
Here’s my Reveal a Danger move. 
I rolled a 29 and check the theme card

“An Ill-fated victim in danger” -- This sounds like I’m getting close.

She darted up stone stairs, first one level, then to a second level. The sounds grew louder.

Is it Seith?
(Somewhat Likely | 10[d10]) Yes, and...

Is he conscious?
(Somewhat Unlikely | 3[d10]) No

She heard another cry and a body rolled down the steps, nearly colliding into her. It was Seith. He lay sprawled on the steps, unconscious.

Is he bleeding?
(Likely | 5[d10]) Yes, but...

She knelt and found a pulse. He was alive! She felt blood on his head. A bludgeoning wound. Maybe from the fall on the stone steps?

Is there a Varou on the steps?
(Likely | 9[d10]) Yes

She didn’t have time to consider that as a humanoid shape with strong limbs leaped at her from the shadows, curved daggers slashing at the air in front of her. 

A Varou!

This is a dangerous encounter. Every harm she gives counts as two progress in the combat. 

Enter the Fray with Wits for being ambushed (This was because of the danger before where they’d heard Scratch’s  and her shout and were waiting to attack).

8 = 6[d6]+2

2 = 1[d10]+1[d10]

A strong hit. I get +2 momentum and I have initiative. And it’s a positive match. 
Handy dandy! I’ll come up with that in a bit.

The creature landed hard and stumbled, giving her time to act. She leaped back out of reach, arrow still in her bow and loosed the shaft in a fluid motion.

6 = 4[d6]+2

6 = 3[d10]+3[d10]

Wow, another strong hit! Inflict +1 harm (so I inflict 2 harm for my deadly weapon plus this additional one). AND I get another positive match! Incredible! I’ll come up with that in a bit.

The shaft rammed into its chest and it stumbled back against the wall (6/10 progress on the fight.). She rapidly loaded, sighted, and loosed again as it leaped at her again.

6 = 4[d6]+2

9 = 7[d10]+2[d10]

A weak hit. She loses initiative but gives 2 more harm for her deadly weapon (Fight progress is now 10/10. Now she just needs to regain initiative to end the fight).

Her shaft took it in the gut. It roared in fury, spittle flying as it came on, its daggers raised. She raises her bow seeking to block its strike and swinging at its head. 

Clash move (roll + iron)

5 = 4[d6]+1

5 = 2[d10]+3[d10]

A strong hit! +1 momentum and +1 to my usual harm. If the fight progress wasn’t maxed out, I would give a total of 2 more harm (her bow used in this way isn’t deadly weapon)--but really he’s taken the amount of harm that I can give as you can only get 10/10 progress on a fight and there’s always a chance of losing a fight even with 10/10 progress--not likely but always possible). 

So now I just need to End the Fight move and narrate it.
10 progress vs 
10 = 2[d10]+8[d10]

A strong hit!

She smacked his paws--hands--in a whirring blur, and the twin daggers clattered to the ground, then she smashed his face crushing his snout with her elbow. He fell backwards onto the steps, dazed and wheezing, groaning. Before he could react, she drove her heel down into his chin, snapping the creature’s neck.

Is Seith still unconscious?
(Likely | 4[d10]) No, but...
But he won’t be unconscious for long.

She moved to Seith and knelt beside him, probing for other wounds. Other than the head wound, he seemed unharmed, and for a moment his eyes actually flickered open, unfocused.

Does he recognize her?
(50/50 | 10[d10]) Yes, and...

“Eilwen,” he croaked. “Is that you? We thought you were dead.”

“Where’s Aron?”

“Up above,” he groaned and turned his head to glance up the stairs. “At least he was...But-” then his eyes flickered and closed and he lost consciousness again.

(Milestone for Aron vow progress 6/10.)

“What do you mean, was?”

But Seith lay there unresponsive.

Were there more Varou above? She couldn’t be sure.

Locate Your Objective Move 
10 progress vs 
6 = 3[d10]+3[d10]

Another strong hit! +1 momentum and +1 to my next move now. And another positive match! 
Alright, so I essentially had 3 positive matches in a row. Something amazing should be here.

She moved up the stairs cautiously into what used to be a solarium. Above her, an azure sky with wisps of cloud, breathed gusts of wind that scattered crumbling leaves underfoot. Vines crept over the walls and around old window shards that gleamed in the sunlight. Lichen covered everything. Broken pottery littered the stone shelves. Shards of old glass and leaves crunched underfoot as she moved into the room.

In the center of the ruined solarium lay a stone box with its lid partially removed.

And there, next to the box, she saw Aron!

He lay under a dead Varou, Aron’s dagger in the beast’s eye. She pulled the beast off of him and saw that his leather armor was soaked with blood.

“Aron!” she frantically unbuckled his leather cuirass and tunic, but after checking him over, she realized most of the blood had come from the dead Varou. Blood was on the back of Aron’s head however, but the wound wasn’t serious. He must’ve lost consciousness in his fight with the wolf-like creature.

Oracle rolls I did to come up with preceding paragraphs about Aron’s state

Is he hurt?
(50/50 | 2[d10]) No

Why didn't he help with the fight? Perhaps he had been knocked out from an earlier tangle with the attack?
(Likely | 8[d10]) Yes

Is there a dead Varou?
(Likely | 7[d10]) Yes

She hauled Seith up the stairs and dragged the large man next to her brother. Stars, but he was heavy... Then she knelt and wiped the blood from Aron’s face, and waited for her twin to regain consciousness.

After some time, Aron coughed and came to... “Eilwen,” he croaked. “You’re alive.”

(Milestone for Aron vow 9/10)

Fulfill Your Vow
6 = 4[d10]+2[d10]
A strong hit! 
I get 1 xp for finishing the Troublesome vow (she now has 3 unspent xp)

“Easy,” she said and helped him sit up and swallow some water from her waterskin.

“What happened?”

He explained how they too had fled into the woods. He had wanted to look for her, but recognized it was futile in the fog. So, he and Seith had spent a cold night in the woods, hiding in the bole of a huge tree. They returned to the camp the next morning, but some Varou had also returned to eat some of the horse flesh. 

“The Varou followed us into the woods,” Aron said. “We lost them for some time, but they found our trail and hounded us again, until we arrived here,” he concluded. “We found this upper chamber and ambushed them on the stairs. We fought... I saw Seith fall. Is he--?”

She nodded over to their companion, where he stored. “He’ll be fine. Like you, he took a bump on his head.”

Aron leaned back. “This place,” he said. “I saw a broken throne below. Who do you think....?” he shrugged, and his voice trailed off.

“I saw the throne,” she explained. “This is Greenhome. I don’t know it’s significance, but I think it was a home of sorts for one of the last queens that sat on the throne of our people,” she lowered her voice to a whisper. “There was a device on the back side, a depiction of the circlet etched into the stone.

(Seeing this place and this throne counts as a milestone on her Queens Quest (QQ): 3/40)

“This doesn’t feel much like a palace?”

“Maybe it wasn’t,” she said. “Some kind of attack happened here, I’m sure of it. Maybe whomever the queen was, she had lived here in hiding and assassins had found her. I saw skeletons, human skeletons below. And another of those ancient cat-like skeletons.”

Aron’s face jerked up. “A bonewalker?”

“It may have been. Whatever it was, I think it was involved in the attack here.” 

They sat in silence for a while as the sun moved across the sky.

“He’s getting bigger,” Aron frowned. “That can’t be good.”

Seith groaned and awoke, blinked blearily. “Heralds! But my head hurts,” he cursed and then shifted gingerly to a sitting position, wincing from the pain. “Nights Beneath, what happened?”

She retold her story and Seith added some additional details. They rested in silence and she passed out some of the food she had stored.

“What’s in the stone box?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” Aron said. “Seith and I thought maybe there was something inside we could use that would help us fight the wolfmen, but we couldn’t get it off in time before we heard them on the stairs.

“I killed one of them,” she said.

“I’m glad you did, lass,” Seith said, rubbing the back of his head. “I would’ve been done for.”

She shuddered to think what would happen if she had been a moment later. Likely, both Seith and Aron would have died.

The two men talked quietly, resting and eating, and she moved into the middle of the upper level room and with a grunt and grinding of cement on cement, pushed aside the lid. Scratch eventually found them and hopped on top of the stone box, peering inside, sneezing at the dust.

What’s inside? I’ll use the MAG. 
(Manacles, puddle of liquid, arrow, shield with a lightning bolt, an oil lamp, a jeweled hexagon pendant, scratch marks, bug, strange triangle symbol) 

Inside, some dead bugs lay in balls of curled legs and shriveled dry husks. They crowded the edges on the inside floor of the box. 

On the base of the cement box, she saw a smaller iron box and pulled it out. She lifted out the iron box and set it on her lap. Then she opened the latch, raising the lid. Inside, coiled on a bed of silver-blue chain, lay an ornate hexagon-shaped sapphire pendant. Each side, cut to perfection, bore smaller rectangular sapphires, edged in gold.

She exhaled, not realizing she had been holding her breath. Her heart thumped inside her. It’s beauty and craftsmanship staggered her, and it represented wealth beyond dreams. The half crown she possessed, was staggering in and of itself, but this... Tribes and settlements would war to get this. This, with the half crown, might be enough to convince people she was who she claimed, despite not having the other half. If others would go to war, would her brother or Seith respond to this...temptation? Would they remain true? Or would one of them try to take it for himself? Could she trust them?

She cast them a sidelong glance. Aron and Seith weren’t paying attention to her still engaged in banter. But even so...

She shifted her body so they couldn’t see. Then with a trembling finger, she pulled out the pendant on the chain and turned it over. There on the back she saw a strange triangular rune. 

She traced one of the lines with a finger with dried Varou blood on it. She frowned at the shape. The lines of the rune twisted, like some maddening visual puzzle, and her eye couldn’t quite decide which line to follow when it went to a vertix. She had seen its like before or something very similar...Could it be--?

She put the pendant back, pulled out her mother’s book of iron plates from her pack. They always felt odd--alien even--in her hands. She turned the thin metal plates over until she found the rune. There, etched onto the last sheet of metal she traced her finger across another identical triangular rune.

“A skaed rune?” she wondered and whispered to herself in a low voice that the men couldn’t hear. Scratch peered up at her with unreadable eyes, then he hopped down inside the cement box, snuffling at the corners. After a few moments, his head poked up and his nout sniffed at the set of iron plates in her hands. It hissed, it’s tongue flicking out and backed away to the corner of the box, sitting on its haunches watching her with what? Was that wariness she saw in his eyes?

What does a Skaed rune mean or do?
Daintily / Dark
Separate / Intrigues

“Skaed” was the verbal command she spoke to call the shadows, to pull them towards her out of the natural shadowed pools created by the interplay of light and objects. Whenever she had done so, she had also traced the same symbol in the air. This rune looked very similar to that on the pendant.

“I wonder...” and she traced the symbol on the pendant again. “Later,” she promised herself. When she was alone. A nervous anticipation thrilled through her.

She pocketed the pendant when the others weren’t looking, and quietly placed the empty iron box back inside the cement box.

I think this calls for a Face Danger + shadow for her deception:

8 = 5[d6]+3
9 = 3[d10]+6[d10]

Strong hit. Nice! +1 momentum (now 8/10).

They didn’t seem to notice. Aaron even joined her, moving gingerly still from his wounds. “What’s in the cement box?” he asked.

She shrugged, “Nothing apparently. Just an empty iron box.”

“Wonder what it could’ve been?” he said with a shrug. “But it’s not surprising, given the state of this place. Someone obviously turned things over.” He yawned then turned away and hobbled back his gear.

She felt strangely simultaneously guilty and pleased with her subterfuge. Yet why should she feel guilty? Queens were allowed to keep secrets from their subjects, right? Besides, it really was for the best.

She frowned at what Aron had said and looked about her at the destruction. Shattered masonry and shards of glass. This place had been attacked and ransacked, it was true. But how had the pendant escaped discovery? Or did someone place it in this box after the destruction had befallen Greenhome? And why place something so valuable here in the first place? 

Another thought struck her.

Did someone believe a future heir to the throne might come here looking for clues? Had it perhaps been left. For her? How would anyone know she would be here? The implications twisted inside her, giving birth to an excited heat of possible discovery. That was followed quickly by another thought: had her mother had something to do with this?

She didn’t want to leave this place. Not yet. It represented a connection and maybe with some more exploration, it would present a solid clue to her past.

“Aron,” she said to her brother. “You and Seith need some rest. We should camp here and recuperate. It’s a defensible location.” She picked up her small bundle of belongings. “I’ll drag the Varou bodies down to the room below, and will get some wood for a sheltered fire up here. Then I’m going to do some looking around.”

Aron nodded, “Be careful.” 

Seith looked grateful at the prospect of a respite. 

The two men settled in to make camp in the shattered solarium. Though it would be open to the night sky, with the trees around them, there would be less wind, and it looked like it might be a clear night for once.

She set off to perform her tasks.
Episode 26
Eilwen brushed her hands on her leather leggings and knuckled her lower back and surveyed her work. She had dragged the two Varou down below to the main level and had heaped a mound of stones and ruined masonry atop their bodies. 

The sun had set and twilight fell across the scene. She looked about herself and saw that the hall lay in ruins. She moved under a fallen pillar, her hands tracing intricate twisting decorative work, and moved aside some broken masonry with her foot. 

“Time to go to work,” and she began an in-depth search of Greenhome. She’ll also scavenge for supplies.

Gather Information + wits

5 = 3[d6]+2

17 = 10[d10]+7[d10]

A miss. Drat.

“On a miss, your investigation unearths a dire threat or reveals an unwelcome truth that undermines your quest.”

Failure Count:

Resupply + wits
8 = 6[d6]+2

13 = 5[d10]+8[d10]

A weak hit. I’ll spend 2 momentum to increase her supply by 2. (Supply now 5/5 and momentum 6/10).

Two torches later, she had found little to go on. Beneath the audience hall, the stairs descended downward in a cellar and prison. Part of it had caved in, but she did find some supplies, in a half buried chest: half a quiver of iron-tipped arrows, some bandages, a bundle of torches, a couple of flasks of oil. She added them to her pack and continued her investigation. 

Weapons, shields, armor, and bones lay scattered about, buried under rock. The scene told the tale of fierce fighting that had descended into the cellar and prison. A prison door lay in a shattered heap, iron manacles twisted from their mountings in the stone. She frowned... Had the fighting maybe originated at the prison cell? She let the manacles drop to the stone with an audible clink, and the air suddenly felt too stale, too heavy. A sour scent of decay seemed to linger. And...was it her imagination, or did the shadows seem to grow and loom in that cell. Her travails in the veiled mountains still shrouded her thoughts, and she held her torch high as she backed away from the cell, wary.

She breathed a relieved sigh when nothing leaped at her out from the darkness, and she eventually returned to the ground floor. Still, when her gaze passed over the gaping shadows to the cellar, her skin crawled. Something...evil had happened there. 

Muttering under her breath, she shoved a half broken wooden settee down the stairs in front of the ruptured cellar doorway. The obstruction might not offer much protection, but maybe just maybe if something were still there and it did come out of those shadows she’d hopefully at least hear it. She hadn’t seen anything down there. But still...

Something landed in front of her and she scrambled backward, nearly tripping over a piece of masonry, her heart leaped to her throat. 

The thing hissed at her.

“Scratch?” she relaxed when the little wyvern hissed again and nosed her pack but her heart still thudded painfully in her chest. “Heralds, but you gave me a fright!”

He pawed at her leg and ran around her.

“What? Hungry?”

His eyes, dark liquid pools looked into hers. She fed him some more meat, patted him on the head and then moved up to investigate the second floor.

This level had several living quarters, for servants and for the queen. The queen’s room was in a half-circular room that overlooked the now-overgrown grounds below. The windows and mirrors had shattered and the shards of dark glass crunched under her boots. A half-cracked book case moved which she pushed it aside. Then it moved as if on some kind of hinge and revealed a narrow and hidden set of stone stairs that curved up into the darkness above.

There, in a hidden and un-damaged room, she found a set of scrolls, coiled up on a wooden rack. The scrolls were yellowed with age and a chair at the desk creaked as she settled into it. She set the torch in a sconce and used some of her oil in a nearby lamp to give some additional light. Then she unrolled the scrolls and started reading.

Is it something she can understand?
(50/50 | 10[d10]) Yes, and...

Her hands trembled when she realized she could read the angular runes. She traced her finger across the lines and whispered the words out loud as she read:

“We thought the Heralds couldn’t cross the Great Expanse. We were mostly right. To my knowledge at least one of them--one of the most cunning--found a way to follow us. How could I know that Nar-Shiv had taken on the form of men and continued his hunt of the royal family on this side of the Expanse? 

“He bided his time. The Heralds were ever impetuous, save this one. The crossing over the Expanse had weakened him severely, as any amount of water may do, but for some reason, it didn’t kill him. 

“For three decades we reigned in relative peace--if peace is what you can call constant squabbling among the tribes, not to mention the other dangers in these light forsaken lands. And in those decades, he hid in his stone house beneath the earth, growing fat on the worms of decay.

“When father and mother were slain by his assassins, my guards and retainers brought me here to Greenhaven. For two summers, we lived in peace, thinking we’d be safe as my siblings were hunted down and killed one by one. But somehow he found me again, or perhaps maybe someone in my own court betrayed me?

“Who can I trust?

“He found me. How could we know that ‘Trell’ was one of the very own Night-blasted Heralds? We only knew that Trell the bandit had murdered my son! I sent men to capture him, to bring him to me to be tried for his murder.

“Now we know why Trell offered such little resistance upon his capture.

“That night he struck. He became the Herald, Nar-Shiv, sloughing off his borrowed flesh and bursting the prison asunder in a word of power. He wrought a warped nightmare of bone into existence from some other place--a creature I’ve not seen before--to aid him.

“So many were slain that night. My childhood memories of the Heralds of Night are nebulous. I was young when we fled the old lands. But I learned the runes well over the intervening years. I don’t know them all, of course. Who would want to? The world is dark enough already.

“But I learned enough to live through that night. I know that the runes are dangerous, perhaps even forbidden, but--in the end, it’s the only recourse I had to fight Nar-Shiv. I hurt him, wounded him sorely that night. That bought me some time; for he fled and retreated somewhere, perhaps to his stone house to heal. But his minions are still active after all these years. He still hunts and haunts me and my family. They all salivate for my blood. Someday, he will find me and bring me ruin and death, as has befallen so many of my siblings and children. Somehow he knows us, senses us. But how? Maybe he’s like a hound and can smell the royal blood that flows in our veins when the wind shifts? I know not.”

“But I must flee again. But where? I don’t know. Nor dare I write it here. His agents have returned to this forest. But I leave this missive by my own hand in these runes. Maybe you’ll be able to find the answer.”

It bore a signature at the bottom.

“Queen Morwen,” Eilwen finished reading. Then she leaned closer and held the oil lamp nearer. Sparks sputtered from her torch in the wall. Under Morwen’s name was the same triangular skaed rune.

Eilwen sat back, stunned and whispered the name, “Morwen?” 

Who was this Queen Morwen? Was Eilwen then related to her? And what happened to the other half of the crown? She re-read it again and also looked at the other scrolls. Those contained more mundane items: court proceedings for a now broken kingdom, requisition reports, scout reports. But there was no mention of the other half of the crown nor her mother. And was a Herald of Night, Nar-Shiv, really there somewhere, still on the hunt for Morwen’s bloodline? 

She shivered and felt the hairs on her arm stand up.

The only lead she had, if it even was a lead, was the triangular skaed rune. The same rune on the strange amulet in her pack. She carefully placed the scroll in her pack, stood, and retraced her steps back to where Seith and Aron slept in the solarium.

She looked over the wall at the grounds below. The moon rose high in the sky, a clear night, and shadows huddled dark and deep, pools of midnight amidst the boles of the trees that stood like sentries around the clearing. Rare were the nights when the clouds deigned to part for the moon in the Veiled Mountains, and the sight of the moon and of so much greenery filled her with awe.

Setting her jaw, she quietly descended the steps and left the building.

It was time.
Episode 27
She walked out in the clearing, a slight breeze rustled through the leaves, and the moon dripped silver light down onto the tops of trees and the half-ruined building behind her. The beauty of the light contrasted with the blackness beneath the trees. For a long moment, she looked into the tenebrous shadows of those trees, hesitant. But then she nodded firmly. No more delays. She needed answers.

She pulled out the amulet she had found. The sapphire and gold, now muted, seemed somehow more mysterious when splashed in the liquid silver light of the moon.

She spoke in a low chant and traced the runes to summon the shadows. A faint blue light hung in the air for a moment where she traced the runes. 

Then she finished with the intricate skaed rune with its twisting lines.

[ X ] When you cloak yourself with the
gossamer veil of the shadow realms,
roll +shadow. On a strong hit, take +1 momentum. Then, reroll any dice (one time only) when you make a move by ambushing, hiding, or sneaking. On a weak hit, as above, but the shadows try to lead you astray. You must first Face Danger to find your way.

[  ] As above, and you may also travel
along the hidden paths of the shadow
realms to Undertake a Journey using
+shadow (instead of +wits). If you
do, Endure Stress (1 stress) and mark
progress twice on a strong hit.

[  ] When you perform this ritual, add +1
and take +1 momentum on a hit

7 = 4[d6]+3

4 = 1[d10]+3[d10]

A strong hit! 

(Momentum is now 7/10)

The shadows came twisting out of the trees, long tendrils of them that moved serpentine across the silver-lit grass towards her. The effect made her think of the damnable Tree of Shades in the realm of Night beneath, extending its root system of fear and doom, as tentacles of shadow seemed to erupt from the silver soil, pooling around her and then crawling up her legs. She held out the amulet in one hand and let them come.

Does something happen to the amulet? Since she got a strong hit in her ritual and she knows the amulet has a Skaed rune on it, I’ll say likely.

(Likely | 10[d10]) Yes, and...

The shadows rose up around her, and a tendril wavered in front of the amulet and then touched its surface and spilled into the sapphire. The gemstone blazed with an azure light that turned the silver on the grass around her a deep cobalt hue. The light flickered, dimmed some, and then held steady. She stared into its depths and saw a shadow swimming inside. She focused on that shadow and then...

And then...she was there...


The smell of blood and burning, the screaming, fighting and the dying.

“Mommy?” she said.

The crown cleft asunder on the proud silver head that bore it. A greedy grin on an angular face, and a trembling bloody human hand only had time to grab half the crown before the guards came into view.

“Mommy!” she cried out and stretched out a child’s hand to the woman on the ground.

Running feet of heavy boots and then guards rushed to the scene.

“Medrynn the Black! He’s slaid the queen. He’s taken the crown! After him!”

Booted feet tore after him into the night.

For a moment there was silence as she sat next to her mother in the pool blood. Then the real madness came as the Night’s own offspring walked the earth, spearing men, women, and children on angular jutting spears of bone, metal, claw red with blood, teeth slavering with hunger.

The vision or memory shifted.


Now, she sat on a throne inside of Greenhome. An explosion of noise. Shouting then fighting in the audience chamber as her guards sought to contain the darkness. But Nar-Shiv was not easily contained. He pounded out from below.

She... saw him. Angular bones dripping in gore from the fresh flesh he’d burst. Its pointy ends of bone moulded and shifted, stabbing, slashing, and killing. Severed limbs and heads fell about him. Entrails spilled hot and slippery onto the floor.

Her guards surrounded him. His summoned help, a bonewalker, leaped cat-like into the fray, moving like lighting. It gutted six men alone before an axe took it in the head, and whatever magic animated it, bled out. But not before its forearm blade penetrated deep into the guards ribs, and they both clattered to a heap on the stone floor, the axe clanging twice on the ground a bell toll for the dying.

More fighting and dying swirled about Nar-Shiv as he drew ever nearer the dais atop which she stood. He lay about him with a special kind of ferocity that only a Herald can have. Bodies crunched against the wall tossed like leaves. Her honor guard gave their lives for her one by one. But she was not defenseless. She held the iron disks in one hand and an iron blade in the other. She uttered words of power and traced runes, rapidly and expertly. 

A concentric wave of silver light thrummed outwards.

Does she see her mother in the vision? I don’t think that’s likely. Her mother obviously survived this madness...

(Unlikely | 9[d10]) Yes

Well... oookay. Sure. Let’s see... We’ll find a place to put that in.

Nar-Shiv slammed against that light and the silvery shield of power that she wielded held. When he touched it, the power in the shield blasted him back, and the blood that dripped from his angular bones hissed and boiled away, leaving only dried fakes of red that drifted to the floor. Nar-Shiv hissed and then cried his own word of power and a ball of midnight black shadow pressed outwards against the shield of light.

The building shook, masonry fell, and a stabbing flash of lightning outside slashed from the heavens into a pillar. She uttered another word of power, and the half spherical shield shifted and twisted into a complete spherical shield. She went down on one knee as shadow leaked from her mouth and eyes. The light constricted around the daemon, severing some of his limbs. He uttered another cry and then dissolved into shadowed ephemeral smoke that drifted through the shield and into the rafters and then...fled upon the winds.


“Queen Morwen? Your majesty?”

The vision had shifted to years later, and she now looked down into a toddler’s face. Another woman stood across from her and held the squirming toddler. The other woman had the build of a warrior, a two-handed sword lay sheathed across her back, red hair framed the warrior’s face and strands of red wisped in the wind. 

“You have the half-crown?”

“Yes, your majesty.”

“Good. Take Arwed north,” she said. “My daughter brought her into this world, but she is no more now. Another victim to Nar-Shiv’s minions. But this little one will be the next queen. Give her the crown when she comes of age. Recite to her the verse as I taught you. Teach her our history, our ways. And...and give her this,” She handed over a small bag that clinked with the sound of metal on metal.

“Are you sure?” 

“If she doesn’t learn the runes of power, Nar-Shiv will eventually find her and kill her. He might anyway, but at least with that knowledge, there’s a chance.”

“But, it’s--”

“I know,” Morwen said sadly, cutting her off. “But--but do it anyway.”

Morwen looked down into the innocent blue eyes and brushed aside a lock of blond hair on the child’s face, eyes of blue, and stared into the infant’s eyes. Morwen looked at her own wrinkled hands against the smooth skin of the baby’s face. “I wonder if you’ll live to be my age, little one,” she whispered. “May your life be happier than mine, and may the line continue through you.”

She looked at the warrior-woman who had pocketed the bag and the crown.

“Go now Freern. Don’t mourn for me, my friend. The kingdom is rent asunder, and I fear our people will flounder and squabble and die without a leader. Nar-Shiv’s agents still hunt me. Find a place where the child will be safe if you can. A place away from his agent’s prying eyes.”

“It will be done your majesty.”


The vision faded as did the light from the gem. Eilwen found herself kneeling amidst the rubble of the clearing. She whipped at her eyes and sniffled slightly. She had seen her mother! The little girl at the end... She had some answers at last. Not many and not complete answers yet, but some leads to follow.

Is the amulet’s power spent?
(Somewhat Likely | 1[d10]) No, and...
In fact...

She gripped the amulet and looked at it. It continued to glow, the brilliance she had seen earlier had faded to a subdued light, similar to the light on her sword, faint and pale but...for now permanent. The light would be invisible in the day and only visible if unshielded in darkness. 

Troubled, she fingered the silver chain and traced the skaed rune on its back. The rune glowed as if lines of power ran through it. Had she...what? Activated it somehow with that shadow?

Eilwen frowned but tucked the gem out of sight under her jerkin. It felt hard and cold and unyielding as it lay nestled between her breasts. It somehow held some power, enough to show her the vision and enough now for some kind of power to linger. Did the shadow magic power it? Maybe she could call on the shadows again and they would reveal more memories to her? 

The inky dark shadows had crawled back to their birthing pools and she stood and looked at the silvery trees once more, and pondered on their dark-shadowed boles, remembering the vision, her hand to her breast.

Then she turned and re-entered Greenhaven, seeking her bed.

The writings she saw and the vision she had here fulfills a Queen quest (QQ) vow milestone by getting her more information. Plus she has the names of concrete people who originally took the crown. Together, I think that’s worth two milestones. So 5/40 -- every four ticks translates to one filled box on a progress chart. So, she still has a ways to go here. I think this also fulfills a milestone in her Mothers Quest (MQ) vow, now 2/10).
Episode 28
In the morning, they packed up their supplies, and continued their southerly route on foot.

Undertake Journey move.
Roll + Wits

8 = 6[d6]+2

13 = 5[d10]+8[d10]

A weak hit. We make progress (now 4/10), reach a waypoint, but lose 1 supply (now 4/5).

I don’t have anything in mind, so I’ll roll on the Location Oracle. 
I rolled a 44: Pass 
And now a descriptor: 
I rolled a 93: Dense

They moved out of the forest and again found the overgrown road. By noon, it had grown narrower, and they found themselves descending in elevation somewhat as wings of the western and eastern mountains pushed out in the valley towards them, forming a small pass that was littered with dozens of boulders that slowed them down as they wound their way around under or sometimes over them. 

Had the road been maintained, workers would have been sent to clear these stones. They pressed on.

Scratch kept pace. He no longer rode in her pack, but trotted alongside her. Sometimes he’d take small little leaps, hopping, gliding sometimes, but mostly falling from boulders, clattering to the shale rock below. Each time he hissed but with determination, kept up with them.

They stopped and had a brief lunch of cold bread and cheese from their supplies, washed down with water from the nearby river. As they ate and sat, wisps of clouds in the azure sky passed overhead, Scratch got into the supplies...again. Aron didn’t say anything but just shook his head.

Undertake Journey move.
Roll + Wits

7 = 5[d6]+2

9 = 2[d10]+7[d10]

A weak hit. We make progress (now 6/10), reach a waypoint, but lose 1 supply (now 3/5).

I rolled another location and descriptor and got “Waterfall” and “Blocked”.

By late afternoon, they saw sparkling water pouring off the cliff face to their left in a crashing spray of white mist that hung like sapphires and diamonds in the sun. The water joined the river they were already following. Moss-covered boulders had fallen into the river bed, and a small lake had formed.

They refilled their water skins, washed, and pressed on while there was daylight.

Undertake Journey move.
Roll + Wits

5 = 3[d6]+2

12 = 5[d10]+7[d10]

A miss. (Failure count 6/24) 
I do have 7 momentum. I could burn it to negate the 5 and turn it into a weak hit. I could save my momentum and Pay the Price but that could result in something that would make me lose my momentum anyway. Choices. Choices.

I have some choices with proceeding with the miss. I can choose the most negative outcome that makes sense. I can also Envision two negative things, make one of them likely and ask the oracle which it is. Or I can roll on the table.

I’ll envision two negative things and roll. It’s likely the Varou have picked up their scent and will chase them. The other negative outcome is the thing that haunts the waters.

Is it the Varou?
(Likely | 9[d10]) Yes
At the pool, a wind from the south gusted at them. Eilwen finished taking a long drink of the cold crisp water and had just refilled her water skin when she heard the strange wolf-like howl from the road behind them and an answering howl from the cliffs to their left above the waterfall.

She glanced at Seith who stood up alert, water dripping from his own water skin.

“The Varou!” He cursed. The howls drew nearer.

Eilwen ran back to her pack, shouldered it, and then pulled out her bow and fitted an arrow.

““They have our scent!” she cursed looking around. Then she saw the sparking falls. “Everyone, into the water! We’ll hide behind the fall! With any luck, that’ll mask our scent and sight and they’ll pass by.”

As Aron and Seith splashed into the chest deep, water, she reached in her pack and pulled out a few crumbs of dried meat and jogged down the road and threw the flakes down the road so it’d seem to the Varou that the small group of humans had moved in that direction. Then she raced back to the others splashing into the water and reaching the cover of the falls just before the Varou came into view.

Face Danger + Deception
9 = 6[d6]+3

8 = 5[d10]+3[d10]

A strong hit! Momentum now 8/10.

I think whatever has been haunting the river might make them scared of the water. Is that true?
(Likely | 8[d10]) Yes

A small pack of three Varou picked their way around the lake sniffing. Eilwen and the others huddled behind the bone-chilling water as it splashed around them. Through the streams of water, she saw them approach the water sniff at it and then back away, ears flattened. Then one of them sniffed the road and howled, and the group of wolfmen ran down south on the road ahead of them.

They waited until the howls were distant things.

“That’s some quick thinking lass,” Seith said. “Though I don’t relish the fact that they’re ahead of us on the road.”

“Agreed,” Aron said. “We should go cross country parallel to the road, maybe over there,” he pointed to where the lake’s outlet splashed out down. Eilwen nodded. Trees lined the river on both sides and would hopefully mask them from the road.

“Good idea. The fact that they seem afraid of the water might also be to our advantage.”

“Unless...whatever monster haunts the water starts hunting us,” Seith said with a scowl.

Eilwen thought she saw a shadow pass upon the water, the water? But maybe it was just a passing cloud above. 

“Let’s get to dry land,” she said.

They splashed to the shore, followed the perimeter of the lank and then climbed down the boulders on the south side. The chilled wind and water caused Seith to break out in shivers, and he complained incessantly of the cold. Eilwen and Aron shared a small smile. Lowlanders... She and her brother had felt deeper cold than this most of their lives. This was warmer than most the warmest summer day she had known in the Veiled Peaks.

They pressed onward, parallelled the road, moving south, hoping the trees masked them.

Undertake Journey
7 = 5[d6]+2

8 = 4[d10]+4[d10]

A strong hit and a positive match! Nice!

(Progress is now 8/10, we reach a milestone and take momentum -- now 9/10)

A positive match should be something interesting, a twist in the narrative, or a new opportunity.

I’ll see if something comes to mind with the milestone. For that, I’ll roll Location and Description:

100 = 100[d100]

27 = 27[d100]
Blocked -- I already just had that. If I transpose it to be a 72, I get Beautiful. I think I’ll go with that.

That’s just the milestone, but it’s certainly something interesting already. 

I’ll roll on Action / Theme oracles for the anomaly:

72 = 72[d100]

90 = 90[d100]
I think the Beautiful Anomaly, whatever that means -- represents a milestone for a quest. 
Ah hah. I have an idea.

They found another iron pillar on a low hill off to the west. It turned a reddish golden hue when the light from the dying sun hit it. Something... an energy of some kind seemed to thrum from it in Eilwen’s mind and she heard a piercing pure note in her mind, something like when her mother had sung a lullaby to her as a child.

She stopped in her track, drawn towards the strange beauty of it, her lips slightly parted.

“What is it?” Aron said as he bumped into her. He and Seith both followed her gaze.

“Can you feel that?” she asked Aron and pointed to the metallic pynth.

(Unlikely | 7[d10]) Yes, but...

“What?” Askon asked. “The wind?”

She shook her head. “ It’s like... singing in my head. A warm song. A pure melody.”

“I just feel a little sleepy,” Seith said and masked a yawn with a fist. “Relaxed.”

“Me too,” Aron nodded.

“I,” Eilwen said. Curious she moved toward the pillar. Aron didn’t try to dissuade her, but trudged up the hill alongside her and Seith. 

They arrived just as the lays rays of the sun caressed their faces and the angular runes on the iron pillar blazed in a burnished golden light. Then the sun disappeared behind the horizon and twilight claimed the land. But strangely, the runes continued to bleed golden light. It ran along the angular lines. She tentatively reached out her hand and placed it on the pillar. It felt warm. There on the pillar she saw the strange triangular Skaed rune with its twisting impossible lines etched into the iron plate. She traced it with her finger.

The wind whispered to her. She closed her eyes and sought after it.

“Daughter,” a voice said.

In her mind? Or was it merely the barest whisper of the wind? Whatever it was, that single word pierced her, and a gentle breeze caressed her face, blowing wisps of her hair.

“Mother?” Eilwen whispered with a slight gasp. “Is that you?”

She had felt... something. This place--She heard nothing more. Yet she felt that her mother had walked this road before--had touched this very pillar. But for what purpose? She thought of the other iron pillar with the white dust in the box at its base--a dark evil had been wrought there. Had her mother been behind that too?

She knew so little. Who created these iron pillars in the first place? She leaned her forehead against it and exhaled.

“Are you alright?” Aron asked.

She nodded, her eyes still closed. “Was just thinking about mother. I think--I think she came here and walked this road. Perhaps she’d even been to Greenhaven.”

“How do you know?” Aron asked.

“A feeling...”

“What was she doing?”

“I don’t know,” Eilwen said. She shook her head and then sat and leaned her back against the pillar with a weary sigh. “There are so many secrets,” she said.

He looked at her for a moment and then looked away and busied himself with his pack and gear. The ground and the wind felt warmer here immediately around the pillar, for some reason, and so they decided to camp for the night.

She pulled her cloak around her as the wind picked up. The twilight soon turned to a darker night but somehow, the golden glow from the runes on the iron pillar remained, keeping the darkness at bay. Had this pillar retained the heat merely because it one was in line with the sun? Or had this been her mother’s doing?

Nearby, Scratch nipped at Seith’s jerky which he’d snatch out of reach, laughing as he played with the little creature. Seith hissed at him and he tossed it with a laugh behind his shoulder and the little wyvern cawed and hissed and half scampered, half dove after it, rustling and crashing through the underbrush.

“What do you think about mother?” Eilwen asked her brother.

“She was...mother. Loving at times, hard as stone at others. I think---I think she loved you more,” he said with a frown.

“Aron, I never meant for--”

“No, ‘loved’ might not be the right word. ‘Favored’ might be more accurate.”


“It’s alright, Eilwen. I understand. You and she have with the crown, those discs. I can’t compete with that. But it’s okay.”

She studied him as he picked up a stone and tossed it down the hill. His face looked...sad and grim at the same time.

“Thank you,” she said to him.

“For what?” he didn’t look at her, just stared west, where the sun had descended.

“For helping me. Staying with me. Not giving up on me.”

“I made a vow to help you fulfill mother’s dying wish,” he shrugged. “And you’re my sister. And... my queen.”

They descended into silence and ate a cold meal. 

After her experience in the Greenheart, and what she had discovered there, she had told Aron about the other iron pillar with the bone-white dust, the runes, the darkness. She told of the iron discs--that mother may have been involved. Aron had grimaced but had brushed it aside. He had been skeptical that mother had been involved in something nefarious. Perhaps he was right to be. She hoped so. There were just too many secrets. Or perhaps he just didn’t want to believe their mother capable of maleficence.

Mother never did say much about what had happened in her life before she met Father, Cadfael. And even after she met Father, Cadfael had never known who Arwed really was, that she was involved with the runes of power, that she was in line for the throne, that she was royalty. 

Too many secrets. Too many unanswered questions. Mother had died too soon.

But Mother had been here; she had touched this very pillar. Of that, Eilwen felt certain. Could she find out more about her mother and what she might have been doing here by interacting with the pillar somehow? There was only one way to know for certain.
Episode 29
The others had fallen asleep under the soft glow of the golden-glowing runes, including Scratch who had his head resting on Aron’s chest. Eilwen had volunteered first watch, and when she was certain all were asleep slept, she took out the sapphire amulet on it’s silver chain and pressed the skaed rune of the amulet to the same run on the iron plate.

Does anything happen?
(Somewhat Unlikely | 2[d10]) No

Nothing happened. She sighed. The amulet still glowed blue in her hand, though it glowed less than the pillar. She tried again, envisioning her mother. Still nothing. 

Aron shifted in his sleep.

She probably had to do the ritual again. She pressed her lips together in determination and focused. Then she began tracing the symbols and whispering the words to call the shadows once more. The faint blue light trailed after her finger and hung in the air as she traced. Then she again placed the amulet against the pillar.

[X] When you cloak yourself with the
gossamer veil of the shadow realms,
roll +shadow. On a strong hit, take +1
momentum. Then, reroll any dice (one
time only) when you make a move by
ambushing, hiding, or sneaking. On a 
weak hit, as above, but the shadows 
try to lead you astray. You must first 
Face Danger to find your way.

[  ] As above, and you may also travel
along the hidden paths of the shadow
realms to Undertake a Journey using
+shadow (instead of +wits). If you
do, Endure Stress (1 stress) and mark
progress twice on a strong hit.
[  ] When you perform this ritual, add +1
and take +1 momentum on a hit

8 = 5[d6]+3

15 = 7[d10]+8[d10]

A weak hit. I’m not sure what the shadows leading her astray means in context of what she’s trying to do.

The shadows twisted out of the night, slithering across the ground, drawing nearer. She chewed her lower lip. Had she done the right thing? Why was the skaed rune there on the pillar in the first place if she wasn’t meant to use it?

They pooled around her feet, an inky black mass of midnight layered upon midnight, twisting and churning and then the pillar, dimming the golden light, giving it a shadowy cast. Then down her arms up her face and into her eyes. She with the shadows.

She blinked and her vision swam and she saw a hidden path, a twisting road of shadow, lines of black with impossible angles that jutted off into the distance...somewhere. A chill settled over her.

“This way...” one of them whispered and she saw a two-dimensional shadow, paper thin standing up in front of her out of the shadows. It’s head had holes of eyes through which she could see the night sky beyond. When the being turned, and she saw its “edge”, the shadow disappeared from view. It rotated again back into view and touched one of the lines. It seemed to vibrate. Her mind thought of a spider web...

“That... isss the path,” the shadow hissed and it tugged on her mind and will.

“Where....where does it go?” she whispered.

The thing regarded her. “To where you want to be...”

But... she struggled against it. “No...I need you to tell me about my mother about what happened here with her and this pillar. Show me what you know.”

“Follow thisss path... Then we’ll tell. We know the way. Follow...”

Should she? The air chilled and the thing... smiled. It’s face split apart into a rough approximation of a--Wait. Was that a smile? The stars in the night sky bled through where the teeth should be. “Hurry. Follow.”

“I--” She shook her head and took a step back. “I’m not sure.”

I think she’s Facing a Danger with Wits to discern what’s happening.

Face Danger + 2

5 = 3[d6]+2

5 = 4[d10]+1[d10]

A Strong Hit. Nice! Momentum goes up by 1 (now 10/10)

“You musssst follow the path to know the truth...” The thing hissed.

But now, its freakish smile dripped with some kind of inky sticky goo when it “smiled”.

“No,” she swallowed and raised the amulet taking a step towards it, gritting her teeth. “You must follow me. I command here!”

The shadow twisted in...rage. 

“We alwaysss come when you call! But you.... You never follow ussss....But ssomeday, you mussst. Someday you shall!” It then gave a scream, mouth yawning wider than the sky and it rushed towards her, shadows engulfing her.

She felt a chill and screamed, thrusting the glowing blue amulet in front of her, as if it were some sort of ward.

Endure Stress + spirit of 3

4 = 1[d6]+3

8 = 5[d10]+3[d10]

A weak hit. Her Spirit is reduced by 1 (now 2/5).

The shadow’s scream echoed in her head, but when the entity touched the amulet, it fell sucked into it, and the amulet again blazed more brightly, and as before, the blaze then dimmed.

Drawing in a ragged breath, she felt her pulse racing. Nights beneath! What had just happened?

She looked about but now the shadows twisted around her, obeying her. With a trembling hand she matched the skaed rune on the amulet against the same rune on the iron pillar and whispered. “Show me my mother.”

Does something happen?
(Very Likely | 5[d10]) Yes, but...
Yes, but it’s tiring and she loses 1 harm due to fatigue.

What does she see? I’ll use Action / Theme Oracles:

36 = 36[d100]
5 = 5[d100]

She sees her mother finishing a battle atop the hill. This time the vision is not in first person view, but she’s able to rotate and zoom in and move in slow motion to get details.

I’ll use the MAG to get more details:
tooth, palm with magic circle, three arrows crossed, helm with viking horns (how appropriate), bandaid, molotov cocktail, melting ice, person in liquid...(oooo cool idea), some kind of energy bolt with bubbles.

Eilwen looked on, fascinated as a younger version of Arwed, her mother, perhaps in her early twenties stood atop the hill. She was lit by a blood-orange sunset in a deep blue sky. Heralds take her, Eilwen thought, but Mother was...beautiful. Arwed wore simple dark clothing, overwhich a rugged forest-green cloak fluttered in the wind, the hood back. Her blond hair streamed behind her in waves of reflected red and gold as the wind caught it. Her determined blue eyes looked down off the rise and narrowed as three warriors, dressed in leather armor, jogged in a crouch to hide behind bounders getting nearer.

Is her mother wearing the amulet?
(50/50 | 2[d10]) No

Do the men say anything?
(50/50 | 7[d10]) Yes

Do they talk about the crown?
(Somewhat Likely | 10[d10]) Yes, and...

“Give us the crown, and we’ll let you live!” their leader shouts.

Are there other fallen warriors that she’s slain?
(50/50 | 2[d10]) No

Does her mother say anything?
(50/50 | 5[d10]) No, but...

Eilwen felt concern for her mother, even knowing she would somehow survive this encounter. But her mother, instead of fleeing off the hill or hiding or even trying to talk her way out of it, her mother...smiled a humorless grim smile.

They raised their short bows.

Are they well trained? 
(Likely | 9[d10]) Yes

Does Eilwen see any heraldry?
50/50 | 8[d10]) Yes

Their armor was polished black, and somehow when Eilwen focused on their armor, her vision swam, and the vision slowed and it was as if she stood next to the soldiers. She could see that the polished iron brooches held gray-cloaks. They bore a simple but elegant design: three arrow shafts gilt in silver on a black field. Eilwen didn’t recognize the heraldry.

These were not mere bandits, but well-trained warriors. They moved in coordinated fashion, their leader barking orders. 

They aimed and fired. 

Dark shafts leaped forth to claim her mother’s life. Her mother gave a cry of command, and slapped the iron pillar with her left hand. A burst of golden light transferred through her and then poured from her right palm in a concentric translucent golden circle that shifted to a half sphere. The arrows slammed into it, and when they touched the shield, they burned to iridescent dust, the iron tips of the arrows flaked off to glittering flecks that glittered in the red sunlight, drifting to the ground like some kind of bloody snowfall.

The men looked at each other, eyes widened in surprise.

Do the men try to flee? 
(50/50 | 7[d10]) Yes

Their leader seemed about to charge the hill, but changed his mind. He barked an order and the men began to fall back, using the boulders as cover as they retreated in an orderly fashion.

Do any of the men get away?
(50/50 | 4[d10]) No

Her mother raised a hand and uttered another word of command and traced the skaed rune. A mass of writhing shadows poured down off of the pillar behind her mother’s outstretched form towards the men. The men screamed and bolted for their horses, but the horses sensing something, bolted down the road away from them, thudding hooves soon lost in the wind.

More shadows poured out of the trees down on the road in front of the men, rippling over boulders and folds in the land, pooling around them in midnight pools of doom.

The men screamed in terror and tried to fight the shadows with their hand-weapons. Axes and spears hacked and thrust at the shadows. But the strange entities only split and merged and reformed on the other side of their weapons, coalescing into something that looked like gooey pitch. One by one, they fell, screaming as the waves of black consumed them, flowing into their mouths, eyes, nose and ears.

Do the shadows say anything?
(50/50 | 9[d10]) Yes

Do what they say reveal anything about this being dark magic?
(Likely | 4[d10]) No, but...
No... but it’s hard to deny the chill in the air.

What do they say 
Oppress / Anger
Frantically / Full

The shadows churned around and within them an angry tinge on the air.

“ dark...need warmth...they never share...warmth...feast on it... feel it...fill”

Do the men die?
(50/50 | 7[d10]) Yes

One by one, the bodies of the men fell to the earth, twitching and moaning. One by one, the strands of shadows retreated, slowly sliding back back to normal shadows. Each man’s eyes and mouths opened wide as if trapped in some kind of eternal scream of the damned. No wound marred their bodies, but no light stirred in their eyes and no breath rose in their breasts.

Does her mother collapse?
(50/50 | 4[d10]) No

Does she see her mother do anything else with the iron pillar?
(50/50 | 4[d10]) No

Does her mother do anything with the bodies?
(50/50 | 10[d10]) Yes, and...

After they fell, Arwed stood tall and strong and looked down at the fallen. She removed her hand from the pillar, raised her hood against the wind, and made her way down the hill to the bodies of the fallen. 

What does she do? (using CQ and CD buttons)
Attract / Riches
Rudely / Full

Arwed picked over the bodies. Then with practiced ease, and with no trembling hand, and no fear over touching the dead, no sigh of regret for what she had done, she pulled off anything and everything of value: weapons and armor; rich woolen cloaks; iron brooches with silver inlay; rings and jewelry; black polished armor--even their leather boots.

When she had everything in a pile heaped in front of her, she stood, folded her arms and gave a self-satisfied smile.

Does the vision end?
(Likely | 7[d10]) Yes

The vision ended, the shadows pulling back from Eilwen and sliding into the surrounding landscape and Eilwen fell, kneeling before the pillar. She felt drained.

Suffers 1 harm from the vision (now 4/5)
Endure Harm (rolling + health)
10 = 6[d6]+4

16 = 6[d10]+10[d10]

A weak hit.

The golden runes still glowed in their strange beauty. But she didn’t feel at peace. The vision and knowledge of what her mother had done distrubed her greatly and what she had experienced herself with the shadows. 

“Mother...” she groaned her disquietude to the night.

Do Aron and Seith still sleep?
(50/50 | 6[d10]) Yes, but...
But they’re starting to wake.

She put the pendant back under her tunic and turned as Aron shifted and awoke.

“Is everything alright?” Aron asked sleepily.

“Yes, why?” she lied.

“I thought I heard something.” He yawned and shook his head, sitting up, rubbing his eyes. “It sounded like a shout, but from far away.”

“Probably just your stomach,” Eilwen said, attempting humor to divert him. “It was grumbling before and now it’s probably shouting at you.”

“Ha ha,” he rolled his eyes and studied the stars. “My watch sister,” he said standing and stamping his feet and stretching. “Get some sleep. You look like you need it.”

“Gladly,” she wearily settled down her back against the base of the pillar. But she felt restless, seeing the shadows worm their way into the men whenever she shut her eyes and seeing her mother’s smile at the end. She shifted and tried again to sleep but saw a path of shadows and the shadow figure beckoning her to follow.

Eventually, her troubled thoughts gave way to her weariness, and she slept.

I think the information she gleaned from this vision counts as a milestone in her Mothers Quest (MQ) (now 3/10).

Make Camp move. Roll + supply of 3
5 = 2[d6]+3

9 = 3[d10]+6[d10]

Weak hit. Take 1. 
She’ll raise her health back up: 5/5 

 Edge 2
 Heart 1
 Iron 1 
 Shadow 3
 Wits 2

Health: 5/5
Spirit: 2/5
Supply: 3/5
Momentum: 10/10
XP: 3

Debilities: None

6/24 (Failures)

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