It was a cold night in a small western port town of the empire, Arken had found a quiet corner of one of the inns and settled in for the night with a tankard and his pipe. The bar was reasonably busy with townsfolk, and the noise was increasing as the men finished off their ale.
A few hours into the night the door to the inn burst open and a hooded figure in a brown cloak stepped through the door, he was slightly taller then a man and had an elegant, if not proud walk. He walked to the bartender as the men turned to regard the new comer. There were whispers and a few shouts to close the door, but the hooded figure ignore them, he spoke briefly with the bartender and the man pointed in Arken's direction. Arken was watching the proceeding behind his cloaks black woolen hood and with a pipe glowing in his mouth. The hooded figure walked over to him calmly and thrusted a parchment scroll infront of his face.
"You have been summoned Arken, by the high loremaster himself." said the figure.
Arken grunted and took the scroll, broke the wax seal and read the elven runes. He then handed the parchment back to the elf with a grunt.
"The boat leaves in an hour, with or without you mortal. You are only invited to this proceeding because of your 'previous involvement' with our race." said the figure harshly and turned and strode out of the inn.
I wonder what the pointy eared want from me this time... Arken thought to himself. It had been years since he set foot in Ulthuan and the last time wasn't pleasant.
As Arken finished off his tankard he thought about ulthuan again and his time he spent there, some memorable, most not worth remembering.
He picked up his weapons and pack and headed for the stables to collect his horse. The rain outside was bitter, but he eventually made his way to the docks where the ship had docked. The elves were about to cast off when they saw him arrive. He boarded the ship and an elf took his horse and coasted it aboard and down below decks. Arken found a quiet corner and sat down while unstoppering his flask of spirits... And waited for them to arrive in ulthuan...
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Ptolemy wrote:
"My eagles are going to die. If you choose how they die, you'll win the game. If you let me choose, I'll win the game."
