Jhelom and Justice

It had been decided. In the spirit of Muldran attempting to get to know his son better, he'd asked Tim what he could to for an activity. Tim, with great enthusiasm, had suggested a shrine quest.

Muldran picked the book out of the shelves, and tucked it into his backpack. He patted down the new, blue suit that he'd asked Edna to make, and looked around the Library. A proper shrine quest...


Firstly, Tim and Muldran used a gate form Rhovanion to Jhelom - where Muldran said it would be the last gating magic he'd use for this journey. It was strictly foot, horse and ship from now on! Tim was surprised that Mul wanted to do this - but still remembered to call him Dad!

After collecting some supplies in Jhelom, Muldran made a surprising discovery; Tim wasn't unsettled by the magic in the islands own teleporting stones. Tim asked who built the islands, and Muldran suggested that the teleporters were on some sort of 'key line of magic' something that Cherry might suggest were the 'leylines'. Mul thought that because the elves practised natural magic, this might have something to do with it - but Tim looked a little unsettled, and murmured that surely the Gods had made the islands that way. Muldran was reminded of his conversations with Palirond about divine magic...

A short walk later, both arrived at the docks. Muldran summoned a boat out a model, and placed it on the water. He admitted to Tim that this would be the last piece of transport magic, then!


Clambering aboard, Muldran was impressed at how much he remembered about sailing. The boat took off at a rapid pace, and both father and son enjoyed the sea-spray, and the sensation of fast movement. Muldran lamented that all his gate travel seemed to have deadened the joy of exploration, and vowed to enjoy this trip. It also gave Mul and Tim time to talk. Muldran told him about the time he and Jack of Shadows had first met Roxanne, borrowed her boat, and then sunk it on the shores of Nujel'm. Tim was in stitches of laughter as Muldran described how he'd had to stitch clothes for the Courts of Nujel'm for days in order to make enough money back to purchase passage to the mainland...

A brief fight with a wayward water elemental took place, and before long, after sailing past another smaller island, the pair arrived alongside Valor Island.

Storing the boat again, Muldran and Tim jumped ashore, and proceeded to get attacked by serpents, corpsers, crocodiles and mongbats - although the combination of magic and arrows seemed to know the creatures back a fair bit. Tim also remarked that he seemed to still be carrying some magic within him, as lights grew and flared as his arrows hit their marks.

Muldran and his son finally made it to the shrine as night was starting to fall. Tim knelt at the shrine and repeated the mantra 'Ra'. Mul asked where he heard that, and Tim replied he didn't know - it just seemed the right thing to say. Muldran reminscied about his favourite mantra - cah - and recited a rhyme that made Tim laugh - Mul said he'd try and recall where he learnt it from.


Unrolling the bedrolls, Tim started to light a small campfire as the dark night drew in, but surrounded by the standing stones, the gentle whisper of the sea and the peaceful air of the shrine, few more words were exchanged as sleep crept over the pair...