Honor

The next day dawned clear; Muldran and Tim woke, and made their way - their short, quick, just-across-the-way way to the boat. Hopping on board, they quickly cast off towards the next shrine. Muldran, unrolling his map, suggested that they head for the shrine of Honour, on the west coast of the main continent.

Mul shouted out commands to the tillerman, and steered the group round a huge leviathan swimming in the water. Sadly they didn't manage to avoid the two water elementals (but those were quickly dispatched). Tim was also slightly distressed when Muldran drove straight into a dolphin. However, the dolphin didn't seem to mind to much (although Muldran was a bit worried about a few of the phrases that were whistled towards him afterwards.)


As they sailed, Muldran stopped the boat suddenly. Hopping ashore - with Tim running behind him - father and son discovered a ruined camp, and a strange charcoal-black pedestal. Before Mul could stop him, Tim climbed up and dropped into the centre of the pedestal, but nothing happened. Mul let out a sigh of relief, and warned Tim about diving into things without thinking. Tim replied that Mul did it all the time - and of course, 'Dad' couldn't really disagree!

Back on the boat, the pair continued sailing. Looping round the cape, the pair sailed onwards towards the shrine of Honor. Landing the boat a short way from the shrine, Mul and Tim battled several skeletons before finding there way to the strangely quiet shrine. When they'd fought their way to the shrine area, they noticed that even the birds seemed hushed in this area.

As Tim nervously stepped forward, he was seized by a strange feeling that drove him to his knees. The word 'summ' burst from his mouth, and he staggered further, seeming in pain. Muldran urged him to say the mantra three times; pilgrims had often done this. As Tim spoke the word twice more, a weight seemed to lift from him. He slowly got to his feet and smiled.


Heading to the other side of the peninsula, the boat was placed upon the water again, and Muldran drew the boat into its full size, before they both climbed on board. Tim asked if that spell could be used on humans - but Mul mentioned that it would probably kill them... since people couldn't compress and expand that way. Then Muldran mentioned that spells often have 'bans' in them that prevented them from being used in such ways.

Continuing to sail North, the pair docked in Skara Brae, and went ashore to buy some fishing poles and a knife. Greeting a couple of the locals as they went by, the quick visit was concluded, and father and son continued to sail North, now heading towards the Justice Shrine.

Docking in Yew, Muldran suggested that Tim disguise himself under his shroud; the Guardsmen were still peery about elves. And magic, Mul murmured to himself, hoping that the Guards he had encountered some time back had forgotten about the business with the Templars and the Black Box.

Walking threw the town, past Empath Abbey, and onwards the pair carried on past several familiar - and a few unfamiliar sites, until they reached Tel'Mar. Tim remembered the pool where they had tried to help heal him. A quick exploration in the town revealed cobwebs growing, and dusty footprints left in several buildings; it seemed that the town of Tel'Mar was all but deserted.

Climbing up a set of stairs, Muldran suggested that Medric wouldn't mind if they borrowed a dry area of the Virtue Hall to kip in.