" A wonderful idea, my lady" he responds, "I suspect we will need to gather our strength." He bows quickly to Draugthuilion. "I'm Parannos, priest of Armo, here to ease the woes of war. I'm pleased to make your acquaintance. Would you like to join us, and perhaps compare some notes on these odd proceedings?"

Looking down the row of carts and riders they get to the wagons of supplies where a child give them a few pieces of bread and Yak butter so dense that looks like cheese. After a couple of hours of which Amelia begins to feel a terrible cold, they see a huge castle that stands out, with its greyish color, on a hill its wide stone walls surround it and go into a vast frozen lake, seven tall towers, each with at least ten stories high, crown the castle. As they approach manage to appreciate the double wooden doors carefully carved and reinforced with strips of black iron, in the wall every dozen yards stand a strong tower on the outside the builders have carved a figure of a warrior at his feet have sculpted Garland the next tower has carved a warrior named Tasha. Within the walls can find a small town their wide cobbled streets have been filled with refugees, who are cared cheerfully and with great dedication by the citizens of the city, sometimes can be heard to discuss Lords and Chiefstains over the Army invader, some believe it is unnecessary to hide within the city, "the gods protect us", "the old heroes watch over us" some say, every time they hear something like that a cold feeling invades their back. As they walk around discover several temples dedicated to various gods of nature, thunder, rivers including the Sun God; At night are invited to the meeting room, the castle inside is less splendid than the outside; skins of black, brown and white bears,are hung everywhere, in some cases have accommodated the various rooms for the refugees or flagmen of some clans, tribal chiefs, etc.. After several corridors and halls, they enter in a huge chamber, the hard gray walls have also been hidden with tapestries and skins of animals in the center in a huge wooden table are sitting some lords and chieftains, a herald tell them to sit in a corner while discussing the issue of invasion, provisions, weapons, etc.. After almost an hour they asked Amelia to tell her story, some members branded her as crazy and dont believe that GreenRock has been destroyed or taken by the enemy. "Never an orc may take GreenRock", "that Radvos led you into a trap, waiting to die in the catacombs or eaten by the dragon" some say and with the theme of the dragon the discussion become worse, "this girl is delusional if you think you survived an encounter with a dragon "," all dead for good", say others. The discussions continue long after Amelia finished telling the facts. Immediately are excused to leave the chamber, closed its doors even heard some teasing, "lizards" or "sick in the head", "ravens are bad omen". Someone behind them clears his throat, as they turned found an old man in yellow robes, his wrinkled but clean-shaven face shows a smile. "The Great Mother has asked me to tell you about the ruins of Gleimhall, please follow me" the old man said After climbing a lot of stairs came to a copper door, the old man take a chain around his neck with a heavy steel key and opens the door while invites them to sit in front of a desk full of scrolls. The room is small but cozy, a large fire burn in the fireplace to the left, to the right a huge window allows a beautiful view of the north side of the castle, from there can appreciate the semi frozen lake, behind his desk a discreet door leads to a library. The old man approaches the wall behind the desk and pulls a heavy cord that hang from the ceiling, a bell is heard outside the room."My name is Svala Ingun and I am the master of knowledge and history, Draugthuilion is wise in the way of the land, but I know what's in its depths of the ruins of Gleimhall"

"I believe, sir, that you are precisely the person we need," Parannos says with a bow, smooths his fine blue wool tunic and introduces himself, "Parannos of the Church of Armo, at your service." Then his eye catches the vista outside and his eyes widen. Parannos goes to look out the window, his step light and carefree now that he's rid of the thick furs. "A magnificent view," he utters with awe in his voice. "I must admit that having only seen this land knee-deep in snow my image of it was rather bleak, but from up here... from here I can see the wonders before hidden behind snow, rock and tree." He turns to Svala with a sly grin and adds, "I suspect Gleimhall will have similar surprises in store..."

The elf took the pendant from Amelia and held it gently, like it was a delicate flower. The look on his face was wonder. When Amelia sayed the words Dragon Stone Draugthuilion looked even more amazed, if possible. "The Dragon Stone..." he muttered and stroked the stone with his thumb. "Be carefull. Many would kill for that pendant", he solemnly warned Amelia and very reluctantly gave the pendant back to the woman. "It is good to meet you Amelia and Parannos", he sayed bowing his head a little to both of them."I can join you for dinner but then I have some other matters to attend." After the dinner the elf disappeared to the woods and the two didn't hear from him until they arrived in Gleindhall. During the journey wolf's howling was heard alramingly close and it maked some of the horses stomp nervously. Draugthuilion caught the priest and the witch at the city gates. It was clear as day that the elf felt quite uncomfortobale inside the city walls. He walked quietly and kept his face hidden deep in the shadows of his hood. During the meeting Draugthuilion stood stiffly next to the wall and didn't speak a word unless he was spoken to. He quickly sneaked out after Amelia and Parannos. "It is good to see you Svala", the elf greets the old man warmly holding his shoulders and touching his forehead with his own. "Your eyes are wiser than last time we met".

Updated 21 July 2013 (13:35)

"I' m Amelia and this one is Shadow, we are pleased to meet you" the sorceres says with a look of anticipation in her face. "Please do tell us everything... We have come a long way but we are in the dark...."

Gleimhall, the great beacon of good in the north, although its territory was limited, which made ​​her unique was the example of heroes given the common good, a kingdom dedicated to the destruction of evil, Paladins from distant realms came to study, clerics of the gods of good pilgrimage to here, in the mountains not far a settlement of bellicose dwarfs joined this small kingdom, if something we can learn from its fall, is that good and evil can not exist without each other, the fallen hero who returns with an army of evil and destroys the good, what is myth and what history it's hard to tell, see, Gleimhall history is riddled with strange happenings and incomplete tales, for example, what is the reason to build a castle in an area so far from the population?, Although the wizard's tower is on the edge of the cliff and from there you can see miles of coastline, this coast, and in its heyday, was covered with icebergs, making it almost impossible to heavy maritime traffic, for example war galleons, another of the great mysteries is that the regents were three of the greatest heroes of the time, Tasha, the beautiful warrior, the great warrior Garland with his splendid armor and the Black Wizard" the huge carvings on the wall towers come to your memory, "in all tomes," pointing a spotted hand to the library behind him, "his name was removed, what was the reason for that?, there are hundreds of pages of records and activities of the other heroes, dozens of heroes , but no mention of his name. Well, well, i move away from the subject, so you tell me, what do you want to know, specifically, it would take years to cover everything that is written?

Updated 23 July 2013 (19:41)

"Well... I know the stories about Chang, the fallen knight who was the cause of the fall of Gleimhall", Draugthuilion sounds thoughtful. "I understand that he attacked Gleimhall with some kind of demon army and slaughtered all those poor souls who now haunt the place. It is said that Chang himself haunts the ruins guarding all those powerful items hidden in the depths of Gleimhall", the elf's voice is pleasant and almost careless considering his grim subject. Everybody can see that now in the company of this old man he is more relaxed than he has been since they arrived in the city. "I don't know about them", he nods towards Amelia and Parannos, "but I would like to know more about this Chang. Why did he want to destroy Gleimhall?"

Chang, Shang, Ghang, several names are attributed to this character, we know little about him, he was not a wizard or cleric but still incredible powers are attributed to him, perhaps some magic items, such as its short arc in a Tome of Campaign and Equipment praise the engravings of his short bow, and possessed not string, but throw some arrows of magic energy. In another volume of Armors of the Kingdom, mentioned his armor, made from red leather and elaborate with strange symbols, even mention it has an peculiar form and I quote "not known in this part of the world", that and the etymology of its name suggests it belongs to a wild and ancient culture that lived in the Infinites Prairies The oral tradition, considered him a being of great power and goodness that somehow fell into disgrace and destroy everything in its path, such was his power that killed a group of "Magic Knights", without moving a finger. What was of him?, No one knows, he disappeared from history along with his supposed army of darkness. There is no evidence to suggest that he continue in the place, true be told, or left the ruins, unless he has the power of a necromancer and turned himself into an undead or again, a magic item... You must remember that this happened hundreds of years ago and there is a lot of myth and legend around Gleimhall, the only knowledge we have is from some old books.

The door opens and a stoic looking Dwarf enters. His hair is jet black as is his beard which reaches just below his waist. His dark eyes scan the inhabitants of the room. While he appears young by Dwarf standards, he carries himself with the pride of a warrior who has seen battle once or twice in his time. As he shrugs his shoulders, the clang of his chain mail is heard throughout the room and a large battle axe on his back becomes more apparent. Nodding to Svala the Dwarf speaks, "beg pardon me'lord Ingun if I have come at a bad time. I heard the bell and assumed it to be time to gather the group for the journey ahead." Looking at the rest of the party the Dwarf bows low saying, "Dorin, son of Floin at your service. I offer my skill and my blade to aid you in your journey."

Draugthuilion listens to Svala with interestet nodding agreeingly every once in a while and sometimes asking for more details. When the dwarf enters the room the elf turns the look of his only eye toward the new arrival and wrinkles his nose as if something really bad smelling had just entered the room. He turns his attention back to Svala and says nothing.

Parannos makes a courteous bow toward Dorin. "Pleasure to meet you, Dorin. I am Parannos, and although I'm no warrior myself, you shall have all the aid and succour that is mine to bestow." He turns back to Svala and asks, "And what can you tell us of this triad of heroes - Tasha, Garland and The Black Wizard? Surely their legacy is more than sculptures?"

Amelia listens to Slava very carefully. She tries to combine the information... Slava's tale, the dragon's lullaby, her dream.. everything mixes in her head... When Slava finishes his sentence she touches her forehead, like it would sore... like it would explode.... "I still don't know why I was brought here!" says and Shadow seems to share a bit of discomfort with her. When the dwarf enters she just nods to his direction and says "Amelia and Shadow..."

Behind the dwarf a servant enters with a biscuits tray and jugs with fragrant tea for each, the tea taste bitter but relaxes the members, the servant leave the room silently. "Of the triad of heroes, we know something, the Black Wizard was once a Warlock that caused some problems in the west, Tasha confronted him and love blossomed and the Black Wizard left the path of evil." "To complete this story, Garland also housed some love for Tasha, according to the records his the last trips were increasingly more frequent and longer than any other, even years, until on one occasion was not known nothing more of him, that was a few months before the attack, unrequited love, love triangles, what more could you want from this story? What happened to them?, Nobody knows, perhaps perished at the hands of Shang, maybe used a magic item, according to some sources Tasha posses an object that you could move from one location to another regardless of the time, many scholars have speculated on the meaning of this, my opinion, is that the object have the power to travel in time, maybe they went to the past, and live in Longurox". The old man looks with disdain at Amelia, "I guess you had a grueling voyage, fatigue makes us see things that are not and do not exist, I would recommend you to sleep, but not much, if you must go to the ruins you have little time once they siege the city will be very difficult to leave without being seen"

Dorin quietly nibbles on some biscuits and sips his tea while listening to Slava. Brushing the crumbs from his beard into his empty tea cup, the Dwarf clears his throat and says, "fallen Warriors and ill fated lovers make for interesting tales however, those are tales best told when we're not facing war on the eve of a dangerous excursion, (from which seems certain some will not return)." Placing his tea cup on the window ledge, Dorin continues, "so me'lord, if you know any tales that would aid us in our quest and our survival, now would be the time to tell them. It seems the game is afoot and we best be leaving before the coming dawn if we've a chance to slip out of this city." Dorin looks expectantly at the various party members and Slava to see who will respond to his words.

Updated 27 July 2013 (00:46)

"Dorin is right, Draugthuilion knows the ruins and the roads leading to them." "If you have any other questions, I give to you this volume with some notes from me about the history of the region and the kingdom." the old man take a heavy volume from his desk and gives it to Parannos, the book covers are of obsidian blades and its pages are written in tiny letters, the librarian also extends to the cleric a pair of lenses. "if you can bring some magic items i know some scholars who will be happy to do business"

Updated 5 September 2014 (20:46)

Parannos thanks the librarian, distracted by the discomfortof Amelia and Shadow. He steps up to her and asks in a low, concerned voice, "Amelia, are you unwell?"

"Thank you for asking" says kindly. "It's just that it's very frustrating.... I try to understand why I am here, that is all." says and immediately turns to the rest of the company. "Well I guess we should pay a visit to the ruins. That might give some aswers."

"It would appear we are but small pieces in a much greater game," Parannos says to the group, his hand quickly brushing the cup at his belt, "but even the lowliest pawn can decide the match." He gives the lenses a twirl, holds them up to his eyes and, peering through at the others, says "So, let's go and try to see the bigger picture!"

Dorin gazes out the window into the horizon and says, "I'm ready to depart whenever ye are ready to go." He turns to face the group and focuses his gaze briefly on Amelia as he continues, "but it seems some may be in need of rest which I'd wager t'be in short supply on the road we follow. I can go ahead a little ways and scout the path while ye rest."

Updated 29 July 2013 (13:30)

"I agree with Parannos. Something big is going on and we should be preapared", Draugthuilion finally speaks after being quiet for good while and then turns his attention to the sorceress. "My lady Amelia, I understand your confusion, but until we find out why the dragon brought you here we must trust that he did it for a good reason", the one-eyed elf says with reassuring smile on his face. "And I'm quite sure it has something to do with the pendant you're carrying". When Dorin says that he could go scouting the elf snorts and tries to cover his laughter with coughing. "That won't be necessary, master dwarf", he says smile still playing on his lips. "Don't you think it would be better to let someone who knows these lands and has eyes and ears everywhere in the forest to do the scouting, hmm?"