For Whom the Bell Tolls

[Lark 2227]

 

 

Another frigid night in the Vayl Wastelands lurches forth as the bright moon of Atlas shines down, a faint haze of powdered snow and moonlight mingle as a falcon beats its tired wings, dried blood clinging to its battered body. With a weak cry, the falcon bursts dives into the keep of the Vizmaks, flying through one of the many holes of the decrepit keep. Derrick and Arhadir sit before the fireplace as they pore over reports, pondering where Travis had gone.

 

Arhadir would calm the falcon, lifting him up, recognizing who it belonged to and what tidings it brought. In a swift movement he removed a note tied to the poor creature’s leg as Derrick stepped in to bring the blood soaked bird to the infirmary. Arhadir’s hand trembled as his age began to show in his face, creases deepening in worry and anger. Worry at what might become of Travis, anger at his recklessness. But such was not a time for chastisement. Now was a time for action.

 

Upon opening the note, Travis had scrawled a message about his whereabouts.

 

“Bl  d, blo d a  , mor b ood. H ns as b f nd d ubt e l c i g b c. V y s r g e g o m ir t. I w ll c n t n u e my p th.",

 

The text on the note had been completely soaked through with blood, with little chance restoring what was initially written, the text was written hasty.

 

Arhadir stowed the note away, hurrying to the infirmary where Daliyah and Derrick tended to Travis’s falcon. As Derrick’s eyes met Arhadir’s, he knew it was time. Derrick took a deep breath of frigid air, walking to the bunks of the Vizmaks and calling them to order as he leaned upon the doorframe. With but a word, they readied themselves as the time had come to bring Travis home. With slayersteel at the ready, the Vizmaks began to gather outside the fort, boots crunching in the snow as missives were sent out to gather more forces.

 

(For IC friends of Travis Bell only)

'To whom it may concern,

My brother Travis has recently gone missing after a search for one of our primary leaders, Hans. We received a blood soaked note which we are currently deciphering. If you are available, we would much like to see you participate in our search for his search, alive or dead.

Signed,

Arhadir 'The Old One'

Derrick Bell

[osumanduas 1442]

Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

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