Morindas Application

[Solivagus]

The door to the Room of no Return swung silently open. Long shadows stretched across the floor, cast by the full moon outside. Soundlessly Morindas entered along with the shadows, utilising his training and his knowledge of Void Magic to make his entrance as invisible as possible. He had no intention of alerting any observers of his true talents of course, nor of his master, but caution was advised when entering unknown territory. His eyes scanned the room for companions, but he found none. The room was deserted. Nudging the door shut with his foot, his hands pulled the black hood of his black robe across his face before allowing the Void Magic to dissipate. No one was to see his features unless it was unavoidable. His hands came down to rest at his sides, brushing against the various pouches attached to the belt that was beneath his robes, and against the long, enchanted knife that had been granted to him by his Master when he had been raised to the rank of Elder. Soon he would join this guild of adventurers. Soon there would be more souls to deliver to his Master...

 

Hands clasped behind his back, Morindas waited.

[Sweetcherrie]

As the door closed with a heavy ‘tonk’ behind Morindas, Sweetcherrie woke up with a shock and almost fell off the chair she had fallen asleep on. The bottle of water she’d had in her hands had rolled onto the floor, and a trace of water ran from where it had fallen towards the bottle, ending in a small puddle.

 

With her fists she rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked on the clock. It was 14 hours later than when she had decided to only drink something and sleep for a bit. She could feel it in her back that she had slept on a chair for 14 hours, and even though 14 hours was quite a bit, she didn’t feel rested.

 

She bent over and picked up the, now, empty bottle. With the bottle in her hands she sleepily walked towards the front office, planning on sleeping some more in her room, but stopped dead when she saw Morindas standing in the middle of the room.

 

“Don’t tell me you want a mission as well?”

 

The man didn’t speak a word, and only gave a small nod to show her that this was indeed what he had come to do.

 

“Oh my, we only had two extra medallions and I’ve promised those to Cambio and Annael….what to do?”

 

The words had barely left her mouth when the book they had brought from the lost plane started shivering in its place. As Sweetcherrie’s eyes grew bigger the book floated up into the air, and hovered for a moment about ten inches above the desk before the pages started leaving rapidly on their own account.

 

With a frown Sweetcherrie walked towards the book, and just as she reached it the pages halted, and at the top of the page she read the following out loud:

 

Lost medallions.

 

In times long forgotten the medallions were made to gain entrance to the lost plane. These medallions were given to those that had proven themselves worthy of entering, and these men and women (and other creatures) were the greatest adventurers of them all.

 

Throughout the ages the medallions got scattered over several planes by their keepers, and it is said that some have never found their home back to the inner tavern.

Sweetcherrie stopped reading for a moment, “This must mean there are more medallions still.” she mumbled and then continued reading.

 

Folk tales tell about strange and mysterious amulets showing up in unexpected places, and the last known to be discovered, was found on a plane in the fourth solar system. The creatures that had found it had made the medallion into their god, and great golden emblems were found in most of their historical texts.

 

The adventurer who eventually managed to win the medallion over, was almost killed in his attempt and lost his sight in the process of winning this wanted treasure....

There was more, but Sweetcherrie had read enough. There were still medallions out there, and if this guys standing in front of her would want to join he would have to get one of these medallions himself, because she sure wasn’t going to do it for him.

 

“You’ve heard me read. Find a medallion, and you’re in. I doubt you’ll be able to get one close though, the inner tavern has a strange attraction to the medals apparently, and all those within the near proximity will already have returned.”