Annals of Sanctuary

Aemon flipped his palm upward and outward in mild frustration as he looked up from the text, “Ok wait, what’s the significance of the blade Kavyr carries?” Cronos left his unconsumed tea on the windowsill as he made his way back to a chair beside his pupil. “It’s the Sever Blade the Warder’s gave Kavyr the night Kya attacked him.” Aemon brow drew down in confusion, “Wait, I don’t recall that happening.” Chronos reached over and started flipping pages in Aemon’s book, “Sure you do, it’s right here…” A light breeze picked up and the silence was slowly filled with the rustling of the great ash leaves. Periodically a helicopter pod tumbled down the abyss on either side of the great limb. The hollow blue light dimmed as the night took full hold. As he peered out into the distance, a glint caught his eye. He saw only one a first, but now knowing what he was looking for, he picked out several more. Arrow tips – sheaf, taunt bows. Aimed right at him… wait, not at him… Kavyr spun aroun...

Kavyr – Elven Magus of Greyhaven Unlike the infant alliance brewing within Kya, where guest and hostess exchanged roles, Kavyr was experiencing a different crisis of identity. Kavyr found himself within the oubliette of his own mind. His senses still conveyed information to him, but it was akin to echoes bouncing off his ethereal prison pit. All sense of control was lost to him. It started cordial enough, what for the violent nature in which his captor had cast his current role. But that respectful impersonal relation proved ephemeral. As Kavyr realized he was viewed as nothing more than a vehicle, one whose memories were fair game to his warden, he hastily erected mental partitions as best he could, as best his meager training in mental resistance allowed. This was particularly annoying for a multitude of reasons. He could dwell on his current situation, but dared not try to solve it least tip his hand and make it more difficult for his companions. He dared not even take full mental i...