Traveler Journey
6th Log: Farian Civil War
The hasty repairs on their wind gliders only allowed them to escape the Dogma Rift.
Crestfallen members of the party were devastated when they had no choice than burn the
princess’s corpse. Osmund invention allowed them to capture the moment in a small canvas.
Two guards would travel back to Balandor and deliver the ashes, visual proofs along with
Cyrus message, a call to arms and the truth they learned from the treacherous old butler.
Those who changed their demeanor were Leonard and Eldore, once became a pessimist
while the other turned into vengeance itself. Ceasar was puzzled to see Draxes drop his act,
showing his detachment in plain sight, one else noticed, as long as he kept performing his
duties. Their march reached the Farian frontier know as ‘The Lost Forest’.
Their wandering on those ancient woods started had a toll on their minds, often returning to a
striking similar location form just few minutes ago. Frustrated to find the sword strikes on the
trees they marked, Eldore was on the brink of burning the whole forest with his magic.
Draxes took one leaf and naturally place it between his lips, producing a humming melody.
Plants and trees walked aside, revealing the path forward. Everyone followed the improvised
musician in a row line, as they passed the 4 year seasons preserved in each section of
‘The Lost Forest’. Beasts didn’t dare to lay a finger on them, grouting or growing while
enthralled by that familiar long forgotten sound. Several hours later, they’re out of the woods.
What was once a flourishing green city with a marvelous natural aqueducts on the top of the
raised platforms and heavy stone fortifications, was now a burning city under siege.
Gigas rushed against the city assault weapons, protecting the magitech siphons meant to
drain the ‘world tree’ of its vitality. The great tree at the center of the city was called
‘Father Yggdra’, for generations it had been the Farians duty to protect it. Now the rebels
were trying to dry out the great tree, being aided by the Magi to put an end to their contract.
Eldore after regaining some composure, thanks to hearing a smoothing melody for hours,
suggested a surprise operation on the siphons. They would avoid direct confrontation until,
reaching a siphon, strike with the Knights and disengage as soon as possible after dealing
with the enemy witness. Their plan went well at first, after the second transformation Leonard
became quite exhausted, struggling to maintain a steady pace. When they dealt with the final
siphon, Leonard looked like a dead man walking, his orange hair started to turn white.
Graziel: “O Adolmaea, shining sovereign, supreme light of the ancient skies,
Grant me your power… Verto!”
The night sky was set ablaze, a golden orb was hold on the palm of the Sun King.
Barrels of extracted magic were tossed into the orb, making it grow into a second Sun.
Plasma collided against rot bark, gray ashes rained from the sky, metal hit the ground.
A young lady with mint hair, pointy ears and white horns on her head, rise up a regal bow,
in defiance of the leader of the Magi. All clouds in the sky were lifted as she said.
Miu: “O Luthia, argent goddess, beacon of the ancient night, Grant me your power, Verto!”
General SCARDIGNE: “Well done, my lady. Allow me to join you on this wonderful Night.”
The Moon Maiden was basked in an alluring light, raising bow and targeting the Golden King.
A moment of hesitation was enough for her former General to rush against her in Ebonwings.
Shapur was more than happy to deliver some punishment for his past humiliations when he
disguised himself as the assassinated General Scardigne.
When the party arrived at the town center, Ceasar and Draxes urged Leonard to transform.
Before they could jump into the fay, a fain sound like a bell was heard. Every single Knight
was glowing in a spectral aura, slowly leaving their owners and converging in the
White Knight. Clapping as he make his entrance, High Priest Ledom raise his hands.
Ledom: “It begins. The Final Awakening…
My ten-thousand year wait has reached its glorious conclusion!”
Eldore: “No. The reincarnation of Madoras was not foretold.”
Ledom: “Correct. He cannot be reborn when he never died.”
Magic glyphs twisted the now malignant aura into a dark cocoon, forcing all the pactmakers
out of their transformed state. Leonard screamed in a way no mortal should ever do.
As brief as it started, the cocoon burst out in a purple wave of dark clouds.
Leonard emerged in a topless chest engraved in ancient symbols, long white hair with orange
highlights, his right hand had a staff or regal authority, his eyes where closed.
Draxes rushed to his friend side, shaking him up if he was alright.
His eyes open up, revealing darkness where white should be, yellow predatory pupils fixed
their penetrating sight on the lad with grass green hair.
Emperor Madoras: “The child has been cast into endless darkness.
But this body… I believe it will serve quite nicely.”
Draxes: “LEONARD!?” [Looks at the staff perforating his chest]
Emperor Madoras: “Hush, you who shouldn’t exist have no right to stand near me.”
