Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20190920211413/@comment-17114085-20191109222747

Yslenor walked through the portal and was instantly teleported to the capital of Ilinhame.

When Karyor passed through the wayshrine, it felt like walking through a normal doorway. Nothing like the teleportation magic of his subordinate Reeth. The Half-breed found himself in a chamber where numerous other wayshrines stood beside the one that he had used.

"Each one connected to another of our cities, but most have been inactive for centuries. Their pair no longer exists." Yslenor explained.

Beside them another of the portals opened up and a robed man in garbs similar to Yslenor's walked through. Behind him was a paladin in full armor. The male curate saw her and bowed his head. "Lady Yslenor."

She bowed her head in return. She looked back to Karyor. "A few other curates will be coming to this meeting. Behave yourself in front of them. Especially the Arch-Curate. You will know him when you see him for he is the oldest among us."

The Companions' longboats were rowed into the shore of the river a few hundred meters from the edge of the large waterfall that dropped into the Ostmark Basin. Most of that hold was at a much lower altitude than the rest of the province.

Some men jumped off the side of the boats and helped drag them on land. Elisiv was among them. Once on land, they began to unload the ships of their supplies.

As he was unloading the barrels from his own ship, Randagulf spotted the mage and his silent compatriot on another vessel. "Ah, Lars, so that's where you where. I had begun to think that you didn't show."

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By then the Jarl's soldiers had already done the same to their boats and were currently carrying their longboats and supplies down the cliffside that followed the waterfall down.