Spearpoint celebrates in no small manner following the epic play performed by Mornington and his Troupe. Fireworks light the sky at the hands of the illusionists fabricating further displays to bring joy to the gathered crowd. Mornington is carried by the crowd as he is praised for his performance for the people of the capital. The heroic story not only entertaining but firmly placing the adventurers as heroes of the realm. Crom is awed by children who want to grow up big and strong like him. They are a nuisance to him at first, but before long he is playing along and has kids swinging on his biceps and launching children into the fountain in the city square. Amarion finds himself sampling many a Guradam wine at the hands of a generous merchant taking advantage of the gathered crowds, and the publicity of having a hero drink his wares. While it might not meet the heights of the wine produced by his own people, Amarion is surprised by just how much he enjoys it, perhaps the occasion is also having a non insignificant effect on his mood.
Edward too enjoys the revelry of the gathered crowd and receives as much attention as the others. He feels a tap on the shoulder and turns around to see the beaming smile of an old friend. Peyton stands before him, overjoyed to see him. A fellow young man from the Crew of The Alacrity who sailed with him to Usta, and someone the party entrusted to help run the Faunar Garrison once they reclaimed it. They catch up on what has transpired since they last saw each other, Peyton hardly able to comprehend what he has just heard in the play. He informs Edward that the Servants of the Weave had a continued presence at the Faunar Watchtower after the party split their employment with Wolfgang Minerson. Their interest in the Air Stone had many coming and going to make further studies, he begged Iravius to be an assistant to the wizards but was denied. After word spread that Edward and the other Stormbreakers had left to travel east out of Dundel, Peyton too left his duties to try and find them. He lost track of their travels after Greenvale and ended up continuing to Spearpoint and has been enjoying the capital since. But he has finally found them and asks if he can join them in what ever venture they set on next. Edward hesitates as he knows that their path is fraught with danger, so he tells Peyton he will have to confer with his fellow party members.
The day's celebrations go on into the night where much is consumed, much is forged in memory, and much is wilfully forgotten. A real unity is felt by the people as they heal the woes of the recent past. Eventually the numbers start to thin and before long the party have peeled off to rest their inebriated heads. The next day the party rise with a variety of haze and headache, but they have business they wish to conclude before they set sail once more.
Firstly they contact Peyton, his eagerness shown the previous day has him quickly agreeing to the party's request. He sets off to research the Desert of Thorns and find anything in the city's libraries that might aid their travels.
Secondly the party leave for The Woven Pillars, they wish to seek council with Arch Mage Omanor, dissatisfied with the brevity of his appearance with The Spear's Head Council. They climb the towers and seek a familiar face to help them ascend the towers and be granted audience with the leader of the order of wizards. Iravius is the first who comes to mind, when they find him he congratulates them on the success of last nights gathering, once they explain their ambitions he takes them to his Grand Master, Proxius. The Grand Master Abjurer is
Omanor's quarters, Malsuvius, magic, studies, omens.
Omanor's magic, worries, considering guarding Gantrovius, insight of suspicion, don't go through with it.
Ichris to scry and sending, Omanor convinced to give 2 sending 1 teleport scrolls.
Pack the Lanalith to be ready by morning.
King Dras Gura farewell followed by huge send off at the docks.
Day 1 smooth, Brogmim report ritual imminent.
Day 2 sirens, elves overboard.
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