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[Gryhm Greymalkin]

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It’s been several days since Gryhm had met Celebrakka. In that time Gryhm has learned much, from Jou’nars near destruction of Trinsic, to The Order of the Ebon Skulls domination in the war for Britain just a few short years ago, only for them to leave and finally disband with no reason Gryhm could understand.

The two men and their mounts walked to the docks and as they got to the Cottontail Sue, the Captain noticed them and began to pull the gangplanks rope. “Thar be no way ah’ma lettin you back on me boat stranger, you killed some of me crew and fer that thar be no getting to Jhelom on my watch!” the captain spoke sternly as he was shaking his finger.
“Captain, as much as I like a good joke, this is NOT funny. It would be within your best interest to drop the plank and let us aboard. For if you don’t, I’ll hang you from the crows nest by your tongue.” Gryhm replied as he narrowed his eyes.
“HA! Threatenin’ ME are ye! Ah don’t take kindly to threats boyo. Hoist anchor! We be off to our next port a call!” the captain waved and smiled as he put some distance between the two men standing on the docks.

“CAPTAIN, HEED MY WORDS. I WILL BE SEEING YOU AGAIN!” Gryhm yelled out as the captain waved in the distance.

“Looks like we’ll need to charter another boat to Jhelom.” Gryhm began to look around, but many were fishing boats and none of the others looked like suitable transport.

“Why don’t we just… recall to the island? Or even use the skill known by the Paladins as Sanctum Viatas… or Sacred Journey? Asked Celebrakka curiously.

“If it is sorcery, I have no need of it. I am a warrior born and simple parlor tricks do nothing but amuse children. Besides… I don’t know how” Gryhm averted his eyes a bit to try and hide his embarrassment.

“Don’t know how? It’s simple really.” Celebrakka dropped his backpack onto his saddle and rummaged for his rune book “Here is one. This rune will take you to the Jhelom fighting pits, I have another that takes me to the bank.”

“It’s an ugly brown rock. What in the bloody hell do I do with an ugly brown rock? Rub it and wish the Genie inside to take me to Jhelom? Gryhm chuckled a bit as he took the rune from his travelling companion.

“No, concentrate and speak the words ‘Sanctum Viatas”

“No this is stupid, we’ll just get a boat”

“Just say the words Gryhm”

“I will do no such thing”

“JUST SAY THE DAMN WORDS!”

“NO! I WILL NOT SAY ‘SANCTUM VIATAS!’”

The next thing Gryhm knew, his entire being felt like he was in two places at once. Partly in Trinsic, and partly in Jhelom. His eyes were blurry as images moved past him faster then he thought were humanly possible.

In the next instant, he was standing outside the Jhelom fighting pits, with his eyes and jaws wide open. He was still in a bit of shock as Celebrakka came up to him after being transported to the bank.

“Celebrakka. Take your rock before I shove it so far up your backside I lose my gauntlet in your throat.” Gryhm looked sternly at his companion who began to laugh at the look on Gryhms face.
“I am sorry friend. I have never heard of anyone so concerned to travel that way. But you must admit, we are in Jhelom, and it was faster and cheaper than a boat ride”

“And how do you explain this damnable headache!” Gryhm rubbed his eyes from the mana draining effects

“That will pass, and in time you will get used to them. Let us get a room at the Inn, then I shall give you tour.” Celebrakka pointed in the other direction towards the Inn.

“This whole island has changed. Even the pit was nothing but a grass field the last I remember it. It was never this populated with citizens, it was just a way point base back then… a storage island used by the Serpents Hold Militia.” Gryhm looked around for any signs of anything he might remember, but couldn’t see anything but ghosts from the past as he let his mind wander a bit. He remembered how his men took this island from the Militia centuries ago and used it for their own purposes.

“Soon Celebrakka, soon I will be ready to restart my destiny. And this time no one will stop me.” Gryhm stopped his mount and looked to the shadows and smiled, as he knew his stalker from Cove was now here.

A stalker named Burfoot.