Tales of Malteria: A Sentence Beyond Prison (Part 1)

Cirilla walks out of the den of Ten Winds, with Deliza hung on one arm and Jarl on the other barely managing a stumble with her help, Her eyes wide as the moon in the sky. It was still working its way over here the infinite magnitude of their situation. One of the pirates approaches her, walking up from the gangplank, speaking with a cheerless meter "You are too follow me, I am to take you to the portal to your new ship. Your crew is already there waiting, come!" as he whips he orders with stiff hand motions through the air he turns and begins to walk. Deliza and Jarl still shaken from the ordeal of the creatures power. The walk is to a far side of the island to a dingy that sails a short pass, on the shore half stuck from the ground is a obsidian portal with their crew standing in wait, only the those not wounded are here it seems, Cirilla makes note of that. Noticing this the pirate that lead them here speaks "The rest are wounded and unneeded for your task, as such they will be allowed to heal up here than leave if they want, Ten Winds word is given." Not fully satisfied with that, Cirilla nods with a scowl.

Joshua steps out from the crew and dart to Jarl then Deliza, checking their conditions with wide eyes, wider than they usually were, he questions Cirilla "What has become of them? Their unto walking corpses barely moving and seem totally unresponsive!" panting with his every word he calls for some crewmen to carry them. Freya barges up to Cirilla and takes her by the shoulders shouting "What the hell happened! You foul witch! Bet you knew they would end up like this whore!" she strikes her across the face with her gauntlet hand to punctuate her words then as the pair fall to the ground from the force of the strike. Cirilla shuffles to her feet and kicks Freya in the face slipping and falling as she does so, Freya flies into a frenzy of anger as three crewmen leap forward and restrain her as she pulls her ax out. "You fucking whore! I'll kill you by the ancestors i'll fucking kill you!" Cirilla wipes blood from her mouth as she stands "Calm yourself Dwarf!" with a wave of her hands a burst of light erupts from Cirilla's hands, she falls once more to the ground from the force of the spell, but after the light fades and she stands once more Freya is standing as clam as she could be with a white haze in her eyes. "Now can we please speak on the matter at hand? I'll let you feel for yourself once we can speak calmly." Cirilla words hang heavy for a moment. Joshua watches in awe, for he had just witnessed a wizard use a nearly legend spell. it has no name yet is a well known legend. It was a prophetic spell. He knew the Diviners of Nidal were powerful but never saw such force. Prophetic Spells use a great deal of blood from the caster and in turn can fuse one moment in time to another yet to be moment, making it so the previous cannot happen until the other does. in effect creating a prophecy. Cirilla clenches her bleeding fist as she hears Freya's words.

Freya's words are eerily calm "Fine whore. We shall speak." Her eyes un-haze "As much as I hate you using spells on me, We can speak, but one day we shall have a match to the death." Cirilla spits on the ground her mouth still bleeding, before speaking "Now, to cut a long story short. Our friends were wracked by the power of a creature near that of a god, It has tasked us with retrieving a helmet in turn it has offered yet to be determined help." The Dwarf huffs loudly "Yet to be determined...yet we are to help it now eh? And if we don't?" Cirilla waits for a awkwardly long time before answering "We die. And perhaps cause even more trouble for all of malteria later on." Walking off towards the portal Freya shrugs and waves dismissively. Cirilla and the crew gather up and make their through the portal. A crew of twenty in total, only a few of the living brew were left behind along with Deedjra whom they had not seen since his scouting earlier. As they make their way out on the other side of the magic gate the crew finds themselves in the town of LuthericBurg, in a barren building on the docks. They are approached by a man, a contact of Ten Winds who leads them to a house to rest up and prep to sail off in the morning.

It was that morning, as they were to leave Deliza, and Jarl finally recovered. That Cirilla and all other Lutherics wracked in horrible pain the howling curse of Farron echoed throughout. The trip postponed days until the crisis waned. Joshua assisted in the emergency by performing surgery on all those blighted with the curse "Farron's Gaze" it came to be known, He watched many die on the table unable to sustain the pain of so much being removed from them, others begged for death or committed suicide out of unbearable agony. Cirilla was shaken by the curse and had all but her natural eyes removed, but she now had a lame leg. After many hours of debate Deliza still brought her along on the trip as she felt a diviner was too valuable to leave behind, lame or not. They finally sail off after a week in the city. The streets writhe with carnal, and sticking from rot. The survivor city didn't seem as though it was to survive much longer. A horrid omen for their voyage. They set sail on seas as a storm brews both behind in Nidal and ahead of them in the sky's.