Marching Towards Annuminas: Echoes of the lake and Sailor's Pride

30/10 Marching towards Annuminas: Echoes of the lake and Sailor's Pride


As dawn’s first light kissed the lands of Evendim, the company found themselves within the aged and storied walls of Annuminas. The camp was abuzz with activity, as each member tended to their duties, ensuring all was in readiness for the battles to come. Grand Maester Thandanar, stern yet wise, joined forces with the valiant Marshal Minaidan and the ever-alert ranger buglar Anarlosse. They congregated in quiet council, discussing the looming threat and devising strategies to reclaim the sunken city from the clutches of their adversaries.

Captain Belenir, with the weight of leadership upon his shoulders, joined the council. However, his mood was darkened by whispers of a duel that had transpired the previous night between Minaidan and a young sailor named Achillenor. Angrily, he confronted Minaidan, chiding him for engaging in such recklessness on the eve of battle. He spoke of maturity and the grave responsibility they all shouldered, underscoring that they could not afford injuries born from acts of bravado. In the midst of this heated discussion, a pilgrim by the name of Olthor approached. His eyes told tales of wisdom and knowledge, yet the Order was wary, suspecting hidden intentions. However, his vast knowledge in lore, ancient stone reading, and healing could not be overlooked. With Grand Maester Thandanar’s vouching, the Order decided to recruit him, welcoming his expertise to their ranks. Belenir, seizing control of the situation, announced that in the coming days, they would convene the Council of War, meticulously planning their assault on Annuminas. With the meeting adjourned, Belenir retreated to his tent, lost in contemplation of the battles ahead.

It was then that young Achillenor appeared, swagger in his step and a mischievous glint in his eyes. He wasted no time trying to charm Anarlosse while audaciously introducing himself to Grand Maester Thandanar.

His disrespect was palpable as he referred to the Grand Maester as ‘old man’, boasting of his victory over Minaidan in their duel. Unperturbed, Thandanar accepted Achillenor’s challenge, though Anarlosse, the voice of reason, implored them to reconsider. The duel was swift, with Achillenor’s agility and speed leading him to victory. Despite this, he found himself respecting Thandanar, acknowledging the honor it would be to fight alongside such a seasoned warrior. Intrigued, Thandanar queried Achillenor’s motivations, to which he responded with tales of glory and battles fought against the corsairs of Pelargir. Yet, his words took a darker turn as he spoke of Captain Belenir, vowing to crush him beneath his feet in a forthcoming duel. The Order was left to ponder - why such animosity? What did Achillenor know of Belenir that they did not? The air was thick with tension, as the company braced for the conflicts ahead, both on the battlefield and within their ranks.