Chapter 3: A plan for a hunter heist?

Quil pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Just what is that voyeur playing at?” She muttered tiredly.

She had up to that encounter been missing her old master a bit. That feeling was pretty much evaporated.

“Sorry about all that Lesh”

“I don’t think you have anything to apologise for” Leshac objected.

Quil murmured another apology and twisted a strand of hair.

“Hey, Lesh, if you don’t mind me asking, just what is this eye?”

Leshac hesitated, but only for a moment, Quil subtly smiled, the frail nervous act always worked wonders in getting Leshac to open up about himself. Quil didn’t have any misgivings about this manipulation, after all, it was best for Leshac to talk about these things too. That was at least how Quil justified it unconsciously, truthfully part of it was likely that she had adopted some of Liokh’s bad character of snooping about. Curiosity was generally a virtue and vice of mages though.

Liokh just so happened to be better equipped to indulge it than a mage who would create mirrors of ice that would cause increase in power via reflective principles, for example.

“It’s an oblivion relic” Leshac explained.

An oblivion relic was quite simply an existence that nobody knew the origin of, and in the case of many oblivion relics, even their history was unknown. Some things as a matter of course could not help but be oblivion relics. A spell that could erase memories was obviously going to be something that could slip from people’s minds.

While a lot of magic wants to be found, some does not, or due to its nature cannot be easily found and recalled.

That and while there were periods that people knew about, such as the time when dragons ruled everything or when the Shyndl and Shydhu walked the earth. The Eclipse War was infamous for being something that caused countless forgotten remnants to be spread throughout the world of Kigan. Little was known of what actually happened other than the fact that the Shyndl and Shydhu clashed. Many did not even know that the Shyndl and Shydhu, existed and many that did had little idea what they were, other than beings of great power, greater perhaps than that of the Aryaith, which many claimed were deities and many of which claimed themselves to be so.

The Aryaith were also beings whose past was shrouded in mystery.

Nortrieln where Leshac lived even had a remnant of a forgotten age, the great bound wolf Fionnwyr, who had cities built upon his back. However regardless of his age, to those that did not hold the true wolves in reverence it was common knowledge that one could not trust the words of a true wolf, not that Fionnwyr readily talked about the past.

Quil, being an ex-apprentice to a high class mage like Liokh of course knew what Leshac meant.

“This thing seems seriously ominous” Quil said.

“It is a source of incomparable negative emotion, it was something that was vital to my past research and what I intended to do with it, well, it pushed my very shadow into action against me”

“Ok, it is really really ominous.” Quil said.

“I should be fine” Leshac said.

“You better be fine” Quil huffed.

Quil drew closer to Leshac.

“So, tell me where is this hunting lodge?”

“Smack right between Dramay and Lathinles” Leshac explained.

“Must be a lot of lodges there, he did at least give you a bit more to go on than that right?”

Leshac nodded and his shadow extended over to a nearby shelf and pulled a map out, then looking around, he discovered that all available surfaces where covered with magical knick-knacks, experiments and general paraphernalia. Actually a lot of it was taken up with containers that had different kinds of darkness sealed in them.

Carefully Leshac added a few more things to an already unnervingly swaying tower of stuff. Still, though it wasn’t perhaps the best of results, he had a free space to unfurl the map. It was a cheap simple one, with no magic on it at all.

Leshac looked about a bit before pointing out a little hut symbol on the map.

Quil frowned.

“Is he trying to get you killed?” She questioned.

“I think there are quicker ways to do that”

“Is he trying to make you suffer?”

“You worry too much Quil, I’ve ventured into Sool Valley before”

Quil inspected the map.

“Hmm, I’ll bet that this lodge isn’t called Shiverclaw anymore” she mused.

“It is now called Crimsoneye. Reports are that even the hunters that aren’t ouirh have red eyes”

“So, you gotta make a plan right!” Quil said excitedly, eyes sparkling.

“Why are you suddenly enthusiastic?” Leshac asked.

“Well, this is, it’s a heist isn’t it? You are going to steal the crimson eye from the profane cult!” Quil said dramatically.

Leshac remembered that one thing Quil was extremely fond of was watching plays about thieves and other assorted rogues. She also liked reading stories about such, but it was easier to find a crystal with a vision of a play within the wild region of Nortrieln they lived in. Well, it was more that Liokh had a very large collection that Quil had plundered as a going away present.

“A plan…” Leshac stared at the map.

“To begin with, I could disguise myself as a hunter…” he began.