Session 35 - Emberil

Hollow
'' "The usefulness of the cup is its emptiness."  Anna.'' Whispers in my head. Hollow.

The book shows the way.

''Anna. All along.''

I hand Viter the book.

Viter uses the book for revenge. ''Anna’s page is lost. Just a drop of blood. Mine cost a finger.''

One more drop, I can give that much more.

Directions out of the caverns, big climb up to place called palace of the 3. Says 8 days on the bottom.

The book shows the way. It’s important to Gimurt’s family, I walk away as he explains the significance of some monument, where we are headed. I have no more capacity. I cannot listen.

I climb. Into the darkness. I slip, fall. The hand I sliced off my own finger catches me, pain. I continue upward and join the others.

A basin. A simple white stone bench. It’s engraved. Elven runes. It’s a prayer to Ishtar. It reads...something about the cursed, three mountain. Those who follow the lord shall seek demise through all their lives.

''I care not. Demise. I call demise home. I’ve embraced the fall.''

I continue on, my friends follow. I’m too sorrowful to utter it. I hope they know. I hope Viter and the Druid know how much I love and care for them. My childhood friend. A pun-loving yet respectful Druid. Oh yeah, Gimurt. I'm glad Viter has someone else.

This is so much bigger than I could have possibly imagined. I expected a challenge. I did not expect planes-jumping.

We make our way to a ruin. There is a spider. I fight the urge to continue on without my friends. The spiders become an annoying barrier to forward momentum. Let's see how the big one does without having any blood.

Onwards.