Alora O'Donnall

“Lori” “Danny”

Female Human Herald, 2nd-level

Reputation 2 Social Rank 10
Strength 12  (+1) Fort. Save +6
Dexterity 12  (+1) Ref. Save +4
Constitution 16  (+3) Will Save +4
Intelligence 13  (+1) Alignment Brae
Wisdom 15  (+2) Speed 30 ft.
Charisma 13  (+1) Size M (5′ 11″)
Armor Class 16 Base Attack +2
Life Points 16 Melee Attack +3
Action Points 21 Ranged Attack +3
Experience Points 1,000

SKILLS:  Affect Mind +2, Appraise +1, Aura Defense +4, Aura Grip +2, Aura Stealth +3, Balance +1, Bluff +1, Climb +3, Concentration +3, Craft +1, Diplomacy -1, Disguise +3, Escape Artist +3, Forgery +2, Gather Information +2, Heal +1, Heal Another +5, Heal Self +4, Hide +5, Intimidate -1, Jump +2, Listen +5, Move Object +1, Move Silently +5, Perform -1, Pilot +1, Read Lips +2, Ride +2, Scry +1, Search +5, Sense Motive +1, Spot +5, Swim +2, Use Rope +3, Wilderness Lore +1. 
FEATS:  Aura Sensitive, Control, Exotic Weapon Proficiency (Heraldic Blade), Improved Initiative, Skill Focus (Perform).
LANGUAGES:  Saric(r/w), Common(r/w).
POSSESSIONS:  Heraldic Blade, Lute.

portrait by Jonathon Earl Bowser

Alora was brought up in a small farm community just on the outskirts of The Skorr.  She spent a very happy childhood growing up in a loving, hard working home.  Though she lived the life of a farm girl, she learned many important lessons throughout her short life.  

Her parents, Rochelle and Derk, taught her the value of labor and a hard days work.  They taught her how to think solidly and make and be responsible for her decisions.  Alora’s 2 older twin sisters, Cordance and Kellie, taught her how to be kind and strong as well as the necessity of charm and grace as a young lady.   But of all the lessons taught in the household, Kyle, her younger brother, helped her learn the values of patience, understanding and compassion.  In fact of the family, Alora spent most of her time with Kyle, playing tunes on her lute, making up stories and then setting them to song.  Often in late fall after the harvest, the two of them would sit and make up songs of adventurers, hero’s and of far away places.   

As Alora grew to a young woman, her time with her family became less frequent.  She found herself walking for hours through the wood and fields, off exploring new places, but never to far from home.  During these short “outings” as she called them, she would always daydreaming that she was exploring some far away place and helping those in need.  Most often she returned home that very day, but as she became more adventurous, she found herself to walk further and further from her home, but always sure to come home before to late.   Alora would set off just before the red sun rose, rarely to return until the after the seasonal moon shone high in the night sky.

As her adventures took her farther from her home and for longer periods of time, she thought it practical to take a pack with a few provisions with her, and she always brought her favorite lute.  

It was one evening as she decided to make a camp did she hear what sounded like a struggle or battle.  She rushed toward the sound in time to find 2 men battling.  She ducked behind some thick grass and watched as the blows became more bloody and violent with the men’s raging tempers. Swords reflected the early moons reflection and made the darkening night look like slices were being carved out of the air.  Finally, in one swift, and cleaver blow, by the man who she thought would for sure lose, the fight ended in the stronger looking of the two collapsing into a bloody heap.   She lay quietly in the grass trying to not make a sound.  When the voice called to her.  “Child” he called, “I know you’re in the bush”, she rolled onto her back terrified, holding absolutely still, trying not to even breath.  She fumbled for her pack grabbing for the dagger her father had given her just in case he said.  

“I need some help child, could you please come” the injured man coughed violently and spat, only what she could imagine was blood.  Alora rolled onto her stomach and began to rise to all fours.  “I will only come if I have your word on the Maiden of Arbil that you will not harm me” Alora’s voice wavered. 

“Child” his voice calming “I cannot not give you my word in that context, but I assure you on all that it just and free that I will not harm you unless you give me just cause”. 

Alora wasn’t sure how to respond to that but did decide that his need was great.  She cautiously approached the man and found him to be even slighter then had expected, but his body was very well formed and his skin was taunt against slender, but strong muscle.  

The second moon rose into the sky and the night around them grew darker.  Alora stopped several feet from the man and lit a candle.  “Child, I will not harm you, you have my word,” the man sounded honest and trusting.  Alora walked closer but hesitated about 4 feet from him.  “Do you have any bandage and ointment in your pack?” he moved his hand from a wound on his shoulder and blood poor out of it like water running down your skin in a bath. 

Alora stood stunned that the man was still sitting and not at all scared.  
”Oh my, does that hurt?” she reached out as if her distance from him would allow her to touch the wound.   “Yes, very much, and that is why I need your help, I am losing blood very fast and I don’t have much time until I pass out from blood loss, if you could bandage it for me, maybe it will help slow the blood.”

Alora new she didn’t have anything that would really help, but she did know that she had to help so she tore a large piece of cloth from her breeches and pushed gently, but firmly on the wound.  The man shuddered, and took a deep breath. She applied pressure to the wound long enough for the bleeding to slow, but not without sacrificing the better part of her pants and his shirt.  

She took her leave from him long enough to gather some kindling and wood for a small fire and some moss to put on the wound.  She laid her dagger blade in the fire and waited for it to become red hot.  She checked he water supply and saw that she had enough for him to have a few sips and to help clean the wound.  After cleaning the wound with the water, she carefully removed the dagger from the fire.  The man expecting the pain braced himself against the tree trunk and bite down on the hilt of his sword.  Alora placed the hot blade over the skin and the stench of burnt flesh penetrated into the air.  The man shivered and flinched, but didn’t make much of a sound.  There was just enough water in her flask to cool the seared skin she placed some fresh cloth from her shirt over the wound.  

After taking care of the man she settled her self on the opposite side of the fire from him and began to strum her lute.  For a long while they sat without speaking, except for the occasional song from Alora.  Then she found the courage to ask.  “What did you mean by not in that context” 

 The man looked puzzled, then the look of recollection came across his face.  “Child, there are many things in this world you do not understand, bad things that happen to good people and good things that happen to bad” he began to lecture, “but even these are more understanding and visible to you then the evil that befalls on everyone and everything”  

Alora sat quite for a moment, and then began to hum a line from one of her songs.  “I think you under estimate me sir” she stopped playing and stood.  “I have learned a many thing in my short life, and have been an excellent student. I know that I have freedom from oppression, good food, a wonderful family and a “goddess” that protects us, don’t misunderstand, I am well aware of the evils in this world, and though I am not the victim of it, it does not mean that it doesn’t touch my heart to hear of those who suffer from its plight” Alora walked toward the man and placed her hand on the sword.  “I also know that good people often do bad things which can blacken their heart and lead them to evil” She looked into his eyes “I am not afraid of what is out there, because I know I can overcome its spell”

The man laughed what started out to be a hearty laugh, almost to big for such a slender man, but it ended in coughing and spitting of blood.  Alora kneeled beside him resting her hand on his forehead. 

“You are sick with fever, come over here and rest by the fire” she took his hand and drew him to the fire.  She gathered some grass to make bedding for him, then lay down beside him using her body to warm his, also trying to protect her from the cooling night air. 

In the morning, she went to find the river not to far from their camp, she filled the flask with water and washed some of the blood stained cloth.  When she returned to the camp, she found the man to be sitting up resting against the same tree as the night before.  

“I have bandaged you, cared for you, and I still do not know your name” Alora started working at removing the current bandages on the wound and replaced them with the clean ones.   

“Sage” the man stated “I am Sage, and who might you be?” he glanced up into her young face and realized that she could only be maybe 13.  She was tall for her age and very mature looking strength lay behind her bright blue eyes.  Her hair was now laid loose on her shoulders where last night it was held back in some type of knot.   She was very beautiful for such a young girl, and he knew that she would grow to be even more beautiful.  But of all the things that stood out, was that strength and confidence she held in herself that impressed upon him and he knew that she could very well help him in his cause. 

“Alora”, she said as she sat beside him “that will take some time to heal unless you get to a healer” she fussed with the bandage a bit more “I put some more moss on it to help speed the healing, and keep out infection, but that is all I can do for you.”

Alora looked up toward the skies “I have to leave now otherwise I will never make it to my home before both moons are in the sky.” She picked up the lute then the pack and shoved the dagger into a pocket she had made for it on the inside flap of the pouch.  Hiking it over her shoulder, she turned and started walking in the direction of her home.

Before she even got more then 10 feet away, she turned and looked at the man she had met “Sage, I have a long walk, but it is closer then any city, I think maybe you should come with me, I am sure my mother can help your wound along” She stared into his face for a moment searching for something, any kind of response to her suggestion “Or don’t” she stated matter of fact and turned and started walking. 

“Hold up young Alora” Sage called, “I am wounded after all” he teased.  Alora turned around with a stomp, and met his smiling face; she could feel the heat rising in her skin and looked down at her feet to hide the blush.  Sage grimaced and almost fell to the earth.  Alora dashed to his side to help him to his balance.  “I will carry these for you” as she lifted his sword and a small pouch.  “Under the condition you tell me of your adventures” she smiled up at him and he down at her.  Her heart melted, and she had to turn away again quickly this time to hide the red in her cheeks.  

No real mention of the battle except for once during the walk home Alora asked about the dead man.  Sage’s only response to that was she would learn in time and that he indeed planned to share much with her.  This of course made her blush again and pick up her pace.

It was late night when she finally reached her home.  From a distance she could see the candlelight wavering in the windows.  Rusty, the family dog lay on the porch and jumped to his feet when he heard the sound of intruders.  Barking furiously, he charged toward Alora and the stranger.  “Rusty, Heel!” Alora commanded.  The charge settled into a jolly romp run, his bark more a welcome then a threat.  The front door of the little farmhouse flew open with her father Derk in its shadow.  She could tell by his profile that he was holding his rifle in his hand.  

“Daddy, Its me, Alora, and I have brought someone with me who need healing” Alora shouted to the shadow.  

“Alora, what in the name of Brea…” he stopped the scolding when he finally found his night vision and could focus on the man walking with her.  “Rochelle, get your kit we have a visitor who needs your help,” Derk called into the house.  “You young lady have some explaining to do,” he said in a stern, but concerned voice.

“Alora Danielle, where in heavens name have you been!” Her mother came though the door and hugged her.” We expected you sometime mid Dae.  “Rochelle,” she stated to the stranger, “and this is Derk, come inside and lets take a look at you”

Rochelle tended to Sage’s wounds and then fixed something for the two travelers to eat.  After Alora was finished with her meal she was hurried off to bed  “We have a lot of talking to do in the morning young lady” her mother lectured sternly, “Sleep well child” her father called after her.  Derk turned to Sage to continue on with a discussion that started during the meal.  The topic seemed all to political for Alora to take much interest in, but her father seemed to be enjoying himself and that made her happy so she just mostly listened.   

After about an hour of tossing in her bed, Alora snuck out into the main room to check on their guest.  She got to the corner of the steps in time to hear Sage offer to help the family prepare for the Harvest and Derk to happily except his offer.  Just then, she saw Sage look directly at her nod and wink. Derk didn’t even turn his head instead said “Alora Danielle O’Donnall, you had best be in your bed young lady you are in enough trouble.”  Alora ran over to her father kissed him on the cheek and ran off to bed.

During his stay, Sage worked as a farm hand, working in the fields as well as doing some smithing.  At the end of each day, Alora would finish her daily chores and always make time to sit and have lengthy conversations with Sage.  During these conversations, he would express the ideals of the Herald, romancing Alora’s attention and guiding her in that direction.  After realizing that Sage had her attention, he decided that it was time to talk seriously with Alora about training her as a Nehsurin apprentice. 

He chose a time that he knew they would be alone, away from everyone, even young Kyle.  Alora had planned another adventure, and Sage offered to go along to keep her safe, Derk and Rochelle knew that Alora felt safe with him and agreed to the adventure, especially because it was the longest one she would have gone on by herself.  

Alora and Sage awoke before 7th lyt to head off on their journey. Rochelle had made a breakfast for them and kissed her daughter on the forehead.  “Be safe my daughter” she said as the companions walked into the early morning.  

The first few hours were very quiet between them and once they had decided to stop and rest, Sage sat next to Alora and looked directly into her face.  He couldn’t help but feel connected to this child, she felt like a sister, but it was much more.  He new that it would never be because of their age, but the feeling was still there.

“Alora, I need to speak seriously with you right now” Sage’s face looked stern almost like her fathers.  

“Um, you have my attention” she spoke giving him an odd look, “why are you looking at my like my father would?” 

“Because this is a very serious matter and I need your undivided attention.” He drew closer to her in order to better see her eyes.  He began “We have had countless discussions about many things, most surrounding thoughts and feelings about my duties as a Harold.”  Sage took her young face in his hands and desperately wanted to kiss her, but dropped his hand and went back to his speech “Alora, we are very few, and have a huge burden to carry, when we find someone who has the ability, we train them and make them one of us to fight against the aberrations that are the regents, you, Alora, you can be a Herald.  You can join us in our battle for freedom.  You have the talent, raw skill, and you have the ability to see the Aura, if you would let me, I would be your mentor, and you could be my Nehsurin apprentice.”

Alora sat with her jaw parted, disappointed that he didn’t kiss her and astonished that he thought of her as one of his kind.  

“I don’t know,” she started to say “It sounds very frightening, what about Kyle?”

“No, I am truly sorry, Kyle can grow to be a strong warrior, but never a Herald, only you Alora” he was sad that he had to tell her this about her brother, but new that he could never be what she could be.

“What do I have to do?” she asked as she struggled to pull herself from the ground.

“You need to understand, that if you choose the path of the Herald, you chose a life of difficulties, but one that holds much honor.  Most people are ignorant of what abominations the Regents are, and for your safety you would have to keep your identity from people.” 

Alora stared into his green eyes and lost almost lost herself in them.  

“There is an oath you may take now, here with me and there are rules we will discuss during training.  You will forge your own weapon and develop the skills necessary to wield it, you will also learn how to use your natural talents and expand upon them in time.  For now, you need make the promise to be a protector of freedom and keep the honor of the Heraldic code.”  He stood and placed his hands on her shoulders.  “I promise I will not fail you Alora, I will teach you what my mentor taught me as his taught him, and when the time comes you will find one to teach and you will mentor him or her that is how we survive.  Each of us only know the true identity of two other Heralds, the one that trains us and the one we train.” His eyes were serious “This is for our protection, though never doubt that you will be in company at a time or two with another Herald, but never ask for true names and always accept the one he offers”

Alora began to feel overwhelmed, but made the promises he requested.  

“Upon our arrival at home Alora, I will no longer be your friend, I will be your Nym’ra, you will have to listen to me and do exactly as I say, you will not always like what I tell you to do, but you must obey or it will corrupt the training.  You also may never breath word of this to your family, not even Kyle, it may put their lives in danger as well as yours and mine.”

Sage sighed “Your training should have started before your onset into adolescences, but your bright and skilled, and though it maybe a challenge, I think you will be a great pupil.”

He smiled a warm smile and hugged her close to himself, burying his face in to her hair.  It was a shame he could never have her, but he at least will be able to make her one of his. 

Alora held on to Sage as long as he would let her, she pressed her ear to his chest and listened to his heart start to race.  She felt the warmth of his breath on her head and dreaded ever leaving this moment.

Upon their arrival home, Alora learned of the marriage between her sister Kellie to a Reeve in the city.  Unexpected as it was, it really wasn’t for Kellie, she desperately wanted out of the farm life.  She and her twin Cordance had always wanted to live in the city. Cordance was granted permission to go and live with her sister until she found a man to marry.  It took only weeks for Cordance to seduce a noble’s heart and was immediately engaged. 

Cordance had a beautiful wedding, celebrated in a temple of Brae. Alora played sick in order to not have to go.  Saga was really making his point about all of the regents, even the ones that seemed helpful and considerate.  Not to mention, it gave Alora time to spend alone with Saga, even if being his pupil was nothing what she had imagined.   

During Tristkar, Kellie gave birth, but fell ill due to an infection contracted during birth, so Rochelle and Derk went to help care their daughter and new grandson.  Kyle and Alora were entrusted in the care of Sage, who gladly accepted the responsibility.  

“Alora, I think you are beginning to master your skills, and you are now ready to fashion your own weapon.  One special and specific to the Herald.”  Sage took her into the smithing shed and handed her a small block of metal. “With your own hands, you will create a your own blade” with one swift movement, he pulled a sword from behind his back.  He handed it to Alora and told her of its importance.  “Once you have completed your sword and mastered it, you will be ready for real life training, but be patient Alora, you still have a long road ahead of you.” Sage took back his blade and slid it back into its sheath by touch. Alora stood in amazement of his skill but more struck by the grace in his movement.  Even his sisters would envy his grace and beauty.

By the ages of 19 and 14, Alora, Kyle and Sage, would take small trips exploring, and learning more about how to live on the land.  They would often be gone for at least 4 daes, sometimes not returning for a few Decca.  After a 3 Decca trip, upon their return home, Kyle noticed flames licking up toward the evening sky.  “ALORA!” Kyle shouted, “That’s our home” Kyle took off running in the direction of the fire, with Alora and Sage at his heel.  

By the time they reached the small farmhouse, there was nothing left but smoldering ash, soot and billows of smoke.  The fire destroyed everything they had owned, and all of the animals were set free.  A sign sat posted not to far from the remains. Alora walked over to the sign and read it aloud “This house was condemned, in the name of the Maiden of Arbil.”  Kyle rifled through the remains for a moment looking for something, anything he could recognize.  

Sage found himself standing very close to Alora, close enough to smell the rosemary in her hair.  She turned to him, not expecting him to be so close, her cheeks stained with new tears.  Now that she was as tall as him, she met his eyes, “Why?” she looked into his eyes searching for some kind of answer.  “My parents were good people, they did what they were expected” tears came faster, but her voice didn’t change “Why would Brae allow this to happen? How could she?” 

“Where are my parents?” Kyle’s voice cracking with anger and sadness,  “What did those bastards do to my mother and father.”  Kyle charged at Sage, just directing his anger anywhere.  He stopped and looked at the sign, “WHAT DOES THIS MEAN!” he shouted up to the sky.  “I am going to kill the people who did this if I have to take Brae down myself” Kyle’s anger bursting through his body.  Then he took off running down the road toward the Skorr.  

Alora took a quick glance around at the house and then in the direction of her running brother, whose pace had already begun to slow.  She darted behind what was left of the barn and found a stone that had a mark on it.   With her hands she began clawing at the earth until she found what she was looking for.  She pulled from the hole what looked like a mass of blankets wrapped around something long.  As she unwrapped the blankets, the form became more apparent.  It was a staff that held the symbol of Brae at one end, the very one she saw in the hand of the man who had died the night she met Sage.  It still in perfect condition preserved by the blanket and protected by the earth.  

Sage came up behind her and saw what she had uncovered. “When and where did you get this?” his voice confused

 “Just after you came to stay with us,” she seemed distant and distracted “I took a trip out to where we had met, this time on horse back, it took much less time”  

“Why?” he asked

“I don’t know, something was pulling me there, like something had called me, I know it sounds crazy, but its true” she looked at him desperate for some understanding.  “The body was still there, and only feet from his body was the staff, your blood stained the tip,” she looked lost in her memory, “I took it thinking I could bring it to you, but instead, I cleaned it wrapped it and buried it.  I had actually forgotten about it for a long while, until today ” 

Alora looked down on symbol then raised it to the sky, standing in one swift motion.  Her voice full of anger “We serve them, and they can just take everything away…NO, I will not stand for this.  We have rights, and nothing but nothing will ever let me be blinded again!” Then she threw the staff as far as she could, and it embedded itself deep into the earth with it’s the mark of Brea still swaying back and forth. 

Alora turned and looked at Sage, her eyes full of anger “It starts now” she demanded “You have taken me as far as you can Sage, I need to start the second part of my journey, you can come if you want, but I am going to find my parents and kill anyone who has harmed them if it is the Regents themselves.”  

Sage knew that it was senseless to try and calm her now, and let her go to her brother.  

“Kyle” she shouted after her brother. Kyle had fallen to the road, his fist pounding the earth until dust clouds billowed around him.  Alora ran down the road after him, she pulled him to his feet and hugged him close to her.  He pulled away tear trails stained his young face.  “We have to find Mom and Dad” he said sick with sadness “Alora, we have to find them,” he pleaded with her.  

“Your right Kyle, we will find them, but we need to make you safe first” She looked into his eyes her heart breaking for his sadness.  “I am going to take you to Kellie, she will look after you for a while, then I will come for you and we will fight this together” Alora’s eyes blackened for a moment, her heart full of anger.  

“No, I want to stay with you,” he tried to argue, 

“No Kyle, you will need to take care of our older twin sisters, they are need you more now, when I find out who and why this happened, I will come for you, this I promise” She looked directly in his young eyes, his only hope was to agree.

Sage, Alora and Kyle started walking toward the city where their favorite of the Twins, Kellie, lived.   It would normally take about 10 daes of walking straight through to get to the city where Kellie lived. But the three camped and explored, trying to enjoy the last time they would be together.  They would on occasion find a farmer that would take them in and supply them with provisions.  The trio would stay a day or two, depending on the hospitality, but would always get back out on the road on the 3rd dae.  

Finally they reached the city and found Kellies home.  Alora took Kellie into a room and told her what had happened and that her parents were missing.  After a burst of hostility and tears, she agreed to take in Kyle, with the understanding that if anything ever happened to him, she was to be informed.  Sage supplied Kellie with some names and said that they would know how to reach him, and he would know how to reach Alora.  

Alora and Sage stayed with Kellie for a few daes.  During this time, Sage had made some contacts and found some information directing them to a city called Teesh.  There it was possible that Alora’s parents may have been taken.

On the 3rd day just after first lyt, Alora and Sage headed out in the direction of Teesh.   On this trip, Sage shared with Alora who and what he was, and that she was like him.  He told what to expect in the next phase of her journey to being a Harold and made her promise to never lose sight of who and what she was.  

Everyday she listened, both to his words and the sound of his voice.  She found herself falling more in love with him then she could ever imagine.  It was like a huge dagger twisting in her chest to know it wouldn’t be long until they would part ways.     

In a small village just daes outside of Teesh, Sage received a message from a strange man.  Later that evening, Sage came into Alora’s room and sat on the end of her bed and watched her sleep.  His eyes followed the length of her hair and how it caressed her face.  He was right all those 5 years ago; she had grown up to be more beautiful then he even expected.  He could feel his heart pound into his throat and a terrible sadness came over him.  He feared that this would be the last time he looked upon her face.  

In her sleep, Alora reached out for him and pulled his hand to her chest.  He could feel her heart beating under the cloth of her nightshirt.  He bent over to kiss her forehead, and closed his eyes breathing her scent in holding her air like a memory.  He never imagined that he could feel such love for someone so much younger then he, and yet here it was.  

Alora stirred in her sleep and began to wake.  “Sage,” the sleep heavy in her voice, “what are you doing in here?” she began to sit up slowly in her bed.  

“I have to leave, I am being tasked” he spoke quietly, but to try and hide the regret.

“I see” she stated the sleep vanishing “When?” 

“I leave before 10th lyt” he struggled to get the words out his pain getting harder to hide

“Can I come with you?” tears welling in her eyes and sadness filling her throat

“No, you have a duty, you can’t and you know it” his voice steadied, but still his heart broke.

Alora pulled his face toward hers, their lips just barley touching.  She kissed him a chased kiss as first, drawing him in closer for a more full passionate kiss.  Sage wrapped his arms around her and pulled her up to him.  For the rest of that night, they shared a passion Alora was sure didn’t exist anywhere else on the planet.  

The next morning, Alora knelt beside the bed petting Sage’s silken black hair, missing him already.  

“I will never love anyone more then I love you, on this you have my word” she whispered into his sleeping face and kissed him so softly that it made a butterflies touch feel heavy.  She sat there for a bit longer just staring into his relaxed face. 

After a few moments, Sage opened his brilliant green eyes and looked on Alora’s face.  He blinked and when his eyes opened, she was still there.  Joy and sorrow filled his heart almost instantly and at the same time.  “I have to ready to leave,” he said regretfully, and he sat up in the bed, his tanned body, lean but muscular.  Alora took the privilege of looking over every part of his nakedness and her heart shuddered in her chest.  She could feel the heat rising in her, and not just to her face.    She stood and met his eyes.  

“You promise you will come back for me” she said and she laid her hands on his solid chest.  

“My love, you know I cannot make such a promise” his face turned from her because the pain in his heart was swelling.  “But I will promise you this” Sage pulled at a ring on his finger until it freed itself.  He took Alora’s hand in this “I promise that I will never love anyone more then I love you, on this you have my word.”  He slipped the ring on her middle finger of her left hand “I may not be with you in body, my love, but I will always be with you in spirit”  

Sage softly kissed Alora on the lips then finished dressing.  They went down to the tavern where they had eaten just the night before.  They enjoyed the company of each other, but now it was different, it was a celebration of their love and mourning of their parting.  They ate in almost silence, except for the last bits of information Sage thought Alora would need to know.  When the meal finished, a man came to the table and motioned to Sage.  Alora’s eyes filled with tears and she choked back a sob.  

“I know you can’t promise, but if you live, find me” she embraced him so tight he laughed at her strength.  “I promise,” he said.  He kissed her on the forehead then on the lips then walked out the door.  

“Be careful Alora” he said as he mounted his horse, “Find some company, there are those who will help you in your cause, you will come to know them in Teesh when you get there ask for…” He turned his horse and started riding off…He turned his head one last time and shouted, “I love you Alora Danielle I promise!”

“I will always love you” She could barley get out the words.  She watched as he rode down the road they came in on until she could no longer see him.  

Alora went back to the room, cleaned her self up, gathered her belongings and Headed in the direction of Teesh.

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