My studies of collective folk lore, was interrupted by two strangers making way onto the deck of Flirtatious Muse. Assuming they want to negotiate my services for themselves or their goods, I ushered them to my cabin. Giving the nod I wanted Serin to take over, I left the deck in her capable hands. Now I have had time to reflect I guess the lithe dancer later I would come to know as Cheshire seemed urgent to seek something a desperation that came above a simple acquisition. Etzer a tall and of clear noble decent accompanied the dancer, maybe Etzer is Cheshire's patron perhaps? It turns out they were looking for an old acquaintance of mine and Serin's perhaps Cerian Ettara was to broker a performance for the pair? While I poured through the logs and record books for when I last met Cerian Ettara for we have had a busy few months since last we were in this port, Etzer and Cheshire inquired further trying to get any information they could. Etzer even dropped a coin presumably to purchase my as a guide to aid in the search for Cerian. Wasn't long into our discourse that the flirtatious muse set sail, Serin taking initiative usually good thing but she seemed unusually preoccupied with leaving Champoor with great haste this visit.
Apologetically I launched the longboat and personally endeavoured to help them make the shore of Champoor. A storm erupted in Champoor wicked lightening angrily rained down on the streets and waves became violently awoken, storm like no natural one I have bared witness too it was like it was acting under the will of a spirit. In the rowing boat cresting the mountainous waves, the gulf between our longboat and the shore became too much for Cheshire. In desperation the young man turned to powers of a sorcerous nature which were awe inspiring to watch.
Fire born out of storm and strife,
Twirling concurrence of essence and motion
Blurring the line between dance and enchantment,
Arcane leaps spelled out in twirls of the flickering flames,
Un-dwindling in the heart of the storm,
Otherworldly defiance a beacon to the dawn
Reaching out to the docks a massive sorcerous projection of Cheshire beckoned and called out to a figure on the docks who was their after engulfed by lightening, docks and all those on it presumably obliterated in an instant.
Tired from rowing and storm weary we slowed but if Cheshire had urgency before to reach the shore now it was desperate need. He danced urging us on.
Fatigued and weary our eyes where uplifted,
Will and resolve renewed,
Mind cast to the warriors before who stood against all,
Mettle forged in the crucible of adversity,
Dance a salve to our weary bones and screaming muscles,
With new purpose we forged on to shore
We made shore, I ordered men to wait with boat and make ready for us to leave when we needed.
My nostrils were soon greeted by the foul smell of cooked flesh lightening had found some of citizens of Champoor, it's often peaceful night erupted in fearful screams. My keen smell led me to a couple Celeste and her husband, I did what I could for them offered refreshment and steered them to safety, a warehouse that would offer some respite from the storm.
Reunited with Cheshire and Etzer we decided to try head for the epicentre of the storm which seemed to be chained and contained to Champoor as if the was an anchor at the centre of the storm stopping it spreading over the sea.
Dodging lightening as we weaved through Champoor's street arriving upon a central courtyard.
A sword who's beauty was crowned in the light from the lightening flashes stood at the centre, an irresistible pull took hold of me and overcome by such feelings I moved between the strikes to grasp the sword I now know as Adorei.
I reached out with my mind to the heart of the sword.
Fury is nothing to chain us we will be the edge of the storm,
Righting the wrongs befalling us,
We will be that flash of hope and furry,
My hand can be the deliverance from your cage
If you can still your rage and we will be one