THE BOOK OF TALES: The Boat

 THE BOAT

One hundred and fifty eight years after the Dwarf alliance ended with the city of Mithar an echo from the past sounded in a most peculiar way. A small boat entered between the guarding twin-peaks of the Bay of Lhun. It seemed to drift on its own power and direction. The sentries in their towers above spied an occupant; a man lying down.

"The Dead have returned!" A guard from another vantage point called out to those on the shoreline who gathered to witness the alarm. Those in the kata fishing crafts steered clear as they watched the tiny white boat pass them, heading for the harbor of Lindol. At the end of the longest pier the funeral boat came to a soft stop on its own. The stranger who lay silent within had a war ax across his chest, garbed for battle; a mighty dwarven warrior to be sure! Seen by all was a scorched arrow that failed its task to ignite the hero's honored ride into the afterlife; rather he found his landing in strange waters.

The Lord Mayor of Lindol was quickly informed. Vishva Dol ordered the craft to be tethered, guarded and remain unmolested, upon pain of death. Two weeks after a raven was dispatched a dwarven ship, with full complement arrived to retrieve one of their own. The occasion marked the final time eyes were laid upon those eastern mountain people. The dwarves of Jebul worked in utter silence to bring their fallen lord in tow, leading the tiny vessel back out to the open sea. With the boat set upon its renewed course, tributary horns and solemn songs rang out even as three torches were tossed alongside the cherished cargo. Moments later, those from the shoreline and guardian peaks watched as the great Dragon bowed ship from Jebul turned homeward. Sometime later the frail firelight at dusk was lost beyond the rim of the world.

Following that somber day, the people of Lindol recalled the night a warrior's boat entered their harbor every year thereafter by setting paper crafts to sail candles. The first witnesses unto their heirs recounted in songs and tales those they would never see again.

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The Book of Tales: Callavan

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Callavan, the son of Niervan showed himself to be a strong willed and upright man before all those who knew him best. Suddenly, with the death of Callavan's wife he changed and lost his faith. Meresha was raped and killed by Mardolvec; who feared his deed would be discovered. However, Callavan saw first hand the leaving of Mardolvec from his home, and knew indeed who it was who slew Meresha, for she lay strangled in her nakedness upon the floor. Callavan later found Mardolvec denying his actions before others in the Gate-market of Mithar. With rage he took his revenge, by quickly slaying him, for Callavan sliced Mardolvec from throat to gut before all those gathered!

Shown the dead body of his beloved wife to the questioning Temple guards, who lay hands on him under threat of imprisonment, Callavan was taken before King Legandriel. The Crown listened to all accounts given him then reasoned, "Thou should have spake it unto us and this offence would have been properly handled with him being shackled in Varlendur's dungeon for life."

Yet, the near weeping Callavan rejected his words with, "Nay, my lord King. For if such offence against your Queen was made the entire realm knows most assuredly thy own actions would have mirrored those of mine own! Evenso, the King is not above the very laws he would have enforced upon his subject. We all shall recall for ourselves to your memory that his lordship's niece was murdered and the realm witnessed your swift justice imposed in removing the head of her offender."

The court of Varlendur's murmuring fell silent before the words of Callavan awaiting those of Legandriel. He then spoke low, "Harsh indeed must I accept your tone; however, henceforth let it be written and known that the Crown of Mithar alone shall lay rule to whose life shall be forfeited unto what offence. Callavan your freedom is here before all thusly restored with all our deepest sorrow for your loss. Yet be forewarned, one and all."

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