Life on Candlekeep: The Tutors of the Child
Posted: Fri May 28, 2004 11:52 am
Aldoreen was walking peacefully, early in the morning, between the book shelves that where used so much often by the scholars, visitors and the tutors, just like him.
A soft whisper on his mind chilled his bone, making every single hair on his body to stand up, and he trembled, with the image of a child on his head.
"The Lord of Murder shall perish..." the morning singers had started the unstoppable chanting of Alaundo's profecies. "And in his death he shall spawn a score of mortal progeny".
_Chaos shall be sown in theyr footsteps. Oh, Alaundo, what would you say if you see this child here, being raised inside the very walls that hold the knowledge about the slaughterers of men. Why is this placed upon me, oh Oghma?
_I listened to that, Aldoreen.
_Gorion?
_Yes, that is me.
_You return so soon this time. What happened?
_Oh, Firkraag has evaded us. Again. My harper companions were slain, except for me and Elminster. He is here, as well. And we are about to discuss this very same thing. The child.
_Gorion, it has been one month now, and I've been able to feel his taint all the time.
_I know, for I feel it as well. But not the others. Yet.
_I've been your tutor, and now I'm tutoring this child. But I see this is not going to be good,
my friend, not good. Even though you have lost...
_Silence, Aldoreen... Do not speak about her, ok?
They stared at each other. Aldoreen was the older and wisest dweller in candlekeep. And Gorion, a medium rate mage among those ho harp, had been adopted by this man a long time ago.
_Ah, you are here.
Elminster had arrived, and the child was by his side, with a sleepy face.
_I was talking to little Iridur, here. He told me what he wants to learn.
The child was smiling, and had a doll on his hand.
-And what is it, child?
_I wanna be strong and powerfull! I wanna learn magic and wack orcs heads!!! (bam bam)
_He is a natural. Now, will you play outside, please?
The child runs to the outer side, laughing. Imoen was outside as well, and they were going to play hide and seek, and atempt to stop the chanting as usual, until the first reader come to disrupt their games.
A soft whisper on his mind chilled his bone, making every single hair on his body to stand up, and he trembled, with the image of a child on his head.
"The Lord of Murder shall perish..." the morning singers had started the unstoppable chanting of Alaundo's profecies. "And in his death he shall spawn a score of mortal progeny".
_Chaos shall be sown in theyr footsteps. Oh, Alaundo, what would you say if you see this child here, being raised inside the very walls that hold the knowledge about the slaughterers of men. Why is this placed upon me, oh Oghma?
_I listened to that, Aldoreen.
_Gorion?
_Yes, that is me.
_You return so soon this time. What happened?
_Oh, Firkraag has evaded us. Again. My harper companions were slain, except for me and Elminster. He is here, as well. And we are about to discuss this very same thing. The child.
_Gorion, it has been one month now, and I've been able to feel his taint all the time.
_I know, for I feel it as well. But not the others. Yet.
_I've been your tutor, and now I'm tutoring this child. But I see this is not going to be good,
my friend, not good. Even though you have lost...
_Silence, Aldoreen... Do not speak about her, ok?
They stared at each other. Aldoreen was the older and wisest dweller in candlekeep. And Gorion, a medium rate mage among those ho harp, had been adopted by this man a long time ago.
_Ah, you are here.
Elminster had arrived, and the child was by his side, with a sleepy face.
_I was talking to little Iridur, here. He told me what he wants to learn.
The child was smiling, and had a doll on his hand.
-And what is it, child?
_I wanna be strong and powerfull! I wanna learn magic and wack orcs heads!!! (bam bam)
_He is a natural. Now, will you play outside, please?
The child runs to the outer side, laughing. Imoen was outside as well, and they were going to play hide and seek, and atempt to stop the chanting as usual, until the first reader come to disrupt their games.
