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| | ''[[Blade of the Avatar]]'' is a series of novels by [[Tracy Hickman]] and [[Richard Garriott]] for {{SotA}}. Kickstarter Backers also received a PDF copy of the first book in this series, and was named {{PAGENAME}}. |
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| |[[Tracy Hickman]] &<br>[[Richard Garriott]]
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| [[Blade of the Avatar]] is a novel by [[Tracy Hickman]] and [[Richard Garriott]] for [[Shroud of the Avatar]]. It features illustrations by [[Denis Loubet]], renowned Ultima artist, and a cover designed by Portalarium artist [[Stephen Daniele]] and Tracy Hickman.
| | The first book in this series, The Sword of Midras features illustrations by [[Denis Loubet]], renowned Ultima artist, and a cover designed by Portalarium artist [[Stephen Daniele]] and Tracy Hickman. |
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| The serialized novel is a prequel to the Shroud of the Avatar storyline. A Digital version of Blade of the Avatar is included as an [[Founder]] reward at all pledge levels, and is also available in the [[Add-On Store]] for everyone. | | The novels are prequels to the {{SotA}} storyline, being set roughly 200 years prior to the launch of the game. |
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| {{DigitalStore|cost=15 digital, $45 physical}}
| | ==Books== |
| | *[[Blade of the Avatar (PDF)]] (Book 1) |
| | *[[Blade of the Avatar/The Sword of Midras|The Sword of Midras]] (Book 1) |
| | *[[Blade of the Avatar/The Eye of Scales|The Eye of Scales]] (Book 2) |
| | * Book 3 |
| | * Book 4 |
| | * Book 5 |
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| | *[[Blade of the Avatar/Shards of the Avatar|''Shards of the Avatar'']] (Unknown where this title name is from) |
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| == Overview == | | ==Trivia== |
| | *During the Cyber Monday 12 Hour Streamathon, Tracy and Richard announced that ''Blade of the Avatar'' will be available through traditional publishers. Additionally, they have ordered two additional books, making a trilogy of prequel novels for {{SotA}} written by Tracy Hickman and Richard Garriott!<ref>[https://www.shroudoftheavatar.com/?p=46412 Cyber Monday 12 Hour Streamathon - 12/01/2014]</ref> It was later noted that the first book will be expanded to include four additional chapters. |
| | *NOTE: The Sword of Midras is not the version of the novel included in the SotA pledge rewards. The original Blade of the Avatar novel has already been delivered as an electronic PDF to all pledges prior to May 31, 2015 (when it expired). For those who qualify for this reward, you can find the link to the PDF on your SotA website account page Special Rewards tab for download. <strike>The physical and signed version of the novel that was a reward at the Citizen (and above) level up through May 31, 2015 will be a paperback print version of the original Blade of the Avatar novel that has been delivered as an electronic PDF. This physical reward will be delivered to backers at the same time that all physical rewards are delivered, which we currently expect will be toward the end of this year.</strike><ref>[[Update of the Avatar]] [https://www.shroudoftheavatar.com/?p=59607 #180 - 2016.06.10: Pre-Order Now: The Sword of Midras SotA Novel for Hardcover, Kindle, Nook and Audiobook]</ref> |
| | *Portalarium failed to reach an agreement with the publisher on distribution of the physical and signed version of the Blade of the Avatar books for backers. Instead, Patron-level backers eligible for a physical copy of the book will instead receive a unique in-game [[Challenge Dungeon Remote Dungeon Entrance]], and Citizen-level backers eligible for a signed copy will instead receive a [[Sword of Midras Library Dungeon Room]] and a [[Sword of Midras Magical Printing Press]].<ref>DarkStarr, [https://www.shroudoftheavatar.com/forum/index.php?threads/sword-of-midras-printed-copy-reward-replacement.159432/ Sword of Midras Printed Copy Reward Replacement] on [https://www.shroudoftheavatar.com/forum/index.php {{SotA}} Forum]</ref> |
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| If you are an Early [[Founder]], or you purchased [[Blade of the Avatar|BotA]] in the [[Add-On Store]], then you will find a download link for the current installment of the novel on your personal [[SotA]] account page (log into [https://shroudoftheavatar.com/ SotA website] and click on “Account” in the top-right corner). If you are a Kickstarter backer you’ll need to have your Kickstarter account linked to the SotA website (click here for instructions to link your Kickstarter account)<ref>Shroud Website Update, https://www.shroudoftheavatar.com/?page_id=29385</ref>.
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| == Chapters ==
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| ==== Prologue: ''The Destiny Pool'' ====
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| The End is the Beginning of us all.
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| Hear the soundless lamentation of the ages lost! The past is hidden from the eyes of the weary, blanketed beneath ash and tears. The old world is passed away, its mountains shaken, its rivers torn from its courses, its plains rent with fire and the shining towers of man tumbled to ruin. The orb of night is broken, its black shards falling from the dome of night to fall as judgment’s cruel, black rain. The music of daughters fails to resound, the proud boasts of men are as dust in their mouths and fear reigns in the dark silence that follows. The flesh is turned to dust and all that we once were is forgotten and lost in the shuttered past.
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| Where now are the virtues of the world now fallen? Were they taken from us or were we taken from them? Were they abandoned or were we orphaned by them? Was this not the blade of too fine an edge that cut between the light and night; between me and thee? Avatars of our dreams or nightmares, did you steal away from us in the night or...<ref>[https://www.shroudoftheavatar.com/?p=32059 Update of the Avatar – 11/27/13]</ref>
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| === Part I - ''The Obsidians'' ===
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| ==== Chapter 1: ''Midras'' ====
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| |[[File:SotA BotA Ch1 illustration small.png|Blade of the Avatar Chapter 1]]
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| [[Aren Bennis]], Captain of the [[Westreach Army]] of the [[Obsidian Empire]] looked out for the heads of his archer ranks toward the remains of the city of [[Midras]].
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| “Why does bringing order demand such a mess,” he mused as he scanned the splintering stockade wall for the remaining defenders behind it. “Such a beautiful, glorious mess.”
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| The city — or what passed for a city in his times, Aren corrected himself ruefully — lay under the pall of a large column of smoke billowing from the still burning barracks on the far side of the city. The smoke rose to mar the otherwise clear sky overhead. Aren could see the forward lines of battle against the stockade wall that stood between him and the interior of the city beyond. This was the third breach in the defenses he had commanded that day. Parts of the city were already being looted because of his two previous successes. Now, once more at his orders, the [[Satyr]]s had regrouped into a concentrated force and were tearing down another section of the defensive wall. The [[faun]]s were grouped here as well in support of the Satyrs, their special song loosening the mortar between the timbers. They had been the key to the fall of Midris, penetrating the timbers that stood against them in a number of places. It allowed the main force of human warriors to sweep through the breach and collapse the city defenses. Now the city had fallen to them as the Captain knew it would.<ref>[https://www.shroudoftheavatar.com/?p=32347#more-32347 Update of the Avatar – 12/06/13]</ref>
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| ==== Chapter 2: ''Ruin'' ====
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| “A beautiful day for a walk, isn’t it?” Aren said in casual, if hushed, tones. He crouched slightly as he moved.
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| [[Syenna]] spared only a short, humorless laugh at the Captain’s joke. “If death’s specter is to your liking, then yes, this could qualify as a beautiful day.”
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| The two of them moved with measured steps down the remains of the city’s main thoroughfare. Behind them, one side of the main gate was all that remained standing. Every other part of the city wall that once supported it was now thrown down. The smoke from the smoldering remains of a row of buildings on their right drifted across their path, making it difficult to see much further in front of them. The abandoned shells of buildings looked silently down on them from either side of the road. At their feet, shattered stone and splintered wood were mixed with broken limbs. Stilled bodies occasionally stared back at them through sightless eyes. The main assault force had broken through here, and the extent of their brutality had been unchecked. The warriors had surged into the city like a tide, sweeping away anything in their path. Now the western part of the city was an abandoned landscape, its buildings empty of the living and its rubble-strewn streets and alleys still.
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| Disquietingly still, Aren thought as he picked his way down the wide avenue. Keep talking and you won’t have to think<ref>[https://www.shroudoftheavatar.com/?p=32867 Update of the Avatar – 12/13/13]</ref>.
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| ==== Chapter 3: ''The Blade'' ====
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| “Aren rolled over with a groan as much born of anger as of pain. He lay on his back for a moment, the broken stones under him pressing uncomfortably into his back despite the armor. He felt the warm wetness of his own blood on the side of his head. Nevertheless, he held still. He felt disoriented from the unexpected plunge through the weakened floor. The drop felt like an eternity and he had no idea how far he had fallen.
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| His eyes were adjusting to the darkness. The filtered daylight of the ruins was bright compared to this subterranean night, yet the darkness was not complete. There was some light here and Aren was already beginning to distinguish shapes emerging from the shadows that surrounded him.
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| Strategy depends on knowledge, he thought. A wise man waits; only a fool rushes into what he doesn’t understand. He lay quietly for a moment, taking in his surroundings.
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| The faint glow from a series of globes gave scarce illumination to the [[Avatar Tomb|ancient chamber]] around him. Each sphere had been mounted in ornamental frameworks on a series of columns which supported the dome of the ceiling. This vague light was further obscured under a layer of rust-colored dust. Still, it was enough; he could soon make out the extents of what had been an oval shaped chamber beneath the ancient ruins. Almost directly above him, part of the dome had buckled downward, breaking through an upper gallery that looked down into the chamber. Debris from the collapse had fallen into a slanting pile. Aren, in turn, had fallen down the face of this debris and come to a halt on its slopes a few feet above the floor.<ref>[https://www.shroudoftheavatar.com/?p=33222 Update of the Avatar – 12/20/13]</ref>
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| ==== Chapter 4: ''Messages'' ====
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| “Captain Bennis!”
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| Aren awoke with a start, sliding his feet over the edge of the cot and coming to sit in the familiar gloom of his tent. He was awake at once, though noted he was feeling a few aches and pains that were unfamiliar to him. He still wore the tunic and the breaches from the previous day. He reached for his nearby boots, dragging them on even as he spoke.
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| “I am here,” he called out, his voice still a little hoarse. “What is it?”
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| “[[General Karpasik]] requests that you come at once!”
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| The captain stopped what he was doing immediately, dropping the second boot and then running his hand back through his untamed hair. The cascade of actual emergencies that had suddenly flooded into his mind along with each of their dire and immediate responses fled from him. “And did the general say what it was that he wanted?”
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| “He… He would like to inquire as to just how soon the [[Victory March]] might begin.” The voice from beyond the tent flap was young and high-pitched. Aren felt some sympathy for the young warrior. Few soldiers in the [[Army of Conquest]] received a message from the general with politeness.
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| “The Victory March?” Bennis shook his head in disbelief. “Is the general in some particular hurry?”
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| “The General has received orders from the Obsidians,” came the muffled voice beyond the canvas of the tent. “We are to leave a garrison force, but the bulk of the Army is to strike the encampment and prepare to march.”
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| “So the General has received orders to move the Army, but he still insists on having his parade,” Bennis muttered, shaking his head once again. He raised his voice slightly so that the messenger could hear him clearly. “Please inform the General that I will report to him shortly.”
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| “Yes, sir! And… Err…” “What is it, boy?” Aren could hear the hesitance in the voice outside.
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| “The General asks that you bring the tribute that you discovered in the ruins yesterday,” the warrior said, tripping over his words.<ref>[https://www.shroudoftheavatar.com/?p=33890 Update of the Avatar – 1/10/14]</ref>
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| ==== Chapter 5: ''Dark Horizon'' ====
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| The last to leave Midras were the caravans and their escort warriors under Aren’s command. The column of heavy wagons laden with food, equipment, tents and all else needed to support the army wound northwest across the plains, the road running close beside the meandering course of the [[Shimano River]]. Before them always was the dust cloud raised by the bulk of general Karpasik’s army with which they struggled to keep up. The dust would have been unbearably choking during the dry season, but the recent rains had dampened the ground before them and granted something of a reprieve to the teamsters at the end of the column. Behind them, the towering column of smoke from the still burning Midras continued to remind them of where they had been and what they had done.
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| Aren, astride his horse, found himself looking back often.
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| Of course, not everyone under Karpasik’s command was leaving Midras. Nearly one out of five of their warriors had been left behind to garrison the city. The [[Guardians of Midras|Guardians]] of the [[Priestess of Midras|Priestess]] had proven to be both resourceful and tenacious. While General Karpasik had declared Midras pacified, no one among the Army’s command staff, including the general, was so foolish as to believe it to be true. The city itself had been built upon the ruins of the previous city, and its roots were honeycombed with passages, chambers and tunnels in which rebellion could fester and flourish. While they had been unable to capture any of the Guardians alive, there was no way of knowing for certain whether all of them were dead.<ref>[https://www.shroudoftheavatar.com/?p=34088#more-34088 Update of the Avatar – 1/17/14]</ref>
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| ==== Chapter 6: ''Treacherous Paths'' ====
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| Within a few days march, the Army under General Karpasik’s command had reached [[Kiln]] and, with barely a moment’s hesitation, had passed it. The village proved to be a miserable collection of buildings clustered around a central stockade. The self-styled warlord within seemed almost eager to surrender the place to the protection of the Obsidian Army after word had come that Midris had fallen to the South. Kiln, however, was beneath the notice of General Karpasik; the place would have cost him more to secure it than he could gain through plundering it. So the mighty warlord of Kiln was left to watch the great Army pass by his town in sad wonderment.
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| Syenna returned from a scouting sortie ahead of the advance. She pointed out to Karpasik a less traveled road that led to the Northwest. It departed from the main trade routes that followed the Shimano River to the northeast in the direction of [[Port Crucible]] before intersecting with the East-West trade routes. Following the main roads meant that the Army would have to take a circular route to its objective. Syenna assured him that the less traveled road would more closely follow the roots of the [[Blackblade Mountains]] with an easy ford across the [[River Cascade]], and thereby saving them nearly a week’s march in getting to [[Hilt]].
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| The perpetual storm above the [[Blackblade Range]] appeared on the horizon a full day before the peaks themselves were evident. Dark and roiling, the black clouds rose so high into the air that the tops seemed to flatten against the dome of the sky. They seemed like an angry, living thing with sporadic pulses of lightning beating somewhere deep within.<ref>[https://www.shroudoftheavatar.com/?p=34479#more-34479 Update of the Avatar – 1/24/14]</ref>
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| ==== Chapter 7: ''Awry'' ====
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| “Is it night?” Aren asked.
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| “I’m tired enough for it to be night,” Syenna sighed. “So it might as well be.”
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| Syenna and Aren stood on an outcropping of rock at the top of the cliff face that overlooked the [[Hellfire Rift]]. It was, perhaps, the most inhospitable terrain he had ever viewed. The jagged peaks thrust upward as sharp as finely-honed knives on either side of what passed for a wide valley floor of the Hellfire Rift. The rift itself was a bleeding wound in the world that never healed. Shifting pools of lava sputtered and spit molten rock into slow-moving rivers that glowed with unspeakable heat and shifted down their courses only to cascade back down into crevices once more. In the far distance, through the dreamlike shimmering of the heat waves rising from the molten floor and the haze of ash and smoke, Aren could see a shattered mountain. Great plumes of smoke and ash rose from its maw, feeding the perpetual storm that raged overhead and blotting out the sun and sky as far as he could see. Lancing webs of lightning were being woven among those terrible clouds, constantly fed by the ash and the heat from below. Any forests or vegetation that might once have been here had long since burned away, leaving only the raw stone, sand, and occasional steamy, acidic rain.<ref>[https://www.shroudoftheavatar.com/?p=34766 Update of the Avatar – 01/31/14]</ref>
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| === Part II - ''The Falls'' ===
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| ==== Chapter 8: ''Hilt'' ====
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| [[Evard Dirae]], Craftmaster of the [[Cabal of Obsidians]], rode his horse through the last and grandest of the gates of the fortress at Hilt. The challenge which the guards tried to voice at his approach died on their lips, each falling silent at the passage of a sorcerer.
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| Evard kept his cold, pale green eyes forward as he passed into the upper courts of Hilt. He did not need to look back down over the multiple concourses that formed the fortress. He had taken them all in with mounting anger as he rode up the various switchbacks, passing through each gate with increasing disdain. Now, as he passed through the final gate, he felt entirely too familiar with the grand structure and, so far as he was concerned, the true reasons for its existence were all too evident.
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| What had once been a small mountain bowl nestled above a steep, stony canyon, was now an unfortunately crowded construction site. A grand tower keep, far more impressive than practical, was nearly complete toward the front of the bowl just behind the still incomplete defensive curtainwall. The five cascades from the surrounding peaks contributed to the deep glacier lake at the back of the bowl. This, in turn, emptied into the swift moving river that plunged through a gap in the curtainwall and down its restricting channel over the concourses below. In every other otherwise reasonably dry spot, buildings of various size and designs were evident in every conceivable state of incompleteness. Some were cleared ground only, whose foundations had barely been laid out. Others had their walls partially completed with stone pillars standing free, either in their intended place or on their side. A very few others appear to be nearly complete, only lacking in a few finishing details such as a roof or doorway. The shod hooves of Evard’s horse rattled against the newly laid cobblestone paths which wound between the structures.
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| Such a pointless waste, Evard thought. A monumental conceit that served no real purpose...<ref>[https://www.shroudoftheavatar.com/?page_id=29385 Update of the Avatar – 02/7/14]</ref>
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| ==== Chapter 9: ''Amanda'' ====
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| [[Amanda]] sat, as she did each day, in the seat of the bay window of the small cottage and looked down the street. The small squares of wavy glass fixed into the lead latticework, she could look over the top of the Harbor town of [[Etceter]] to the docks beyond. Each day she would watch as the ships came down the coast from the Northwest, or along the eastern shores as they navigated the fringes of the tempestuous [[Bay of Storms]]. On a good day, she might catch the dark outline of the [[Siren Isle]] sitting on the horizon to the north, but far more often, the perpetual squalls which gave the bay it’s name would veil it from her site.
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| Somewhere beyond the darkness, beyond the lightning and the fury, Amanda knew each day that Syenna would be coming.
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| Amanda shifted her legs painfully beneath her. Although they always ached to one degree or another, and sometimes with excruciating pain, she had been determined since her sister had last departed, to surprise her by standing on her own when she greeted her at the door.
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| It had now been more than ten months to the day since Amanda had watched Syenna walk down the length of the dirt road and sail away. Every day since, she had begged and wheedled Sarah, the woman who took care of her, to help her to stand and try to once more walk. Sarah had been appalled and, at first, refused. But Amanda was determined, and would not be distracted of her purpose by tapestries, needlework or tatting. In the battle between their wills, Sarah at last succumbed to Amanda’s unrelenting and stubborn assault and surrendered, on the condition that Amanda continue her tatting and to never, ever let the [[Baroness Agra]] know that Sarah had ever been a party to such dangerous nonsense.<ref>[https://www.shroudoftheavatar.com/?p=35430 Update of the Avatar – 02/14/14]</ref>
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| ==== Chapter 10: ''Councils'' ====
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| Baroness [[Gianna Baden-Fox]] closed her eyes in frustration. This effectively blocked the sight of the arguing factions but, unfortunately, did nothing to alleviate the assault on her ears from the increasingly vitriolic arguments that were being flung in attack and counterattack from all sides of the Hall. The Baroness opened her eyes once more and tried to take in the turmoil at the center of her keep.
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| It was too much, and her anger, that beast within her over which she always held tight control, could be restrained no longer. The Baroness stood suddenly from her chair at the end of the audience hall, raised her ornate staff of office and jabbed its metallic tip violently against the stones at her feet.
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| The sound shot through the rhetoric, cutting a brief silence in the space of which her words could be heard.
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| “There will be order in my hall!” The words of the Baroness were a statement of fact whose very tone dared anyone to challenge its absolute reality. “The sovereigns and ambassadors who have come to counsel will conduct themselves with courtesy within my hall. Those who cannot will find their accommodations moved to my stockade. There you may shout at each other all you like; I will not hear you and will sleep all the sounder for it. So, my most honored and esteemed guests, you will all sit down, or by the Storm Gods, I will have you removed from my hall.”<ref>[https://www.shroudoftheavatar.com/?p=35848 Update of the Avatar – 02/21/14]</ref>
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| ==== Chapter 11: ''The Bearer'' ====
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| “You cannot possibly be serious,” Syenna said shaking her hand in disapproval.
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| “What, this old thing?” Aren stood in the center of his stockade cell, pivoting once completely around in front of her. Although a number of blade strikes still marred the finish and a number of pieces were bent out of shape or missing entirely, there was no mistaking its infamous form. The captain stood before her clad completely in his Obsidian armor. “It was just something I had lying around.”
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| “Take that off at once,” Syenna fumed. “You cannot appear at court in that abomination.”
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| “Quite the contrary. It is precisely because I am appearing at court that I must wear my uniform, or at least something that passes for one.” Aren flashed a bright smile of mock tolerance. “You would not want me to misrepresent myself. After all, I suspect that I am the first representative of the Obsidians to ever grace this court.”
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| “You are the first that we haven’t killed before getting this close to court,” Syenna snapped. “And if you wear that, you may be the first to be killed at court.”<ref>[https://www.shroudoftheavatar.com/?p=36270 Update of the Avatar – 02/28/14]</ref>
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| ==== Chapter 12: ''The Bay of Storms'' ====
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| The [[Cypher]] set sail from Etceter the day after the Council had pronounced their decision. Given the size of the ship – she was a rather large ship with three masts – it was remarkable to Aren that they had managed to provision her in so short a period of time.
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| Aren was not, by any definition of the word, a ‘man of the sea.’ He didn’t know a belay from a barnacle, although he did recall hearing both terms while aboard the Mistral; especially the last as it had often been applied to him. Even so, he could read a map and knew enough about the world as to make reasonable estimates about distance. They had come aboard the Mistral along the coastline somewhere south of the Blackblade Range and it had taken the ship eight days to arrive at Etceter. He had seen the port in [[Quel]] on a chart in the captain’s cabin once, as well as the position of [[Opalis]] in the [[South Paladis]]. If they sailed eastward from Etceter and back along the same coast they had stayed with while coming here, it would take those same eight days to get back to the mouth of the [[Fang River]] and, given the distances involved, another three or four days to reach where the [[Jaana River]] emptied into the Bay of Storms. Then, given the overland distance into Opalis, another six days before they arrived.
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| As the ship slowly drew away from the dock at Etceter, Aren leaned against the rail and congratulated himself on a brilliant plan. Eighteen days, more or less, at sea and in transit to learn all he could from his captors. Eighteen days and his friend Evard Dirae would come for him. Eighteen days and then he would be free to return to his service in the Obsidian Empire, deal at last with General Karpasic, and figure out the most profitable way to be rid of this ridiculous sword.<ref>[https://www.shroudoftheavatar.com/?p=36697 Update of the Avatar – 03/07/14]</ref>
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| === Part III - ''The Siege'' ===
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| ==== Chapter 13: ''Opalis'' ====
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| The city of Opalis lay at the horizon like a beckoning mirage.
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| Syenna, Aren, and [[Gerad Zhal|Zhal]], along with six of the Baroness’ guards, stopped their horses in wonder on the road that crossed the plain. They had followed the Jaana River from the [[Ash Coast]] up to the crossroads village of [[Jaanaford]], then continued up the road that paralleled the West Jaana for several days. Now, in an instant, the weariness of their journey was momentarily forgotten.
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| “It’s incredible,” Aren said, shaking his head. Sitting on the back of the chestnut horse they had placed him on, the vision that had caught his eyes across the plane had made him forget that his hands were tied and bound to the horn of the saddle beneath him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
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| Syenna smiled in wistful awe. “I didn’t know.”
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| “You haven’t been here before?” Aren asked.
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| “If I had only known,” she replied.
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| “It is a most common reaction among those whose eyes first gaze upon the beauty of Opalis,” chuckled Gerad Zhal as he urged his horse forward just enough to come alongside the captain. “I would have thought, Captain Bennis, that a warrior in the service of the Obsidian Cause would have seen many such places in the course of his conquests.”
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| “No, Loremaster,” Aren said through a lopsided grin. “Never anything like this.”<ref>[https://www.shroudoftheavatar.com/?p=37151 Update of the Avatar – 03/14/14]</ref>
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| ==== Chapter 14: ''Crossroads'' ====
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| [[Commander Trevan]] dragged Aren awkwardly into the antechamber of the [[Athenaeum]] as Loremaster Zhal closed the doors behind them. They had passed through this room before on their way into the Athenaeum. The narrow windows of leaded glass on either side gave gentle illumination to the room. The opposing set of double doors, Aren remembered, led back out the building to the crowded street.
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| “I’m afraid I must insist on your handing me your sword, Captain Bennis,” the commander said from behind Aren.
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| Aren turned his head toward Commander Trevis. The man’s left hand had a grip like iron. “You might want to reconsider that, Commander.”
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| Trevan’s eyes narrowed. “Which part of ‘insist’ was not clear to you?”
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| “Probably the part where you try to take a cursed sword from the only man, so far, who has been able to touch it,” Aren replied. “Trust me; this is a really bad idea.”
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| Trevan grimaced, reaching down with his right hand to the grip of the sword.
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| “No!” The loremaster cried out as he turned from closing the doors.
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| Trevan’s fingers closed around the grip of Aren’s sword.
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| The commander’s eyes went suddenly wide...<ref>[https://www.shroudoftheavatar.com/?p=37444 Update of the Avatar – 03/21/14]</ref>
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