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Chapter 3

Guidance of the Eternal Witch
Added Thu Feb 16 00:55:48 2017 at level 32:

Aiya did well in the Theran mainland. The rangers taught her many things,
many of which aided in her dream of being a chef, such as the proper way to
dress a kill and how to identify many different types of herbs. She met
with a few of the Heralds of the Eternal Star and they became fast friends.
It wasn't long before Aiya was a Herald herself. One day Aiya was asked for
help by some friends she had previously met with slaying undead that infested
the Mausoleum in Galadon. To her surprise, Graun, a spirited Herald dwarf was
waiting there. He assisted the young intrepid adventurers in their quest. The
eve turned sour as a pair of Scarab worshipping wizards attacked. The younger
attacked the wood-elf's companions, the infamous Undaraxyl attacked Graun.
Aiya again watched helplessly as those closest to her fell. She had pleaded
with the attackers to stop, but only seemed to encourage them, so she ceased.
Her friends were strong of spirit and wanted to press on, and so she stayed in
that wretched place, watching the corpses sway to and fro. She left shaken,
large crowds of people reminded her of the undead and so she spent her time
hunting and cooking, but even in the wilds that she had always found so
therapeutic, she could no longer move as surely. Aiya set out to find the
Eternal Witch, Ishuli, in hopes of focusing her fragile spirit. Ishuli was
extraordinarily presentable, a vision of proficiency. Aiya confessed her slip
of focus and professed her dreams of nourishing Thera in mind and body. She
promised to fill the Eternal Library with books of that purpose. The Eternal
Witch was very polite and well worded. She accepted the young wood-elf at the
library and offered advice about Graun, which worked like a charm. When Aiya
next met Graun, and after she had cooked a meal he claimed was the best he'd
ever tasted, she invited him along to go fishing for trout on the Nanthor.
The dwarf actually seemed to be having a blast on the rapids of the powerful
river. They had so much fun she suggested they raft her favorite river, an
unassuming brook that turn into even rougher rapids. As she unwound, the
inspiration she needed grew within. Page after page poured forth, her dreams
forming structure and direction. Aiya's confidence returned, her aim sure
as ever. As Aiya sat near a waterfall, pacing her writing with it's roar,
she penned the last page of her book. Ishuli appeared, pleased, and marked
the Herald's writing hand. An idea for a new book began to churn in her head.