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| - Back to: Into Thin Air __TOC__ April 19 1220 The four stood upon the greenway, looking down upon the valley and the Roman road as it ran through. They could see the Hockstow Forest off to their left, and curls of smoke from Church Stretton’s chimneys off to their right. Behind them and to the west, the Mynd rose, no longer the majestic mountain of magic, but the simple wrinkle of earth that thousands of mundane people had as their first, or last, sight in this world. “Certainly wise, Sodale.” He motioned up the Mynd. “Lead on.”
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| - Back to: Into Thin Air __TOC__ April 19 1220 The four stood upon the greenway, looking down upon the valley and the Roman road as it ran through. They could see the Hockstow Forest off to their left, and curls of smoke from Church Stretton’s chimneys off to their right. Behind them and to the west, the Mynd rose, no longer the majestic mountain of magic, but the simple wrinkle of earth that thousands of mundane people had as their first, or last, sight in this world. Mnemosyne blew out a breath, “Yes! We are back in the mundane world!” She turned to Magus Ambrosius, “What does your sight reveal, Ambrosius? Any hint of the regio or an aura?” Ambrosius turned slowly around before saying, “Nay, sister. There is nothing.” He shaded his eyes and looked back up the Long Mynd, “How far do you think we are from the barrows?” Mnemosyne looked about, judging the distances. “I think that, if we hurry, we could be there in perhaps 30 minutes or so, but,” she looked meaningfully at Ambrosius, “if there is actually no need to appear to be exhausted and out of breath, I’d prefer to simply set a normal pace.” “Certainly wise, Sodale.” He motioned up the Mynd. “Lead on.” Once again, the four were walking, this time without the uncertainty of where their steps would take them. While they walked, Mnemosyne shared her knowledge of the properties of regios with Ambrosius, and they compared their own understanding and tried to make sense of what they had just been witness to. Every so often, Ambrosius would point out one thing or another that appeared slightly different to his magically enhanced sight than to his normal vision. As mages can often do, the became lost in the study of their experience and surroundings, the essence of their conversations, and their ruminations on how to apply their recent experience to the practice of their magic. While the conversation made the time fly by for Ambrosius and Mnemosyne, it was no balm for Geraldous or Blathmac, both of whom understood very little of the discussion. It was an hour or so after the high sun mark when the four strode arrived back at the barrow ruins. Alicia was tossing a ball of very thick leather stuffed with smooth pebbles and tied tight back and forth with Llewys, presumably as a reward for doing well on his lessons. The ball had been tied with a “tail” that allowed for different methods of throwing and catching, and Llewys was keeping himself amused but trying all of them – sometimes in the same movement. Llewys was the first to see them as they came into view. “Ambrosius!” He gave the ball a lazy toss back to Alicia as he sprinted into his brother’s waiting bear hug! “You came back!” Ambrosius set Llewys down, “I had to come back! If I didn’t, who else would you have to pick on?!” He ruffled the boy’s hair, and looked up to Alicia. At length, Mnemosyne, Ambrosius, and Geraldous related to Alicia what they had seen in the regio. She interrupted them a few times to ask clarifying questions, but Llewys interrupted a dozen times or so to ask an excited question or make an exclamation. While they talked, the four travelers ate from the stores they brought with them on the pack animals. After they’d finished eating, but before they’d finished telling their tale, and remarking on the nuances, Blathmac took to tending the animals. Mnemosyne wrapped it all up by saying, “It is clear that this is just such a place as we were looking for, but regios can be as deadly as they are interesting. We must explore this regio further, but only with the support of our sodalaes. I suggest that we head to this ruined cottage that we’d agreed to meet at and allow Ambrosius to set about repairing the structure, while the rest of us stock it and prepare for the arrival of our brothers and sisters.” With the agreement of everyone present, the troupe set to cleaning the clearing up after themselves and putting out the small fire that had been started as they told their tale. Once done, Ambrosius recounted to Alicia and Llewys about how they’d discovered that none of the four explorers shared a language with Blathmac. With a little trial and error, Alicia was able to determine that she was able to talk to him in Welsh, though neither of them were very good in it. It was enough, though, to communicate to Blathmac that it was time for him to lead them to the ruined cottage that his master, Marcus, had indicated was somewhere on the Mynd.
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