A Crown Imperiled
“The vaguely important, always elusive minor noble from the west forced his way past startled courtiers and annoyed servants as he raced through the halls of the King’s palace in Rillanon. Dishevelled and dirty from miles of fast travel, he was nearly exhausted yet found the strength to single-handedly disrupt the business of the palace for the day. His violent haste was understandable and those who recognized him quickly nodded in sympathy: his grandfather was dying.
Jim cursed the gods, the fates, whim, bad luck, any other agency he could imagine who might have conspired to have him away from the Kingdom’s home island when word reached him of his grandfather’s illness. His last Tsurani transport orb had been destroyed by a Keshian agent, and he had to rely on Pug’s son Magnus to return to Rillanon from Sorcerer’s Isle after his last meeting with Pug. He had agents, if he could trust them, attempting to secure more orbs from a LaMutian artificer of Tsurani descent who claimed he could... make them, but as yet none of the promised devices had been forthcoming.MoreLess
Jim cursed the gods, the fates, whim, bad luck, any other agency he could imagine who might have conspired to have him away from the Kingdom’s home island when word reached him of his grandfather’s illness. His last Tsurani transport orb had been destroyed by a Keshian agent, and he had to rely on Pug’s son Magnus to return to Rillanon from Sorcerer’s Isle after his last meeting with Pug. He had agents, if he could trust them, attempting to secure more orbs from a LaMutian artificer of Tsurani descent who claimed he could... make them, but as yet none of the promised devices had been forthcoming.MoreLess
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