Storyboards: Jhelya

Joining Adventurers | An aquest | Storytelling | Me and the clan | Trouble brewing

Joining Adventurers

Jhelia's father, a minor noble, in the Drasnian Court, had pulled some strings to get her into the Academy. He however lacked the funds to pay for her enrolment and keep her in the finery she was used to at her father's manor. So she was forced to earn her money in other ways.
The majority of her free time she spent honing the skills she was taught at the Academy, so Academy, so waiting tables at the Emeciated Adventurer tavern, in Boktor provided her with the perfect atmosphere. She would hardly call the wages she was paid impressive, so she sometimes supplemented her income by picking a few pockets. Of course in the gentleman was handsome enough and his purse deep enough there were other ways to make money.
Now Jhelya was a very apt pupil, all of her instructors held hope that she would become one of the very best spies the Academy has produced in years. When it came time for her final exams, they had the utmost confidence. There were even a few wagers made. Of course, Jhelya passed with flying colours, and more than a few coins changed hand that day.
Her first assignment was in the city of Camaar. She was supposed to report to Dheranis, a spice merchant. He was the current head of operations, for the Drasnian Intelligence network, in the Region. The home of Dheranis wasn't a palace, but it came close. It was obvious to even the most casual observer that business was going well for the Drasnian. As Jhelya entered the grounds via the front gate she was greeted by two armed guards.
"I'm here to see the merchant, Dheranis," She stated calmly. As she spoke the words her hands were busy weaving complete sentences in the Drasnian secret language. A series of hand movements so slight and precise that they were mostly invisible to the untrained observer.
"He is expecting you," one of the men explained. "He awaits you in the garden, this way." They led her around the manor house along a path, both sides virtually covered by head high shrubs and flowering plants. As she walked she almost laughed out loud as she spotted the two men hiding along the way. Only professional courtesy kept her form doing so. She did however shake her head "amateurs" she said under her breath. Dheranis was a small wiry man, who obviously had a flare for dramatics. He wore a bright orange robe; one of those garish clothing rich color blind nobles might wear. Around his neck he wore a virtual treasure trove of necklaces. Every finger on both hand sported, in Jhelya's opinion, a gaudy ring. On some fingers there were even two rings.
"Well it is about time you arrived," he said to her not bothering waiting for an introduction. "What took you so long?"
"I am truly sorry sir, the caravan I was with experienced an unexpected delay." Jhelya bowed her head. "From all I have heard, I expected you to be more punctual."
"I will try to better sir," Jhelya responded. "Javelin spoke highly of you," he began "I suppose you think you are special."
"Sir, I am special, I will prove that!" She exclaimed louder than she meant to. Dheranis steepled his fingers in thought.
"We will see, but we are wasting time here. Your function here will be to act as a courier for me. You will find employment, and a place to stay. You are not to come back to my manor, unless you are instructed to. Am I clear so far?" Jhelya nodded her hear head. Understanding perfectly well the reasons for his caution "My agents will contact you when your services are required. I assume you are familiar with the protocols!"
Dheranis emphasized the last. Another nod from the young lady, was the only response. "Your first assignment," he said as he handed her a sealed envelope, "is to deliver this to the proprietor of the Smelly Pig. After that find yourself some employment, and a place to stay. Nothing permanent mind you, since you will probably be spending a lot of time on the road."
With that he waived her away. As she made her way from the compound she could not help but smile. Her new life had begun. She stopped a passing lady and asked for directions to the Smelly Pig. Walking along the road she passed a sign on the wall that caught her attention.

Looking for Adventure?
Do you have what it takes?
The Adventurer's Guild is now taking applications.
Apply in person.

She thought about that sign as she walked down the street. The first hint that she had reached her destination was the smell. God's what was that smell? She enter the door with a sign above it proclaiming it as the Smelly Pig. The only man in the place identified himself as Heash.
"I have something for you from Dheranis, the spice merchant," she said plainly and held the letter out for him. His eyes widened, wiping his hands on his apron he took the letter.
"Thank you, I have been expecting this." He reached below the counter a pulled out a small coin pouch. "For your troubles."
"Have a good day sir." She nodded her head and walked out the front door. As she left she heard the click of the lock on the door, and saw the curtains being drawn shut. "Now what," she thought to herself. "Employment and a residence hrmmm." Jiggling the pouch she tucked it into her belt.
She walked aimlessly until she spotted another sign above another door "Adventurers Guild". She smiled and walked into the open door. The room was void of any distinguishing features. The only furniture in the room was a small desk along one wall. At the desk was a chair, and on the wall there was some kind of box. One other door along the far wall, and a big burly man stood guarding said door.
"I saw a sign down the road a bit," she started " Who is charge here sir?"
"Lord Mortiris is unavailable lady," the Burly guard told her.
" Well who is here that I can speak with? " She exhaled, regaining her calm. This man did not appear to be the kind of person she wanted to get on the bad side of. The guard pondered the thought for a moment.
" Lady Urmela is here I believe. If you will wait one moment I will see if she is accepting visitors." With that he opened the door behind him and said something to someone on the other side. Closing the door, he turned back to Jhelya, "A few minutes lady and you will have your answer.
After about five minutes, the door opened again. A beautiful well-dressed lady entered the room.
" I am Urmela, " she said in a musical voice. " How may I help you?" Jhelya stared, almost crying. The woman's voice was possibly the most beautiful sound she had ever heard.
"I saw a sign lady, I was intrigued. I am Jhelya, I have just arrived here from Boktor." Smiling, Urmela opened the door she came in from.
"Let us go someplace more comfortable, this room is so lacking in that department. We will get some refreshments and I will tell you the story of our guild. Perhaps afterwards you can regale me with tales of your time at the Academy." As she added that last statement she through a wink at Jhelya. She motioned for Jhelya to enter.

An aquest

Jhelya was tired as she made her way up the stairs leading to her room. She had spent the last two months on the road between Camaar and Boktor delivering messages back and forth between Dheranis and Javelin. She was looking forward to a few days rest, but she wasn't surprised to see the merchant's man standing by her door. Dheranis seem to get some perverse pleasure from keeping her running.
"What is it now, Borlen," she asked the man.
"I hope you are not to tired Jhelya," he began. "Because you are about to head towards Sendar. "
Sighing and longing to soak in a hot tub, she asked, "What is it now?"
Borlen looked over his shoulder, as if expecting someone. "Dheranis wants you to head to Katie's Diner in Sendar. Look for a woman named Esme, she will tell you what to do next." Borlen did not wait for a reply, he never did. As always he delivered his message and departed. Jhelya wondered if being around her caused him some uncomfort.
"Well, " she said to her door, "Dheranis can wait until after I get a bath and a good nights rest."
Feeling much better after sleeping, she readied her pack for the road. Making her way downstairs she was greeted by Tabitha, a serving woman in the tavern.
"And a good morning to you Jhelya," Tabitha said, "Are you for the road again so soon?"
"No rest for the wicked," Jhelya looked longingly at the tray of steaming potatoes Tabitha carried.
"Can I get you anything dear?"
"Whatever Elise has prepared is fine and a stout ale if there is a barrel already tapped," Jhelya said as she made her way to a table in the corner.
"Right away, love" Tabitha placed the tray down at a table crowded by six men. Fisherman by the look of them. She spun away from one of them as he reached out to pat her rear, and disappeared into the kitchen. Jhelya's mind wandered, trying to decide on the best way to go to Sendar. She had just settled on riding her horse when Tabitha sat her plate of potatoes and her ale on the table.
"I will add this to your tab, "the waitress said. " Anything else I can do for you?"
"Yes as a matter of fact, you can have Thomas saddle Petal for me."
"Sure he is in the kitchen finishing his breakfast. I will go tell him to be quick about it."
"Thank you Tabitha," Jhelya smiled. After Jhelya finished eating she pushed the now empty plate aside and quaffed down the last of her ale. She sighed and rose to her feet. She headed out the door leading to the stables. Thomas had her horse saddled and waiting. Handing her the lead he warned her,
"Be careful lady, it has been over two months since she has worn a saddle. She is feeling a bit distempered."
"She and I both, " she said patting her Petals flank. " How have you been girl? Are you ready for a little ride?" She led her horse out the front doors of the stable. Lightning flashed across the sky, and thunder rolled in the distance. Jhelya looked up at the blackening sky, figures she mumbled.
"Looks like we are going to get a little wet Petal," she told her horse. Petal just snorted her agreement.
The weather did not improve noticeably as Jhelya and her horse trudged there way towards Sendar. With each passing mile Jhelya's mood turned more and more sour. She just couldn't see why it was that Dheranis kept her hopping almost constantly. By the time she reached the western gates of the city, she was thoroughly convinced that she had erred in her decision to join the Drasnian Intelligence Network. This definitely wasn't what she pictured what it would be like, in her visions. Perhaps, she thought, as she waited for admittance into the city, I can speak with Javelin, and request a transfer to somewhere else. She thought how she always rather liked Arendia. As she passed by the guard stationed at the gate, she asked,
"Where would I find Katie's Diner?"
"It is located by the concourse lady," the guard answered smartly.
"Thank you," she clicked her horse into a trot. When she entered the building, the smell of food wafted up to here noise, and the sounds of a noontime crowd reached her ears. A red headed waitress waved to her and told her,
"Take a seat honey; I will be with you in a few minutes. What would ya like to drink?"
"Ale, " she answered and sat an empty table. Jhelya let her eyes roam around the room, scanning the crowd. There were quite a few people in the room. Mostly farmers, but there was a spattering of armed men, adventurers mostly, and perhaps a caravan guard or two, all busy eating or drinking. Closing her eyes she sighed, she was still tired from her last mission. The waitress brought her a mug of ale and sat it in front her.
"That'll be four silver, lady," the woman smiled at her. "Can I get you something to eat?" Fishing out a gold coin she handed it her. The waitress's eyes lit up, and her smile widened.
"I am looking for Esme, "Jhelya told her. Watching as her waitress's head turned just a bit and her eyes glanced away for just a moment. Jhelya's eyes followed the waitresses look. Over in the corner wiping a table down was a pretty blonde woman. "And that must be Esme,” she thought to herself.
"I am not sure where she is at right now lady," the waitress stammered. "Is she in some kind of trouble?"
"No dear," Jhelya began, "we have a mutual friend and he asked me to look in on her to see that she was okay. If you could see your way to telling her I am here there is another gold piece in it for you. The waitress looked at the gold piece in her hand and watched as Jhelya sat another piece of gold on the table. Her eyes again sought out the blonde waitress.
"One moment lady, " she walked over to the blonde woman and whispered something to her. The blonde cast a glance at Jhelya and said something to the other woman. Jhelya's waitress nodded and made her way back to her. “She will be here in a minute,” she said as she took the second coin from the table.
"Be a dear would you, and top this off for me," Jhelya said handing her mug to the waitress. As the waitress walked away Jhelya watched the blonde woman. Esme looked at Jhelya, and nodded as she went through the door to the kitchen. A moment later appearing with a mug in her hand. She walked over to Jhelya and sat the mug down.
" Renea said you wanted to speak with me," She started. "I do not believe I know you." Her hands moving subtly.
" I was passing through, " she replied, " a friend of mine a spice merchant named Dheranis asked me to stop in."
"Dheranis how is that old coot? I thought he'd have bought the world by now." Her hands however spoke more than her words. She took a letter from her apron and casually sat it on the table. "Here is the money he loaned me with interest. Tell him I appreciate the loan. Now if you will excuse me I am needed in the kitchen." She truned around and again entered the kitchen door. Now to the casual observer nothing more happened there but two people sharing a brief casual conversation. To a Drasnian, Jhelya was instructed to take a letter to the bartender at the Weary Traveler tavern in Boktor. She took the letter and tucked into her shirt and drained her mug. Leaving a silver piece on the table she strode for the diner
"Let's go girl," she said to Petal as she mounted her horse. "Off to Boktor, if we hurry We might even beat the rain."
Now let it be understood that Jhelya was a very patriotic woman. She would die for her king and the mother queen Porenn. However she hated the climate of Drasnia, and would have been happy to be patriotic at a distance. So returning to Boktor always made her a bit peevish, of course her mood was already pensive. There had been a steady drizzle since she left Sendar, but her mood deteriorated as she crossed that imaginary line that marked the Drasnian border. "I swear ol'e girl, " she spoke to her horse, " If I never see rain again it will be to soon!"
As if on cue thunder rolled, and lightning split the sky. She rolled her eyes and pulled her hood farther over her face. She glanced up at the sky and began muttering.
"Belar if I have offended you I wish you would just let me know," she spoke to her god. " It really isn't fair of you to punish me and not give me a chance to redeem myself." The weather showed no signs of slacking, matter of fact, Jhelya would have sworn the sky was getting darker. Nothing makes a person as miserable as being in situation that they have no control, whatsoever, over. So as she made her way to along the road serious thoughts of desertion entered her mind. She studied the sky trying to determine what time it was, giving it up as hopeless after a few minutes. She decided that she would go ahead and set up camp, no matter what the time. She found a spot about twenty yards of the path. Apparently somebody else had the same idea as her, because she found the remains of a campfire.
Not that she held any illusions of starting a campfire. There wasn't any dry wood to be found anywhere. She kicked herself mentally again for not having the foresight to have picked up a rick or two for the road. She was in for a long miserable night. She removed the saddle from Petal and pulled the brush out of her saddle bag.
"Hold still," she told the horse, who was trying to pulled it's head out of her reach. "It will mat up if you don't let me brush it." As if she understood the consequences of what Jhelya told her, she settled down and let Jhelya brush her long mane. After brushing her horse Jhelya set up her lean to and crawled under its makeshift covering. "Sorry girl, there is only room for one. I promise extra sugar cubes when when get to Boktor."
The next morning as she readied for the road she realized that she was closer to Boktor than she thought. If she had rode on for a few more miles she could have made the city and slept in a warm comfortable bed.
Ah well, there was no help for it, she thought. She passed through the gates of the capital of Drasnia a bout an hour later. She had spent a quite a few years here, so she knew exactly where the inn was at that she was looking for. She reigned in Petal at the stables adjoining the place and dismounted. Handing the reigns to the stable boy, she reached into her purse and pulled out a few silver coins.
"Give her a few cubes of sugar, and a good rub down," she instructed. "I will only be about an hour or so."
"Yes Ma’am, I will have her ready for you when you leave." He told her leading petal in out of the drizzle.
Jhelya walked over to the front door and entered the tavern. She scanned the room as was her habit. She noticed there wasn't a soul in the place with the exception of the barkeep. He was a middle-aged man, with greying hair and a noticeable paunch. He was leaning against the bar look absolutely bored.
"We do not open until noon dear, " he informed her. "Come back then."
"I am not here out of the pleasure of your company," she told him tartly. "I bring you a letter from Esme in Sendar."
"Well why didn't you say so. Come on give it here."
"Well I tell you what," she countered "you give me a flagon of your finest ale and I will be glad to hand it over. She pulled the letter from the place she had sequestered at. The bartender just laughed and grabbed a flagon from under the bar. "You drive a hard bargain lady," the bartender laughed again. "A hard bargain indeed."

Storytelling

Her apprenticeship to Czrel had been everything she thought it would be. He had taught her the finer points of avoiding notice, of being the unseen. He had instructed her in ways to use her given abilities in combat. She was still sore from there many training sessions over the last few months.
At first her mentor pulled his blows, allowing only grazing attacks to land, but later as she displayed more skills the hits became more painful, but less often. His eyes seemed to glow with pride the first time she managed to sneak up on him and put him on his back before he realized what was happening. She had gone to Dheranis to inform of her need for a brief hiatus, he had not taken that well. Jhelya had been adamant, and he reluctantly agreed. She decided that the best way for her to learn what was happening in the world was to go forth and just travel, talking to common people, and seeing things from there perspective.
Now Jhelya knew she lived in trying and suspicious times so she needed to find a way get close to people and gain there trust. She remembered when she was young the travelling storytellers that would visit her fathers manor house and regal all there with stories of adventure. She remembered also how common and noble alike all warmed up to these storytellers. So she decided that would be the perfect disguise. So she spoke to the local tailor and had her make an outfit. She remembered an Old man once that visited her father. He appeared at the door one day, and was ushered into his fathers study right away. Now her father was only a minor noble, he however was not in the practice of admitting commoners into his private audience. This old man with clothing that was a virtual hodgepodge of colours, was immediately admitted. Later the old man told them all stories around the dinner table.
Jhelya based her outfit on what she saw that day so many years ago. Her shoes were mix matched. Her clothing had various patches. The patches were actually unnecessary, since there were no holes anywhere. After she had donned her new clothing she visited Czrel to inform him of her plans.
" I think this is necessary, Czrel," she informed him." I need to hone my information gathering skills and this is a perfect way to do that"
" Jhelya I believe that is a wonderful idea," he told her without the slightest hint of any anger at her choosing to take time from their training. " I hope you fair well, and return here as soon as you are ready to."
" I will." She said plainly and turned to leave. She paused, turned and ran back to embrace Czrel. "Thank you, Czrel, for everything. I will send reports as I can. Look for them to be marked, from the Storyteller."
With that she turned away and left Czrel's rooms. Without looking back she left the guildhall and started out for the city of Sendar. She would begin there.

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Me and the clan

Mal Zeth, home of the emperor, the greatest city in all of Mallorea. This city, the hub of civilization, was also the core of many problems to the peoples of the west. Spies from Mel Zeth practically flooded the west, Kal Zakath, although tentatively at peace with Belgarion, the Overlord of the West, had chosen to keep an eye on his adversarial friend.
Tonight a shadow passed over the rooftops of the Imperial palace. Jhelya was on the prowl. Given her choice she would not have chosen Mal Zeth, of all places, but her assignment was not met out to her because of her choice. She had been traveling the West, learning what she may from the people. How they felt about politics in their region, local resurgence of the Bearcult, an eternal thorn in the side of every western monarch, to current feelings about Belgarion and his Dryad wife. Javelin himself personally requested her to undertake this mission. How could she refuse? So she headed for Mal Zeth under the cover of a traveling storyteller, Regaling everyone with tales from as far back as the Cracking of the world, to the triumph of Belgarion, the God slayer.
It seemed to Jhelya, as she waited in the shadows, that there were more important things to life. However, she was sure, whatever else was out there, could not be half as much fun. She loved her life, there were times, in the past, that she hated her current directions. Now, however, she could think of only a few things she would rather do. Javelin had come to her, personally, one night while she was staying in Boktor. She was completely surprised, but she covered it well.
"Jhelya," he Began, " I need you to go to Mal Zeth. It seems that one of our informants has disappeared. I need you to find out what has happened to him."
"Damn, I wanted to be in Sendaria next week," she protested. "You do realize that the Festivals during midyear are the absolute best?"
"Listen. This is a matter of extreme urgency." He told her in a serious tone. " Mother Drasnia needs you." He spent the next thirty minutes filling her in on whom she would be trying to find.
He spent the next thirty minutes filling her in on whom she would be trying to find. He was being held in the Imperial compound under guard After discovering where he was, she decided to, instead of reporting his whereabouts, free him if at all possible. So here she was, silently skulking through the shadows above the Imperial compound. Sneaking past the half-asleep guards caused no problems, and making her way to the bottom levels of the jail was easier than that. She descended the last flight of stairs to the Dungeon' proper to find both guards asleep at their post.
Very unprofessional, she thought to herself Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, she glided silently past the sentries. One of them shifted in his seat, Jhelya froze anticipating any possible confrontations She breathed a bit easier when she realized that the guard was not awake. Quite as a cat, she lifted the keys from the sleeping guard, and opened the main hall to the cells. Closing the door behind her, she began searching for Treligar. Her search did not take long. Three cells down the hall, she spotted the Thull she was looking for. He was chained to a wall, by both his hands and his feet. She quietly unlocked the door, his eyes darted her way, his body began to shake.
"Treligar?" she asked. He hesitantly nodded, not knowing what was to come next. " Relax. I am here to free you." Jhelya quickly made her way to him and examined his shackles.
Within a few minutes his hands were free, inside of a minute more, his legs joined them.
" Follow me and for the love of Belar, be quiet." She instructed and led him out of the imperial compound.
It took three months for them to make their way from Mal Zeth to Boktor, half of which they were dogged by Mallorean troops, finally losing pursuit after crossing The Sea of the East
"Jhelya, my dear, you have surpassed my wildest hopes, to return Treligar, I am very impressed." Javelin told her.
" Tell me would you care to take on a position that, while it offers no rewards per say, it will guarantee you a life full of intrigue and danger?"
She knew what he was referring to, and she felt her spirit soar. To be offered such a spot amongst her professional peers. She smiled, letting him know the idea did please her.
"May I have some time to think about it?" She asked him. "I need to think about it."
"Take all the time you need," Javelin reassured her " the position is yours if you desire it."
Jhelya made her way toward Adventurer Clan Hall, her thoughts heavy. What did Javelin offer her? He made mention of a life full of intrigue and danger. She thought about that, She had that aplenty just being an Adventurer. True, she had not always been a supporting member of the cast of people that was her clan, but that had changed. At first, she was an ignorant, naive maybe was a better term, as ignorance did not sit well with her. But to a member all of her "Brethren" in the clan had helped her when she was in need.
Now she was versed well in the ways of her clan. She had been instrumental in bringing in new members. She assisted newer members with her knowledge, albeit limited as it was. She earned her title partly be regaling them with various tales of adventure. Many of her clan had told her she had a gift, she tried very hard to deserve the respect they gave her.
She remembered the many members, who had taken her into their confidences, confiding in her secrets that they broached to no other. Asking her advice with all kinds of dilemmas, asking her if they should do this or say that. That last always made her feel good, to be able to help guide her friends toward the end happiness, was a blessing she never failed to be thankful for.
She walked through the front door of Clan hall, knowing that if she took this new position for Javelin that she might possibly never return here again.
"Jhelya," a familiar voice sounded from the doorway to the lounge. "Welcome back, you have been absent way to long." Strong arms pulled her into a hug She looked into the eyes of Gurgar, how she had come to miss this man. She had come to miss all of her clan members these last few months. That thought struck as she held onto his strong Algarian frame.
"Put me down you big brute, I am not a horse you clod!" she chided him, "God I missed you though."

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Trouble brewing
Jhelya sat alone in her room, going over recent events in her life. It seemed as if all her clan members were discussing marriage. All of the sudden she felt as if life was passing her by. She had adventure, she had intrigue, she had all the danger a girl could ask for, she however had no man to call her own. It isn't as if she were a spinster, she had managed to enjoy men carnally. She just had not found that one man. Then there was Gurgar. He was always there to welcome her home, always with a friendly word. She thought of him a lot, but damn his stubborn Algarian pride, he never said a word outside of propriety. She listened to him speak of loves not gained but lost all the same. She really needed to get her mind off of him. If he didn't notice well. As if on cue, there was a knock on the door.
“Who is it?” She asked. Even though she was safe within her clan halls, practice made her draw her daggers, as she waited for a response.
"Jhelya, Dheranis requires your presence at his manor." The voice was very familiar. She unbolted her door and opened it wide, only to see a shadow disappear down the stairs. Why did that man never stay to talk with her?
Shrugging she reached over to pull her travelling cloak from it's peg on the wall. It had been many months since Dheranis ad requested her to perform a job, she was curious as to what he might need. She made her way through the halls to the front door. As she exited the building she felt the first drops of rain. Glancing at the sky, she decided that Camaar was in for a drenching.
Dheranis, she thought, must wait for the clouds before sending her on her way. The thought came to her that this was the first time her had actually requested her presence at his manor. His initial instructions to her was that she avoid the manor. This must be important indeed, for him to summon her such. The rain had reached torrential limits as she reached the gateway leading to his home. The guards must have been expecting her because they admitted her without so much as a "state your business".
Bad taste, she decided as she studied on painting, depicting a group of three woman engaging in a carnal act. She had just began looking at the only piece she found acceptable - a man astride a unicorn, sword in hand, charging a mythical beast she could only explain as a dragon, when the man servant returned.
“The Master is waiting for you in the Main room," he began. "If you will just follow me." He waited for her to rise before he left the room. Through the winding halls she followed him, studying all the various artworks, appraising them as a thief would.
At last they entered a large room that seemed so out of place in the house, where everything else seemed so gaudy and in bad taste, this room was warm and inviting, with a strong undertone of welcome and comfort.
Dheranis lounged in an oversized cushioned chair, holding a scroll in one hand and a glass of something in the other. He looked at her as they entered.
"Welcome, Jhelya," he said plainly, " Jerius, bring the lady something to drink." He told the manservant, who nodded and turned to leave. "Bring us a plate of fruit also, you certainly forgot about me, perhaps you will treat or guest better." He told the servant, who looking over his shoulder managed a forlorn look.
"Sit, dear, we have much to discuss" He nodded towards a equally padded chair.
Jhelya sat in the cushioned chair next to Dheranis, still apprehensive of the meeting. She wondered what could be so important that he would break his long standing rule of not coming to his home. The merchant waited patiently, not saying a word, just looking at her.
The manservant returned, bearing a tray laden with fruit, and two goblets of crystal. He sat the tray down on the table nearest his master, and without a word bowed and left the room. Dheranis offered her a glass; she took it without hesitance. Gods she needed a drink.
“Jhelya, you have proven yourself to be an excellent gatherer of information,” he began, “I have a special mission for you.”
She was intrigued to say the least. She listened intently to him as he filled her in.
“For many years now King Urgit has held correspondence with Belgarion, King of Riva, and Overlord of the West, “ he paused a second. “Lately the Murgos have once again closed the borders and all correspondence has stopped. “
“I have heard rumours of such sir, “ she stated plainly, not wanting to let on to the surprise she felt.
“Belgarion has asked for the Drasnian Intelligence Network to make it their highest priority to discover why. The Queen Mother, Porenn, sent a personal message to Javelin informing him to send his best agent. Javelin requires you. You country calls Jhelya,” he paused again. “Do you accept?”
Jhelya considered her options; surely she could not deny the Queen Mother or the Crown Prince. Who in their right mind would deny Belgarion, the God Slayer? Murgos were not her favourite people, but her civic duty pulled her through her dilemma.
“I freely and happily accept this assignment Dheranis. “ She spoke with a bit of excitement in her voice. Wondering where she will start, she hardly paid the merchant any attention until...
“We believe there is a Dagashi assassin loose in Sendar somewhere. If you can find him, you will be off to a good start.” The rest of the evening passed with no more talk of Murgos, or Assassins. Almost as if Dheranis had slipped in to his dotage before her eyes, his conversation descended into frivolous nonsense, the weather, the current price of bean crops. He had even mentioned the upcoming wedding of two of her clan mates Wylset and Reidia. This man was truly well informed. At the close of the evening Dheranis looked at her sadly.
“Jhelya, be careful,” he pleaded, “I have come to look upon you as family, these last few years. I fear this may be the most dangerous assignment of your life. “ With that on her mind she left his manor and made her way slowly through the par towards her clan hall.
As she entered her mind left behind thought of danger, she always did when she returned home. These halls had become more than just a home to her. Here she had friends, here she had family. She greeted the old guard with a nod of her head and her way to the dining room.
It was rather late when she returned so she was surprised to find Reidia sitting near the fire, reading some letter.
“Up late tonight dear,” she looked at her Drasnian sister. “Something bothering you?”
Reidia looked up with a tired smile, “No not really, the wedding plans have kept me going. It seems like a million things to do and no time.” She handed Jhelya the letter she was looking at. “Would you look at this? I secured my catering needs three months ago. It seems now that they are unavailable on the day of the wedding.”
Jhelya read the letter, “I know them, I helped them out with a misunderstanding a few years back on the border of Gar og Nadrak. I will see what I can do. Do not worry, sister-mine, Big Sister will take care of everything. “ Handing the letter back she placed her hand fondly on Reidia's shoulder. “Now there is something I need from you. Do you still have your contact in Sendar, the vegetable merchant?”
“Yes, Jonas. I still use him from time to time. Why?”
Jhelya walked over to the Wine rack, grabbed a bottle of some vintage Honthite wine, two glasses and walked over and sat down at the table. She used her dagger to break the seal on the wine. Pouring two glasses handing on to Reidia, she filled her in on what Dheranis had told her.
“Oh dear, sounds like trouble. “ Reidia told her. “Would you like some help? I can postpone the wedding. I am sure Wylset would be glad to help us.”
Jhelya smiled at her. By the gods she loved this woman. Willing to put off her own wedding to help her out.
“No Reidia, I could not ask that of you. Besides I am just gong to gather a bit of information. After I see the two of you wedded and off the “market”, I will get down to business. You did not think I would miss the wedding of my two best friends did you?”
Reidia stood suddenly throwing her arms around Jhelya. For a few moments there were no words, no need for words, Jhelya knew why. Reidia was concerned for her, worried that she might have gotten into something to heavy for her to handle alone. After a few minutes, Redia broke her hug and the silence.
“We really need to find you someone. A man worthy of your noble heart.” Reidia looked at Jhelya, with a room-brightening smile and gave her a mischievous wink.
Jhelya knew the wheels were turning in the other woman's mind. Probably running over the list of eligible and acceptable bachelors that she knew from her extensive travels.
“Well can I get you to write me an introduction to Jonas? I think I might need to use him.” Jhelya asked her.
“Sure, anything of mine is yours. Except Wyl - he is all mine!”
They shared a laugh for a moment. “When will you be leaving?”
“In a few hours, I believe I would like to soak in a hot bath for awhile. Could you do me a favour while I go prepare?”
“Of course, silly. “ Reidia said plainly. “What do you need?”
“Saddle Petal for me, I believe I will ride to Sendar this time.”
Reidia grimaced - the last time she saddled Petal she almost lost her toes. The beast seemed very anti social to anyone but Jhelya. Those two spent so much time together, Reidia wouldn't be surprised to learn that Jhelya had formed a bond similar to the Sha Dar, with her horse “Sure. If it will help you.”
Jhelya hugged her one last time and made her way towards her room, with no thoughts of the road on her mind. The only thing she thought of was a long soak in a hot bath.

Jhelya checked her backpack one last time before leaving her room. She had everything she needed for her short jaunt to Sendar. Closing her door, she smiled. As much as she loved coming home there was something about this assignment that had her sense of adventure bubbling around the edges. As she rounded the corner leading to the Adventurer's lounge, she almost ran into Wylset.
"Whoa there lady, what's the rush? " He asked her. Noticing her travel pack on her shoulder he nodded. "Off again, Jhe? Where to this time?"
Smiling apologetically she answered his question. "I am off for Sendar, Dheranis has sent me running once again." She rolled her eyes.
"Well it must be important for you to run off in the middle of the night, so I will not keep you. Will you be back in time for the wedding? "
"I wouldn't miss it, not for the world. " she looked at her friend, how perfect he was for Reidia, together there was the perfect balance.
"Great, well good luck and see you soon. Oh by the way have you seen Reidia? I went by her room but she wasn't in. "
"She went to saddle Petal, for me. " Jhelya called over her shoulder as she headed towards the front door of the hall.
Wylset looked surprised to hear that. He remembered the last time Reidia had dealings with Petal. He smiled and decided to wait in the lounge for his beloved.
Jhelya passed the old guard on her way out. The man should really take a vacation she thought as she passed him.
"Keep them all safe, will ya? "
"As always lady Jhelya, safe trip to you," the old man said seriously.
Reidia was feeding Petal a sugar cube as Jhelya entered the stables. They didn't say anything just a chase hug for luck and Jhelya mounted her horse. Reidia took the lead and led Petal through the front door. Jhelya smiled at Reidia, threw her hand in the air in goodbye, and clicked her horse into a trot. Reidia waited ‘til she was lost in the darkness of the night before at last speaking.
"Good luck Jhelya, see you when you get back. "

Jhelya loved Sendaria, she always felt it was a beautiful country. The land was so uniform, and neat. Sendars as a rule kept their lives so neat and orderly. But most of all, as a people they were very polite. That was important to her. Civility was so very rare these days. She was lost in her thoughts as she let Petal set her own pace - she wasn't really in that much of a hurry. According to Reidia, the vegetable merchant, Jonas, had a warehouse on the outskirts of Sendar. She decided to head to the city first; there was a man she wanted to see there. She had procured his services to make her wedding gifts for her friends she wanted to check in on his progress. Her attention was brought back to the road by a startling scream. She looked ahead to see a wagon with several "people" on horseback surrounding it. The sound of laughter mingled with the screams of terror.
She kicked Petal into a gallop, closing the gap in just a few seconds. As she neared she saw the wagons driver was laid out on the seat of the wagon and the four men on horses were apparently having fun with the woman in the wagon. One of the men noticed her approach and turned his horse to face her. She pulled her daggers from their sheaths, letting go of the reigns and clasping her knees tight about Petal. Petal felt the release of the reins, and knew her mistress trusted her to keep her path true.
The robber didn't know how to take the sight of the horse bearing straight towards him, he hesitated, for a few seconds, that was all that Jhelya needed. She launched herself from her horse, the dagger in her right hand flaring to life with a purple glow. Jhelya let her momentum carry her through, pulling her dagger from the doomed man's throat as she passed.
Setting her body she tumbled as she landed and came up running, her horse had slowed to keep pace with her. She grabbed the reins and bounced back into her saddle. All three of the surviving men, now faced her as she pulled Petal back to face them. Her heart beating rapidly, this was living. The men forgot about the woman in the wagon.
One of them yelled,"What the hell? " His voice brought to mind what a weasel would sound like if
it could speak. "Who the hell are you?"
"I am Jhelya, of the Adventurers, and you are dead. " She spoke loud enough to be heard, over the gallop of her horse's hoofs.
The man laughed, and drove his horse forward. As they passed each other the bandit swung his sword wildly. Jhelya laughed at him. Already she could see the man had no chance of matching blades with her. She ducked below the blade and sliced the man across his padded chest, blade digging deep enough to bleed him. The other two men waited patiently - surely Herian could best this woman, this Jhelya.
The two combatants turned for another pass. Jhelya watching her opponent as he spurred his mount towards her. She decided to end this game quickly, even if the man was as sloppy with that sword as she thought, there were still two other horseman. She changed her tactics a bit and pulled the reins making her horse change direction slightly. Drawing her bead she launched the dagger in her left had towards her victim. The man stared unbelievingly as the dagger flew towards him. The dagger struck him over his left breast, and sunk all the way to the hilt. The man released his hold on the reins and his sword at the same time. Flying off the back of his horse, he landed with bone shattering force, dead before he hit the ground
Jhelya reined in Petal, near the man's body, dismounted and pulled her dagger from the man. She wiped the blade on the man's cloak. Hearing the sound of hoofs behind her she turned to face the others, only to see the cloud of dust as they fled the scene.

Jhelya looked to the woman in the wagon, she was holding a limp form, crying, and begging for the gods to have mercy. Jhelya realized that the dead men would probably cause little or no problems so she decided to check on the woman first. She surveyed the couple as she approached; the woman wore a simple dress of Sheep's wool in a bland brown. The man wore a plain brown tunic and leather leggings, nothing but farmers heading to market. The thought that brigands had attacked simple farmers made Jhelya concerned. Usually the rich were the victims of such assaults but the poor were generally left alone. As she approached she tried to calm the lady, who had watched her approach with trepidation bordering on outright fear.
"Easy lady, I mean you no harm. My name is Jhelya, I am a friend and if the Belar wills, I will help. " She tried to speak calmly, although her heart still beat heavy from combat.
"My husband he ... He... He's dead, " the woman broke into tears again.
Jhelya looked at the man, he surely appeared dead, a foot or two of steel through the gut usually produced those symptoms. But as she approached she noticed the man's eyes moving behind the shut lids. She knew that she had to move quickly, lest his apparent condition become real, and permanent.
She pulled her pack from her back, opening the cinch as she did. She felt around and pulled a pair of flasks from the pack. She carried with her, for emergencies only, two potions made for her by the herbalist employed by her clan. She regretted the fact that she would no longer have them, but the man’s welfare was more important than a possibility
"Lady, I need you to be calm. Can you drive the wagon? " she asked as she opened the seal of one bottle.
"Yes, Harrie taught me to dive the wagon, for emergencies. But lady, he is dead." She appeared on the verge of tears again.
"He is not dead, but he is in dire condition. " she told her. "This should pull him out of immediate danger, but I have not enough potions to heal him completely."
She took the second potion and poured it onto his wounds, slowly. Bubbles began to form as the mystical properties of the potion began to instantaneously mend his torn body. When the potion was spent, she waited a minute and wiped away the foaming residue. The man's stomach appeared whole, there was, however, a wide ugly red scar.
"Lady I need you to drive the wagon, we will ride to the to Camaar, it is close. I have friends there who will see to you and your husband. " Jhelya looked at the woman, hoping she would understand her need for haste.
She placed her arms under the man and lifted him easily. Her magical strength making him seem much lighter than he was. She walked around to the back of the wagon and laid the prone form inside. She reconsidered and decided she should drive the wagon
"Lady, come here, " she spoke in a voice of command.
The woman jumped down and made her way to the rear of the wagon, looking concerned.
"I need to examine our dead friend. Stay here with him, and call if his breathing shallows."
The woman climbed into the wagon clasping her husband’s hand, whispering words Jhelya could not hear as she made her way to the nearest brigand. She examined him thoroughly. Just as she was about to give up and move to the other dead man, she pulled the man's purse from his belt
As she emptied the contents into her hand, a gasp of surprise exited her lips, as a red gold coin with the face of the deceased Taur Urgas rolled into her hand. She quickly pocketed the red coin. She placed the rest of the coins, a few silver and a handful of brass back into the purse, and made her way to the man she had decided must have been the leader of the group.
His examination was much more fruitful. Not only was there as many as twenty gold coins in his purse, but seven of them were red Angarak gold. She pocketed the red coins and placed the rest of his purse into the first purse. The man also carried a satchel Jhelya opened it and found the only contents of the satchel was a letter. She examined the letter, it's seal, unknown to her, had been broken already.

Rheagan (it began)
Kill as many people on the road from Camaar to Sendar as you can. I need the authorities to be busy elsewhere, as not to see what I am doing Succeed in this and your rewards will be beyond your imagination. Failure, well we know what happens to a failure. I will send further instructions
Crathgan

Jhelya placed the letter into her belt bag, and whistled for her horse. Petal responded with quickness that belied training.
"Good girl," she told her horse, "Follow," she instructed as she headed for the wagon. She launched herself into the driver's seat, and grabbed the reigns. "We are on our way lady, keep him as still as you can. " She clicked the horses into a trot. The road between Camaar and Muros was in great repair, so she whipped the horses into a gallop.
One thought occurred to her as she rode - bet Rheidia did not expect to see her so soon.

The wagon rolled through the "gates" of Camaar, Jhelya pulling the reins to slow the horses. Even at this time of night people still made their way throught the dark avenues of the city. She barely managed to avoid the city watch, as she turned the corner that led to her clan hall. She pulled the wagon to a stop, and yelled to the boy manning the stable.
"Take these horses, see to their feed and comfort, " she told him. "I will pay you later. "
With that she jumped down from the seat and walked around to the back of the wagon. Looking in she breathed a sigh of relief. The man was still breathing; she was certain the immediate danger was passed. She pulled the man to her and picked him up gingerly in her arms.
"Come dear, let us see to your husband. Do not fear you will be safe within these walls. "
The woman followed her into the doorway, moving this way and that to see her husband. As Jhelya walked past the guard he spoke.
"Welcome Lady Jhelya." His voice cracked with sleep. "Visitors this late - that is highly irregular." He look confused; the look of a man who did not know what to do next.
"It is late, true enough, but I have no time for this. " she spoke frostily. "Go and fetch Reidia and if Lord Wylset is with her bring him as well. "
The guard look confused; should he do as the Lady commanded, or should he refuse to leave his post? As he looked into her eyes common sense got the better of him. She was not currently her pleasant self. He quickly ran deeper into the halls.
Jhelya took her passenger to the clan lounge and laid him on the couch beside the fountain. She studied him for a second, then turned to his wife.
"If you can try to give him some water. " she began. "Do not force him to drink. I will return shortly. " With that she left the room.
Jhelya practically ran over the old guard as she sprinted down the hall.
"Lady Jhelya, " he told her "Lady Reidia, and Lord Wylset will be with you momentarily. If you do not mind me saying, they looked none to pleased to be interrupted. " He stepped back a pace, the look in Jhelya's eyes made him start.
"That cannot be helped. Quickly now go and ask Lord Czrel, and Lord Mortiris, and if Lady Urmela is available her as well." She turned from him and headed for the healers room.
Wylset was fuming as he and his wife to be made their way to the lounge.
"Love, she would not have bothered us if it wasn't important. " Reidia told him.
"She had better hope so, " he responded gently to her. He always spoke gently to her. "If not she will have things growing from odd places in her body..." he began to mumble.
Reidia laughed at his sour mood, he had lit candles, and brought sweetmeats for her. He had even caused ghostly music to play as they walked into their room He was so sweet. Her mind put that aside. She spoke truly. Jhelya was not one to call on people - especially this late at night. So she was both intrigued and scared. What could be so important for her to break her usual "I can handle anything on my own" attitude.
As they entered the lounge, Reidia saw why. A lady whom she had never seen hovered over a man lying on the couch. She was surveying everything as Jhelya entered the room practically dragging a complaining healer behind her.
"There he is, see to him." she turned to face Wylset and grimaced. "Wyl, Reidia, I am sorry to wake you but something has happened and the Adventurers should be made aware. "
She looked over as Both Czrel, and Mortiris entered the room.
Mortiris scanned the room and then looked to Jhelya. Czrel however looked at Jhelya and spoke.
"What do you want foolish girl, I was having such a nice dream,” he snorted and waited.
Urmela made her way to the room and Jhelya turned green; the same green she turned the first time she had seen her. Even this late at night Urmela was a vision to behold. As was her norm Urmela said nothing just looked expectantly at Jhelya.
"Lords and Ladies, I was travelling to Sendar," she began. "When..."
"So you wake me from the most tempting dream, I have had in a long time" Czrel interrupted, "for what? A roadside evaluation of the highway? "
"I came upon this couple. They were being waylaid by brigands..."
This time the interruption came from Lord Mortiris.
"Jhelya, while it is sad, we know of these things. They happen all the time. What makes this so important that you called us together at this hour?"
"Lord, I found this on one of the corpses. " Jhelya said. She pulled the letter from her belt pouch, and handed it to Mortiris.
He took the piece of paper from her and read it. His eyes widened, he looked from the paper. His eyes looked at the face of every Adventurer present.

Jhelya told them everything - she even broke Dheranis's confidence and told all about her mission. She explained how she thought the two were connected somehow. Then she waited while the older, more experienced Adventurers thought it over. Surprisingly, or maybe not so, Reidia was the first to break the silence.
"Jhelya, you need help," she began, "You cannot hope to unravel this by yourself."
Jhelya thought about it for a minute or two. Not sure whether she was more hurt or angered by the simple, truthful statement her "sister" had made. After a moment she realized how right Reidia had been, and how the woman's intent had been totally sincere. She was offering her help - it was her way. Whenever Jhelya needed a hand there she was.
"It is dangerous Rei," she told her, "I cannot ask you to help when it could cost you your future."
Reidia looked at her, and Jhelya could see the hurt in her eyes. She instantly regretted her words.
"Jhelya, you are like a sister to me, how dare you risk your life and not even accept my help!"
"Rei, please... " She was interrupted before she truly began her apology.
"Ladies now is not the time for this, " Mortiris cut in. "There seems to be something very important in the winds. Jhelya, the Adventurers are at you disposal. Whatever you need be sure to let us know."
Jhelya was relieved to hear that. She was not sure of the reaction she would get bringing the couple here. Jhelya thought it over. She needed to find out more before she placed the "artillery".
"Lords and ladies, I must find out what is happening in Sendar, " she stated plainly, "If Reidia will accompany me, " she looked at Reidia, trying to predict her answer, "I will gather some information before we make our countermoves, if any."
Lady Urmela, not known for her rash judgement, nodded her approval. So did many other Adventurers gathered there.
"Can I call upon you to take care of this couple? I know how busy you all are." She sounded desperate.
"Of course you can. " Wylset and Czrel answered at the same time. They looked at each other, and joined in the shared laughter.
"Reidia, will you come with me? " she asked already knowing the answer.
"When do we leave?" was all the young Drasnian asked.
"Now. " Jhelya looked around the room, threw a brief nod to all, and turned around. "Reidia I will meet you in the stables in five minutes. I cannot delay any longer. " With that she left the lounge and headed into the streets of Camaar.

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