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Syka is a new settlement of primarily humans on the east coast of Falyndar opposite of Riverfall on The Suvan Sea. [Syka Codex]

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A Revealing Glimpse

Postby Kamilla on June 9th, 2019, 10:42 am

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Summer in Syka had come with a welcome change in comparison to the unbearable heat of spring, or at least that’s how it seemed, although it was still far from pleasant. Kamilla had given the issue a lot of thought over the past few days and had ultimately decided that the most likely answer was that she’d simply grown more accustomed to the heat, rather than the temperature lowering. She supposed she had adapted to the tropical climate, somewhat, although even the change in daily attire didn’t offset the disadvantage of always being in thigh high boots. The hideous burn scar that ran from foot to knee of her left leg seemed determined to be a constant curse in the mage’s life, not only was it unsightly and a constant reminder of what she’d lost, but now it was also a cause of discomfort.

On this particular day, Kamilla had made the unwise choice of being dressed in all black, a short skirt and matching scarf wrapped tightly around her bust, despite leaving plenty of skin exposed, the colour seemed to be attracting an unwanted amount of heat. Having anticipated an extended walk in the sun, she’d almost haphazardly thrown a red scarf over her head to provide some relief from the sun.

It had been a bit of a walk, Yennefer having given up on the very notion of walking twice during the short journey, instead choosing to simply slump on the ground unresponsively until Kamilla had finally decided to pick her up. She knew the yowlwing must have been itching to spread her wings, quite literally, but after it’s two previous and near catastrophic stints with freedom during spring, Kamilla was not willing trust the feline enough to free it from its leather leash. She still winced internally when she recalled how Yen had bolted into the perilous jungle both times.

Currently out of breath, Kamilla pulled her waterskin from the satchel at her side and took a gulp of the cool refreshing liquid before packing the waterskin away once again, Yennefer held firmly beneath her other arm. She was beginning to grow weary of Syka’s heat and annoying sandy terrain, it was tiring when traversed for extended periods of time and she couldn’t help but wish for a horse or something equally capable of crossing the sands and expend its energy on her behalf.

”If the directions were accurate, we should be nearing this ‘Treasure Point’ soon Yen... I don’t even want to think about the walk back.”

After the interesting season since her arrival in Syka, Kamilla had begun to feel the ominous approach of the very thing she’d fled so many places, including Riverfall, to avoid.

Hopelessness. Lack of purpose. Having no direction in life.

While she was well aware of exactly what these very familiar and unwelcome feelings were, Kamilla had, up till then, treated them as wanderlust, hiding behind the excitement and anticipation of change to slow the inevitable approach of the dreaded purposelessness. It only ever worked for a season or two and then she was back to square one.

Right now the mage was experiencing the calm before the storm, she knew it was coming, and in the most internal way possible, she was panicking. The feeling of emptiness was far worse than the pain of losing something, at least latter involved temporarily having something. Honestly, she was tired of running from it but terrified nonetheless. Of course she could try and find a new home but it seemed the excitement of moving grew less effective as a deterrent after each attempt. Perhaps it was simply time to accept the inevitable and face her fear of being hollow.

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A Revealing Glimpse

Postby Kamilla on June 10th, 2019, 4:05 am

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Although Kamilla could never really manage to pinpoint exactly when the empty feeling started, she did know one thing, it had never happened prior to losing her only family and fleeing Sunberth. It was something she’d thought on many times in the past few weeks, though she was quite certain it had nothing to do with the lawless city and everything to do with having a family. It had been so long since she’d not been alone that even their faces came in flashes rather than moving memories, but still, she missed them and the pain of the loss made itself known whenever she was alone.

While a solution to her emptiness would have been greatly appreciated, welcomed and sought after, Kamilla knew it was a lot to ask of the world that had, up till now, given her nothing without payment in blood and sweat. All she was asking for was some guidance, a direction to head in, a light at the end of the tunnel... hope. Hope that she could one day get rid of the persistent emptiness, but while she’d met several people who’d gained a God’s favor, it seemed she couldn’t even gain the favor of luck or mercy. It was beginning to seem like she would never find relief from the hollow feeling, only distraction.

Shaking herself from her depressing thoughts, Kamilla looked around, noting that she’d arrived on a rather large beach with a fair mixture of rock and sand. The location seemed to match the description she’d been given. Treasure Point.

Earlier in the season, Kamilla had learned about a beach that was part of The Maw, where odd, ancient and sometimes valuable objects often washed up on shore, hence the name. The directions themselves had been simple enough “Head past the Tidepool Bar along the coast, then follow along until you come upon a large rocky beach.” It had been a longer walk than expected.

As the emptiness had begun to make itself known once again, Kamilla had decided to go and see this ‘Treasure Point’ for herself, out of curiosity but more in hopes of finding a suitable distraction for the day. Of course, scouring a beach for ancient anything could only hold her attention and distract her for so long and Kamilla knew she’d have to face the hollowness soon enough.

”I think we’re here Yen...” The words were muttered from beneath her makeshift scarf hood, Kamilla placing the yowling down on the sand to allow her to walk for a bit,

At first glance there was nothing valuable or even interesting immediately visible to her, which was expected from a beach that people surely frequented. She’d hoped that the mini hurricane would have washed up more objects for her to find, but even if they had, it would seem that others had beaten her to it.

Discouraged but not deterred, Kamilla decided a small searching of the beach wasn’t out of the question, after all, they’d walked all this way. Besides, she needed the distraction.

”Come on Yen, let’s see what there is to be found. Keep your eyes open.” Kamilla was sure she saw the cat give what she assumed to be a catty rolling of the eyes disguised as a ‘meow’ but paid it no mind. Yennefer had always been so full of personality, more even than many of people she’d met.

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A Revealing Glimpse

Postby Kamilla on June 10th, 2019, 4:35 am

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After an entire bell of casually searching the beach for anything of interest, Kamilla and Yennefer had found a giant load of nothing, there had been several remnants of things that looked like they might once have had value, but they were all in pieces now. The sun and heat were no ally to the duo’s treasure hunt either, forcing them to take breaks in the shade of the tree line twice since their search began and now it was time for their third recess.

”Treasure Point, Yen. That’s what they called it... though all we’ve found was broken pottery and a decent looking chest that’s far too big for us to carry. Pity.”

Of course, when stumbling upon the half buried chest during their search, Kamilla had eagerly opened the container in hopes of finding something great, excitement had run through her like a pulse, but immediately died down when the chest revealed itself to be empty. Just her luck.

The chest itself had been decent enough and Kamilla would have liked to keep it, it had interesting patterns carved into its would and looked to be in great condition, but it was just far too cumbersome for herself and her pet cat to carry back to Syka. Often she wished that her cart could traverse sand, this was one of those times.

”I wonder if Lars would borrow me one of those ashta of his, they could probably pluck that chest up and carry it back with ease.” The words were spoken as Kamilla took a seat in the shade of a palm tree at the edge of the tree line, though she was honestly just speaking for the sake of speaking, she barely knew Lars beyond their business interactions and she doubted the possibility of an ashka rental in general. Yennefer did not seem to care at all, already curled up and falling asleep on the shaded ground.

Taking a swig of her waterskin and feeling that it was now near empty, Kamilla simply reached within herself, tapping her inner energy and allowing it to slowly pour out of her in the form of glistening lavender res from her upturned palm. ”Well, I give up for the day, it turned out to be pointless. Let’s head home after a little break, Yen.” As she spoke, Kamilla separated the res into to desperate balls of energy, the first flattening out and then curving upward around the edges before being transmuted into a shallow stone bowl and falling an inch to the ground. The second then came, halving itself as well before being transmuted into clean water, filling the bowl for Yennefer while the second half was directed into her waterskin as a refill.

Since arriving in Syka, Kamilla had found more and more uses for her Reimancy, all of them mundane but a welcome reprieve from simple but strenuous tasks.

Taking another refreshing swig of her, now full, waterskin and watching Yennefer eagerly lap up her water as well, Kamilla couldn’t help but feel disappointed at the day’s outcome. Even now she could feel the empty feeling creeping in, her attempt at distraction having failed. It seemed that even a short reprieve from her troubles was too much to ask.

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Postby Kamilla on June 10th, 2019, 5:08 am

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Given the lacklustre outcome of their miniature expedition, Kamilla was feeling somewhat defeated, ready to head back to Syka but dreading the long walk it was going to take to get there. It annoyed her that she’d traveled all this way to find nothing, but then she wasn’t entirely surprised either. It seemed the Gordon women were cursed to live unlucky and lonely lives.

Kamilla recalled her grandmother, Circe, telling her that luck was too vague a force to rely on and that she should instead focus only on herself as a force, being the only reliable way of getting what she wanted. Wise words, but Kamilla had always felt that it was more of an adopted philosophy her grandmother used to motivate herself despite how unlucky they were. As for proof of a ’bad luck curse’ Kamilla had always felt her gran and mother’s identical circumstances when it came to men was all the proof she’d needed. Of course as someone who knew a reasonable amount about magic, she didn’t accept the idea of a curse realistically, but that didn’t stop the thoughts from keeping into her mind during especially unlucky circumstances. Both her gran and mother had found men that they’d fallen in love with in their youths, fallen pregnant with a daughter and then been left to raise that daughter completely alone. The pattern was all but plain to see and a bit difficult to dismiss as merely coincidence, at least to her, though Kamilla herself could not have been less interested in finding someone or becoming a parent.

While ruminating about her bad luck and that of her mother and gran’s, Kamilla’s ears were greeted by a noise from above, one that made her heart sink for a moment as she whipped around to find the source of the horrid sound in the tree above... a monkey.

If Kamilla had been skeptical about a curse, the appearance of the monkey seemed like a definite confirmation, a bad omen, at least to her. She hated monkeys.

It had been only a season earlier that she’d been attacked by an entire troupe of crazed Wanolo Baboons and had barely survived, thanks to the assistance of a young kelvic dog. The encounter had left her bruised, wounded and with a slight limp for most of the season, but she’d finally recovered now.

Fortunately, the monkey that had appeared was clearly not one of the dreaded Wanolo Baboons, it’s body far smaller and less imposing, though that didn’t make Kamilla any less weary and unsettled by its presence.

At first glance, the monkey seemed to be have light greyish fur with even lighter pale white eyes, but upon closer inspection Kamila noticed it was wearing a pair of oddly tinted but interesting looking spectacles. Of course, it was an odd thing to see, but now Kamilla found herself too preoccupied with how to get the mysterious spectacles from the smaller monkey, hopefully without incurring it’s wrath. She really hated monkeys.

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Postby Kamilla on June 10th, 2019, 12:07 pm

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Not willing to take her eyes off the spectacles primate, Kamilla cast a quick glance at Yennefer in order to gauge the yowlwing’s reaction to the situation, immediately returning her gaze to the monkey once she noticed that the feline was aware of the monkey, watching it intently, but not seeming aggressive or overly bothered. Just in case, Kamilla’s grip on the leather leash tightened, knowing full well that her pet yowlwing had impulsive tendencies.

She needed to figure out how to get the spectacles from the monkey, first considering killing it but quickly deciding against it, that had been exactly how she’d incurred the wrath of the Wanolo Baboons the season before, and while this particular monkey seemed to be alone at the moment, Kamilla wasn’t willing to take that chance.

With killing out of the question, Kamilla would have to think of a less violent solution to her predicament, scaring it off seemed like a bad idea as well, with the possibility of the creature darting odd with the spectacles. Just how would she gain its interest, she needed to lure it in.

Her mind rushed to find a reasonable answer to her problem as she watched the monkey remove the spectacles from its face, now beginning to chew on it curiously. Immediately she perked up as an idea came to mind... food. It had been the fruit in her bag that attracted the Wanolo Baboons in the first place and while she certainly did NOT want a repeat of that catastrophe, it did seem like the best bet for getting what she wanted. Luckily, fruit was abundant in Syka and Kamilla had packed some for the day’s trip.

Using her free hand, Kamilla slowly and carefully reached into her bag, feeling around for some fruit, her hand coming into contact with the familiar curved shape of a banana. Perfect, monkeys loved bananas, right? Pulling her hand from the bag with eyes still trained on the monkey above, Kamilla brought the banana in front of her, slowly peeling it. The monkeys attention already caught.

”Come on, take it.” She whispered in the primate’s direction, watching as the curious creature lowered itself and drew nearer, Kamilla surprised by how well her simple plan was working. Within a few ticks, the monkey was just an arms length away, spectacles in one hand as it cautiously reached for the banana, drawing nearer by the moment.

She’d hold onto the banana until the creature dropped the spectacles in favor for the fruit, though she was already uncomfortable with the close proximity to the wretched creature. Regardless, Kamilla felt her excitement grow as the creature began to reach for the banana again, using the same hand that held the spectacles. It was so close now, she could literally reach out and take them if she didn’t think the act would scare the creature off. And then...

Hissss!

The sound cut through the tension of the moment like an arrow whizzing through the air, Yennefer had apparently had enough of the monkey’s approach and was now baring teeth and flaring her wings, looking quite intimidating. Kamilla mentally cursed her bad luck as the startled monkey hissed back before darting upward and into a higher, out of reach, branch. Instantly, all hope of getting the spectacles vanished into thin air as she could just tell the little monkey was about to flee, which it did, spurred on by some more aggressive hissing and flapping from Yennefer.

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Postby Kamilla on June 10th, 2019, 3:02 pm

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Unfortunate as things seemed, Kamilla watched as the small monkey fled along with any hope of having something to show for her trip to ‘Treasure Point’, her spirit was lifted somewhat by an almost inaudible clink of something hitting the ground nearby. Looking down, Kamilla couldn’t help but thank whatever god or goddess had decided to show her the slightest hint of mercy, finding that the monkey had discarded the odd spectacles upon it’s escape and for a moment, she felt as if things might actually be in her favor.

Jumping from her seated position, Kamilla snatched up the odd looking spectacles, smiling to herself as she turned the object over in her hands. While finding a pair of spectacles wasn’t a miraculous occurrence, she still considered it a win, no matter how small it may have been.

The spectacles were peculiar in appearance, the frame was made of a very thin gold looking metal, perhaps even real gold, and the lenses were small half moon shapes, overall they looked to be quite valuable and in perfect condition of all. Most curiously of all though, was the fact that the lenses were completely opaque and tinted white, a complete lack of transparency as Kamilla attempted to gaze through them. She wondered if they once belonged to a blind person, worn simply as an elaborate accessory. It wasn’t the most incredible discovery, but at least she’d have something to show for her little expedition.

Letting out a loud sigh, Kamilla pulled the animated red scarf, Scarlet, from her head, enjoying the free air as well as the shade provided by the tree and placing the scarf on her lap. ”I guess we could just keep it as a souvenir, Yen.” She began, the grey yowlwing already settled back into her spot, the monkey ordeal entirely forgotten as she stared back at her owner with a complete lack of interest. ”How do they look?”

As she spoke, Kamilla slipped the small spectacles onto her face, her vision going black in an instant, they weren’t transparent so it wasn’t exactly a surprising development, though she couldn’t help but frown at the unnatural complete darkness they caused too, quickly removing the spectacles to ensure that she still had her vision. She did.

Intrigued, Kamilla put the mysterious spectacles on again, this time deciding to look around the jungle instead of at Yennefer but still she saw nothing but darkness, causing her to let out Ann exaggerated sigh, her head dropping to her lap and another frown appearing on her face.

There on her lap, Kamilla could see the scarf golem, Scarlett, alone in a dark abyss, though the golem itself could be seen clearly. The corners of her mouth turned upward, the spectacles were clearly magical, it seemed her luck had changed, at least for the time being.

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Postby Kamilla on June 10th, 2019, 3:30 pm

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Reinvigorated by her new discovery, Kamilla got to her feet, curious to see what else the opaque spectacles would reveal. She threw the scarf over her shoulder, grabbed Yen’s leash and returned to the beach, checking the surrounding area using the spectacles after every few steps. She wasn’t sure what she was hoping for, or even what the spectacles could reveal, but it seemed that at the very least, animated golems were shown when looking through the opaque lenses.

Despite her new method of searching, the second search of Treasure Point went exactly the same as the first, uneventful. The spectacles didn’t reveal anything new, Kamilla being greeted by nothing but darkness every time she put them on. Despite the lack of success, Kamilla continued her search for another five chimes before spotting something curious, yet unremarkable through the lenses.

When looking through the spectacles in the direction of the beach, Kamilla noticed a small fleck of something hovering in the darkness and slowly made her toward the object. As she drew nearer, Kamilla grew less enthusiastic about her discovery, from what she could see, it seemed to be a tiny shard of glass, not exactly a fantastic discovery, but she didn’t let herself be discouraged, determined to see the search through.

Eventually Kamilla found herself standing on top of the tiny glass shard laying in the sand, removing the spectacles and kneeling down to see that the shard was indeed there. Was it a golem? She failed to see how something as small as a shard of glass could be animated into anything useful, so she doubted that it was a golem. Reaching out to retrieve the shard, Kamilla smoothed her hand over the object, brushing away the surrounding sand, only to find that the shard was a lot larger than it seemed, it had simply been buried in the sand.

With a spark of hope in her heart, for the second time that day, Kamilla got to digging the object out of the sand, it wasn’t long before she had gotten a good grip on the glass globe, pulling it from the sand and holding it up to her face expectantly. She’d been wrong about it being a shard, but instead it turned out to be a flawless transparent glass orb, shaking it and peering into it didn’t reveal anything interesting about it, though inspecting the object which appeared through the lenses opaque spectacles told her that it must have been hiding some sort of secret and no matter how insignificant that secret was, Kamilla was determined to uncover it.

By now the sun was getting to her once again, it beat down on the feline and human duo from directly above and Kamilla found herself in need of some shade and a short rest once again if she was going to be able to think straight. Returning to the spot where she’d discovered the spectacles and taking a seat, she held the orb up to her face, peering deeply into as if she’d be able to read its purpose with such a simple act.

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Postby Kamilla on June 10th, 2019, 4:04 pm

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After a frustrating five chimes of staring deeply into the glass orb from all angles, a task made difficult by the objects flawless spherical appearance, Kamilla let out a loud sigh, finally giving up. It seemed her luck for the day had run dry, not that luck was something she had ever relied on, though that didn’t discount its existence. Either way, she was completely out of ideas, she’d tried staring, rubbing, shaking and blowing on the orb, all to no avail.

Despite her complete lack of ideas, Kamilla couldn’t help but think she was going about it the wrong way, though not even a whisper of a solution could be found in her mind. Another sigh. It was times like this that she missed her grandmother, the old mage had been, by far, the wisest person she’d ever met and Kamilla had no doubt that she’d have had a far better idea of what the orb was and how to utilise it. It seemed that even now, years after fleeing Sunberth, Kamilla was still chasing after her role model.

”Circe Gordon...”

The name felt odd on her tongue and ears, she hadn’t heard or said it in as long as she could remember, because she didn’t like the reminder of what she’d done on that night. It was her own arrogance that had gotten her family killed and now she was paying for it with an inevitable emptiness. It didn’t help that she could barely remember her own grandmother’s face either, concentrating on the image as best she could but to no avail.

Now slightly more depressed than before, Kamilla glanced upwards, noticing a swirling motion occurring inside the glass orb, her eyes widening as the swirl of colours settled into an image of what was clearly her grandmother, sitting in her rocking chair in their small old cottage in Sunberth. Kamila felt her insides tighten at the nostalgic sight, holding the orb as close to her face as possible in order to pick out every detail.

After all the years, her memories had decayed and she found herself shocked by the vivid reminder. Her first thought was that her grandmother was alive, a very naive assumption and one that even Kamilla knew was too good to be true. After, all, she’d seen their cottage catch fire and in the orb’s image, it looked exactly as she’d remembered it, down to the abundance of cracks in the walls. Perhaps the image was of the past then, or maybe even just her own memory made visible, though the latter seemed unlikely since the view seemed to be from the top down, Kamilla would have had to be hanging from their feeble roof to have seen the cottage from that exact angle.

Uncertain of whether she was enjoying or hating the mixture of sensations running through her at seeing something so nostalgic, Kamilla chose instead to focus her attention on what exactly she’d done to spur the orb into action.

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Postby Kamilla on June 10th, 2019, 4:29 pm

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Still staring deeply into the orb in an attempt to decipher the image and what exactly she was seeing, be it an image of the past, her own memory or a completely fabricated image, that was somehow freakishly accurate. Regardless of the result, it seemed that the activator was obvious, she’d said her grandmother’s name and been shown an image of her grandmother, so, it stood to reason that stating someone’s name would reveal an image of the mentioned person. Right? It seemed logical enough, in the most basic and obvious way.

Ready to test her theory, Kamilla thought on which name to call out next, the answer being quite obvious. She’d try and catch a glimpse of the only other family member she’d ever had... her mother.

Katherine Gordon...”

Just like the first time, Kamilla closed her eyes and did her best to envision her what she remembered of her weak willed mother’s face and when she opened her eyes the image of her grandmother had been replaced by a swirl of colours that eventually settled into another image. This one, far more interesting than the first.

There, within the orb, Kamilla could see two people, the first was clearly a younger version of her mother than she’d remembered, the resemblance between the woman and herself, striking, while the second was a large man with tanned skin and eyes pure black, holding a bundle of blankets containing a baby.

It was clear that the man was a Chaktawe, his tanned skin and charcoal eyes identical to that of Jehu, whom she’d met only days prior. For a brief moment, she wondered who the man was along with who the dark haired baby in his arms were before it hit her.

Brown eyes widened in shock as Kamilla gave into her assumption, the baby was her and the man... was he her father!?

A hand went to her mouth as she gasped, her insides tightening as if being clenched by a beast of immense strength, as if her heart was in a chokehold. Her mother had always told her that she got her complexion from her father, her mother and gran having been more on the pale side, and the man holding the baby in the image was clearly tan as well. It seemed too much of a coincidence to be true.

Kamilla was unsure of how to feel as her eyes farted between the Chaktawe man, the tan baby in his arms, it’s large eyes clearly not a solid black like the man holding it and then to her mother, noting the loving expression on her face as she gazed down at the baby, an expression Kamilla had only ever seen the woman direct at her, her daughter.

By now her breathing was coming out in ragged gasps, while she’d spent the first few years of her childhood longing to meet her father and being answered with a suspiciously determined denial everytime, by the time she’d reached her teenage years Kamilla had grown bitter due to the feeling of abandonment and lost interest in her father’s existence entirely. Now, a decade later, she could finally see the face of the man that had helped to give her life. It had to be him, there were far too many coincidences at work for it to merely be one.

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Postby Kamilla on June 10th, 2019, 9:10 pm

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Kamilla’s mind felt like it had laid bare and exposed to the hurricane that had hit Syka several days earlier, thoughts ran through her head in such abundance and speed that she couldn’t seem to latch onto any of them for long enough to comprehend what it was trying to say. Of the few that she could hold onto for long enough, there were several questions that stood out.

Was he still alive? Where was he? Why had he left? WHAT was his name? If she was part Chaktawe, what did that mean for her?”

She had no idea what to feel. Excitement, happiness, hope, hatred, fear? All of which were readily available and fighting for the lead role in the play that was her current emotional state. It was an unexpected and overwhelming discovery, an entire aspect of her life that she’d never known anything about had seemingly appeared out of thin air.

The only other thing she knew about her father was that he had been a sailor, or at least that was what her mother had told her.

Still breathing heavily, Kamilla refused to close her eyes in fear of losing the image within the orb, doing her best to commit every single detail of the man’s appearance to memory, in case the orb never showed it again. Unfortunately the man’s name was still mystery to her and no amount of scouring the orb would fix that.

As disappointing as it was to have discovered something so significant but have no realistic way of following the discovery any further, it was not a complete loss. At least she’d learned something about her heritage. She was part Chaktawe, she had to be. It explained why her skin tone was so different to her mother, why her features were somewhat exotic in comparison to the two Gordon’s she’d grown up with. It had to be true.

Still holding the glass orb tightly between her hands, Kamilla took a deep breath, trying to calm the cocktail of emotions she was feeling, she’d gone from feeling empty to lost in the space of a few chimes, which was somewhat of an improvement, at least those who were lost could find their way back.

If she was part Chaktawe, which she was more certain of each time she pictured it, a deep feeling in her gut, her intuition, confirmed it, then according to Jehu, there was some sort of rite of passage that young Chaktawe did to get some guidance from their ancestors or something to that effect. Kamilla wasn’t one to believe in things she didn’t see or understand, but maybe, just maybe, a leap of faith was all she’d need. It was better than the alternative, living a life of hopelessness.

Getting to her feet and taking one final glance at the tanned man in the orb, Kamilla’s gaze went to her mother, a terrible feeling churning in her gut as she remembered how she’d treated her once she’d seen how weak willed the woman was. Of course she regretted it now, but it was years too late. Her eyes began to well up with tears that never fell, the mage steeling herself and her emotions with a deep breath. It was not the time to be sad, for the first time in a long time she had hope, and for that she was grateful.

”I think it’s about time we head back Yen.”

The yowlwing meowed back as Kamilla used her red scarf to wrap the orb and place it in her bag, followed by the opaque spectacles, more than happy with the outcome of her exposition, before finally kneeling down to pluck a lazy looking Yen from the ground. She held the feline in her arms and scratched behind its ears, enjoying the comforting feeling of soft for against her bare skin.

”Thanks for coming along Yen... when we get back I’ll get you some fish.”

Yennefer meowed in what Kamilla assumed to be agreement as the duo began to make their back towards Syka, leaving with two magical items, new knowledge and a lot to think about.

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Items earned from Seasonal Challenged Spring 519AV

Scrying Orb – This glass orb is the size of a human skull seems to be illuminated from within. When a person gazes into its depths, concentrates, and speaks the name of a person, place or thing, the scrying orb will give them a glance of the named person place or thing in a singular non-moving view. This item can be used once per day and is not limited to the person, place or thing to be existing in the present. It can look forward or backwards in time, though the viewer has no control over what the orb shows nor when the orb shows it

Opaque Spectacles – These small spectacles have opaque lenses that resembles a Druvin’s eyes. When the wearer slips the glasses over their eyes, they become blind to everything around them except for things of a magical nature. For example, the wearer would not see a person who is wearing a magical necklace, but would clearly see the magical necklace as if its floating in thin air. The wearer would not be able to determine the nature of the magic in the item they can view without additional magics (such as studying the item with auristics) but they will know an item is magical. Items, creatures, even structures can be revealed by these spectacles
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Kamilla
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