Archmage_Cataris
Settling in Altera
It was not long before he and his companions had fled the city, out in the open plains. They did not stop until they had arrived at a river crossing, these were no Mockers but lifetime friends, they knew of his alter-identity and he did not fear that they knew. Haelen Blacklocks stood by his side, the most loyal and steadfast of them all, Pasang Zhao stood ahead of the group in his monk robes, his short stature almost matching the Dwarf Haelen. The three Templar brothers stood back, their tabards dirtied, ripped and bloodied and lastly the final member of the group, Shu Jing, a notorious Admiral turned Pirate. This had been his company on many trips, from the swamplands of Farborough to the blistering frozen wastelands where your biggest enemy is the cold itself. They had endured much and more for a single common goal, their faith. Haelen follows the Goddess of Death, Khali-Shi, Pasang follows the Greater God of Balance, Hom-Shodo, the three Templar brothers are steadfast followers of vengeance, Ka-Hooli and lastly Shu Jing, the Dead God Eortis of the Oceans.
A lone rider appeared in the horizon, the final member of their company, Roland Bucklebolt, the most mysterious and eldest of their group, the very man that raised Lysle. The company had greeted him with open arms, shaking hands and some even hugging him with a pat on the back. It was only a days ride to where they were going, the ship and crew awaited them. Lysle with his mask on had seen Nwalme as he left the Palace, giving a farewell and revealing the location of Gelyks son, whom was secretly still alive. Lysle had revealed to him that the child that was hung by the rope and lit aflame was a starved orphan already dead on the street, they beat his face to a bloody pulp and used his corpse as a hoax in their plot. He had held a final meeting with only a handful of the Mockers, he did not waste time waiting around for the others. The Mockers were becoming a smaller branch and the capital branch would be located off-shore in distant lands.
The company did not tarry in their trip to the coastline, their horses reared as they finally caught a first glimpse of the ship sitting anchored out at sea, a large Galleon worthy of any King or Queen. Many men worked on the sandbanks heaving chests onto small boats and rowing out to the ship, in such chests contains schematics, maps, coin, clothes, weapons and many many books. They kicked their horses and speed towards the ship with haste. Their horses were led away as they jumped onto the sand, their boots sinking slightly, trudging towards a boat Shu Jing ran ahead and began barking orders. Lysle remained unphased and sat in the small rowboat, his boots and trousers soaked by the salt water, his friends sitting around him, all silent. They were rowed out to the boat where Lysle quickly made his quarters the Captains Quarters, although Shu Jing would be commandeering this ship. The others of his company found their beds with the other numerous sailors, but not only sailors but thieves, cut-throats and pirates. One among them was Logan, one of the more notorious and well known thieves on the ship.
Sailors rushed about the ship with hundreds of jobs that Lysle couldn't and wouldn't fathom for the seas were not his kingdom, but the rooftops of cities is where he calls home. The sudden decision to abandon Port Silver came with news of Julianna, apparently she had been sighted in this city they were heading to. Lysle had dreamed of this moment since the very time she betrayed him and ordered his execution, and now it was only a few months of sailing away. The Palace hadn't heard word of Lysle in days, his door remaining closed and locked, if the guards were to ram down his door they would find the trail of blood leading out the smashed window, his entire room torn apart but only a single portrait would remain untouched upon the wall, the only thing that was not harmed, staring right back at the door.
