Nations on the Move
Brandis and Telm
After breaking the siege on New Haven, the group retires for the night in the city. After a good nights rest, the town decided to throw a celebration in the companions honor. Most of the group was in the misted of the crowd. But Telm was on the outskirts of the crowd and celebration, enjoying only his one mug and no other company. As the night continued on a figure approached Telm, it was a plain man wearing simple clothes while his brown hair dangled slightly in his eyes. He approached and waved to Telm like he knew him. Telm squinted at the stranger and realized something…..it was Brandis!
“Greetings Telm, I noticed that you aren’t celebrating with the rest of the group. Might I ask why?”
“Ahh, friend Brandis, a pleasure to have your company. I fear I may have broken your customs with my lost thoughts. If I am required back at the party I understand….”
Telm waits a moment but when Brandis merely sits at his side he breaths a soft sight of relief like wind threw a willows branches.
“Brandis, I fear I must leave for a time…not now but soon. I have received word that the Shard Seers of Siberys have glimpsed an inkling of the vision I spoke of before…I fear for us all but I must compare what they have seen to my own visions.”
Telm seems to breath a sigh of relief that he found such a peaceful happy moment to tell a companion what has been troubling him so of late.
“I am sure you have not come to hear my troubles however, with so much merrymaking in the air. What is it this old shrub can do for you?”
Brandis waves his hand dismissively.
“No Telm I have not come for advice of any sort, I have just come to enjoy a companions company since it seems everyone else is caught up in the festivities.”
As Telm explains the situation, Brandis calmly puts one of his hands on Telm’s ‘shoulder’.
“I am most sorry for your news Telm, if there is anything I can do please let me know. You will be missed by the group, some more than others I suppose, but overall missed.”
Brandis friendly taps his jug of what looks like regular water against Telm.
“So Telm, is there anything else on your mind since we seem to have the whole night to ourselves?”
Telm takes a moment of silence to collect his thoughts, “I merely wonder what we are to do now. I am no longer a diplomat to this land and know little or it besides. Friend Alister’s term as leader to these people draws to a close and we will all be free to travel beyond this place…as fine as it is. I simply wonder for where and for why? My absence should be short so I suppose that lends itself to my senseless wondering. That when I do leave and later return I will know what part of this land to scour for my few friends.”
Picking a caterpillar from his beard and summarily enjoying its nourishing form, Telm sighs a lonely sigh, “I also wonder about some of the others. What is the purpose that drives them as we seem to wonder so aimlessly sometimes…since my mission ended and with it the orders of Sanden and Syfka to lend me support…I feel so lost. In my own lands my place is plain, I serve my people with spiritual matters, train the youth to understand the ways of our land, and try to serve Siberys as best I can. Now all that gives my purpose are these vile visions of what is to come…I have lost sight of what we are to accomplish as a group…what drives us…”
It is obvious this is a matter that has trouble Telmerand for some time. The once stout tree-being that served as a font of support is now withered and weak. The omens weigh heavily on his mind and his distance from his people and his friends does little to raise the ragged flag of his being.
Brandis ponders for a moment, watching Telm calmly, then shrugs. “To be honest Telm, I haven’t the slightest clue why I am still here. Maybe it is because I really have nothing to go back to…or maybe something even sadder than that. But I do know this, I feel welcome with the group and I can only wish you feel the same among them.”
Brandis shrugs again. “Maybe you do need to go back to your lands for a time, maybe your people need you or something along that line. But know this, you will always be welcome back into these lands even if nobody else says it but me.”
He waves his free hand around while his other holds his drink. “Mayhaps Sanden and Syfka will miss your wise words, which they most surely will. And I know I will miss your loyal companionship regardless that you know little of me.”
Brandis smiles and pats Telm on his ‘back’. “You just do what think is right for you Telmerand, and I’ll respect your decision regardless. Everyone deserves happiness.”
“I believe this place is best for me, it gives me much insight into the mission I have been given by my people. I can see how many races work together and in unity in a strong stable and working government. Few of my kind are so welcome in these lands as I…but there are more pressing matters than empowering Xen’drik…these dark portents say many will die and I need to unlock its secrets while there is yet time. I will leave for my homeland, but worry not it is only for a time and I will return…I hope whatever I learn from the Seer’s lends me strength…I will need it for what is to come. Just knowing I have a friend like you brightens my view of the future, I thank you for that Brandis”
Telm lends Brandis a sight not seen in two years, the bright and true smile of the Wilden Telmerand.
Brandis straightens a little more at Telms words. “Well I am glad to have you as a friend as well Telm, may our future be bright despite the shadows to come.” Brandis lifts his jug and drinks.