“Curious they would cause such a ruckus,” Hamanu stroked his chin at the thought as dancing lights illuminated his posh study. Normally on an Athas night the room would lack any illumination. After all, light is a trivial thing the Sorcerer-king has no need of, and to risk the priceless texts within to the danger of flames was not worth the risk. And yet, the floating spells danced throughout the study, the human part deep within Hamanu enjoyed such trivial comforts. Before Hamanu, on his desk, was an orb that gleamed in the twinkling light, smoke wisping within. Hamanu waved his hands, forming the chaotic smoke into the image he desired, “With such a group growing in favor, it will help to learn more about them. Fortunately, for me, I am good friends with a few of their members, who are more than willing to share their knowledge with me. Now, let’s learn how they got this far…and what their future plans are…” The smoke filled the glass and the images Hamanu was seeking began to fill them… “Hmm, both seem to come from very “unfortunate” backgrounds. A slave separated from his people, and a banished sorcerer who killed his own family. Still, their individual pasts are not what I seek today. It is the combination that interests me the most…” A flash of light twinkled off of the orb, the shifting memories dashing ahead to the group’s initial meeting.
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“Ah, I know this place,” thought Hamanu as he eyed the image before him, “It would seem our little Halfling friend has made his way to Altaruk, a major trading point between Tyr and Balic. Seems their illustrious price on Alhulaks is still the “best” deal in Athas. Though, it seems, the sorcerer has not yet arrived in this area, though is getting rather close. This should be interesting…”
“Seems interesting that the hafling should meet his Thri-kreen companion within the local tavern, one would suspect it a bit to…’civilized’ for a creature such as he. Still, meddlers often form bands within the confines of a tavern, as if no one could easily learn what they were up to in such a place. Regardless, who is that other man with them…. Hmmm, the halfling’s memories name him “Vance,” and yet further delving also mean that he is actually the man known as Silver. Curious, what is an ancient templar of Kalak doing all the way out here? And is it not true what I’ve heard that he has been banished by his own people somewhat recently?” Hamanu chuckled, “How the mighty certainly have fallen. And look, he is allowing himself to be employed with these others. Their employer, hmm, “Rhotan Vor, the dwarven leader of the trading house Wavir within Alturuk. Seemingly, one of his caravans hasn’t yet returned and is well past due. Interesting a Balican trading house cannot protect its own goods. And it would seem they are also the catalyst for this group of rising youngsters. How intriguing.”
“Hmm, just a few lizards can put a dapper on these two at the moment. Seems even a templar couldn’t protect them. Disappointing for one such as this, but I suppose lesser people could use more help….and the group appears to have met one of those that was traveling with the caravan…Mwahahaa! Is that what I think it is?! A drey that sacrificed its strong arcane powers for….hahah…the spirits?! Oh, that is too rich, a fitting misfit for the group. The Halfling even tells me that the thri-kreen’s clutch was slain and the Drey was abandoned at a young age. What a miserable band of orphans.”
“Still, they seemed to have successfully killed their fellow orphaned Ssurran, I wonder what they would have done if that had known more about it? Probably would have let it join them. Still, they managed the trivial feat of rescuing the lost traders. Hmm, and what a strange and ancient watchtower they have entered… Seems to be hiding something deep below the cellar… but the poor sods couldn’t figure it out and left. Curious, that perhaps warrants some exploration…”
“Ah, it would seem the banished sorcerer has finally arrived to the group, and boy does he have a speech impediment or what. Must have traveled alone for so long that his strength of language was largely lost, how it agitates those around him. With the misfit brigade another man stronger, perhaps lizards won’t pose as much of a threat, especially since they finally have the might of the arcane backing them up, though from what I can tell from the sorcerer, he is too reluctant to use his power at this time with the scars of his past holding him back. What wasted potential….”
“The group decided to once again join with Rhoton Vor to find the Vault of Darom Madar. Hunting down a destroyed trading house’s wealth certainly could make some good coin. Too bad they have to split it with the foolish dwarf. Based on this lizard attack, I doubt he or his men could even have posed a threat to the group outside the city walls, but I sense that they do not. I wonder if it is all the deaths in their pasts that make them reluctant to use such violence to get ahead.”
“Still, seems one more member isn’t much help when the Templar leaves, as the group got nearly swept by an ambush by some wanted criminals, how they survived this long to revive a primordial is still unknown. Seem, though, that a Tiefling came to assist them in fighting off the criminals, but with so many against him (with the group badly beaten already) even his efforts barely turned the tides. It seems that his name is Auren. I believe I recognize that name, he runs some sort of Assassin guild within Tyr. Based on his display here, it is no surprise that it seems to be a shambling guild. Still, this Auren fellow did give the party a pinch of the profits. Stange for an assassin to share, you’d think he would have just killed them. “
“Seems the group has arrived at the small bastion of Silver Springs a small hamlet led by Toramund. And what do you know; they need to speak with him for information on the location of the vault, as well as to report that something is going on with Toramund’s son, Ravee. The group was told to deliver a letter that was encrypted and not for their eyes…and well they peeked. How considerate. While Toramund is a decent warrior, and this group is not much of a threat, but he is still a fool. Meeting with them with no guards or intermediaries? That’s a good way to become dead. Still the group used Toramund’s son against him, and got the information that was needed in return for giving a letter to Ravee. And oh, more for the group, a human mage and Drey blackguard. How quaint. Seems the party didn’t even notice the House Tsalaxa signet ring on the man. Though, I would guess, they hardly know much about such things, as they are all wanderers in their own rights…though if I recall Tsalaxa were the ones who wanted the wealth of Darom Madar and killed the whole trading company for it. This should be interesting.”
“Ah the dangers of the road, and yet the group still found the Vault. With the dwarves of the caravan waiting outside, the group ventured within. The dead within seem strangely restless; I wonder if it’s because of the Tsalaxa member amongst them? Still, the group cut its way through. However, the Tsalaxa member snuck through the final door by himself and posed an ambush. Clever, but the unfortunate fool forgot to calculate that the dead was all rising to fight the intruders, and turned his back on Darom Madar whom killed him while the group passed out from a sleep spell. Seems soliloquies are not a good choice in dangerous situations. Strangely enough, Darom Madar left the sleeping group alone, was it due to the fact they were no longer a threat to the treasure while also not being members of Tsalaxa? Still, the treasure was too good of a lure, after all it was their goal, and Darom Mador attacked. Well, along with most of the fights this group tends to get themselves into, the group found themselves in dire straits. My favorite part was when the Wight fell and they actually thought they had defeated it. Got to love a good Wight, still when the sorcerer gave in to his true defiling power, they managed to prevail. “
“The treasure is meaningless to me, but more interesting was the being trapped with the crazy Darom Madar. A skeleton named Ra’zeem that seems to be an ancient remnant from the past. This skeleton’s powers seem to echo something I saw long ago….but never since then. Intriguing find… It may have proven useful if it wasn’t so bonkers. Perhaps that is the remnant that Kalak once threw out of his city? Regardless, they could use the powerful healing arts that the skeleton seems to possess, strange for a dead thing to possess the power of healing…almost ironic I suppose. But, all things do die.”
“And the group makes it to their drop off area of Tyr. Sure they lost a few dwarves when Tsalaxa’s hired goons attacked, but the wealth is now theirs. Too bad Rhoton Vor didn’t split it per person, or they would have made a lot more money. Still, now they were once again without a job. Seems they did deliver the message to Ravee, after that elven lad robbed them, but from my future delving it seems they have yet to give Ravee’s response to Toramund. The group seems to care little for those who choose to not have a father instead of losing them.”
“The group has attracted the attention of other merchant houses as the House Shom representative approached with an offer to find a caravan that was heading towards the Face in the Stone, a subject Sarhan busied himself with. Ah, and here is the group facing Sarhan, one of my weaker templars, and the expected result came true. Well, the thri-kreen fled leaving his friends to their fates. How unfortunate, seems Silver still is a busybody in Tyr and caused Sarhan to flee before he could finished placing all of the marks. A pity…”
“So the group was sent licking their wounds into the desert to the Face in the Stone. After freeing the helpless caravan members (except the ones thrown into the swirling sandstorm and dying), the group had to enter a bellowing sandstorm. Seems whatever lies within the Face does not want to be found by someone. The Face was a bit lackluster for a remnant of the past. Time certainly was unkind to this place. Still, the designs echoed those of the Yuan-ti, only some things, like the cauldron of wind, hinted it may have been a joint expedition. Or another breed, as the bones hinted the snake-best may have had wings. Still, those subtleties passed the party by as they instead claimed a few ancient items of value. Well, to them at least. Curious as well was the amount of water the place held. An aquifer must lie deep below. It also turns out that the Drey not being marked wasn’t that much off a loss as the fool died to the sorcerer’s sheer magical power. Looks like the spirits couldn’t protect the poor sod from real power. Strangely enough, if the skeleton they had hadn’t sacrificed himself to revive the sorcerer from death, the Drey may have lived….probably not though.”
“Still, the party was not the only one seeking the secrets within the Face, as another group that called themselves the Red Chord approached them. However, while the group wanted to team up with the Red Chord, the Red Chord had other plans. While the party was attempting to recover from a battle with some myconids, the Red Chord struck. Except the human named Silva, who tried to keep the party safe as she did not believe in what the Red Chord were doing. Seems the sorcerer had a soft spot for her, too bad she died by her old companions. Still, she probably provided enough of a distraction to save the group.”
“Though those were the only others seeking the treasure, seems a young lad too was intrigued at the promise for power. This little boy even could wield magic, his name seems to be Ty’lum’this. A bit delusional in thinking he’ll ever be a future sorcerer-king if he gets defeated by these goons. And if he keeps himself from defiling, then I would have to say all chances fall. Seems though that, even despite attacking the group, they see something in him…. Curious. The treasures within the Face were a broken sword blade and a broken crown piece. However, even broken things can hold much power. The crown piece could even speak to its holder. The group seemed to chagrin it, however, and gave it to the sorcerer. Why do they all fear power so much? It really is no wonder they seem to do so poorly.”
“And the cost of this crown piece, the Drey and the Halfling. Though luckily for the Halfling and myself, his death was merely a momentary thing. Seems the young lad Ty’lum’this has a few rare tricks up his sleeve, and knowledge of the ritual to raise the dead. That is a well kept secret amongst most who know it…I wonder where the lad had gained such knowledge as well as such expertise. The feat was accomplished with fewer materials than needed. I must watch that boy more closely from now on.”
“Hmm, seems that even Yarnath the skull wanted the remnant of Ul-Athra as his pathetic fortress chased after the group and Ty’lum’this until they reached the safety of town. Pathetic, if that lich had any power whatsoever, these miscreants shouldn’t have been able to avoid capture.”
“The party returns to get rested within Tyr, but it seems their escapades are far from over. While investigating a storehouse within that pathetic city, the group was separated by its ghostly apparitions, the ones that fell into the trap were found by slavers and about to be whisked off into slavery. Unfortunately, the Drey and this new tiefling that had already fallen into the trap were rescued by the party and Silver, that constant meddler. The prisoners, in their anger, didn’t listen to Silver though and instead of taking the slaver prisoner, they pushed him into the darkness of Under-Tyr. Seems that branch of the slave trade wouldn’t end that day.”
“Silver was investigating a suspected slave trader named Gavan Sul, a name that sounds too close to comfort. Seems I may have some business with a certain someone I know… still, he was not caught so even if it is related no links were made. Good. Silver then told the party about a cavern deep within Under-Tyr that was once the prison of the Yuan-ti. Seems with Kalak gone, the magical seal entrapping them was beginning to fade, and people were once again going missing. This sounds like the Face in the Stone, and so the party and their new Tiefling friend, who seems far to jolly and naïve, went to investigate.”
“The threats of Under-Tyr certainly seemed to have kept the party busy. Though their tiring battles interest me less than what they found. First, they discovered something I long though would never see the light of day again. This thing was actually the prison of a man named Knox, a foolish wizard from the old age. I know not why the other sorcerer-kings feared him so, but they imprisoned him in this cubic prison for all eternity. Still, while annoying for the group, I feel no threat from Knox’s appearance. The other discovery was the upside-down pyramids of an ancient yuan-ti clan. The serpents seemed to have etched their imprisonment quite well, but seemed eager to escape. Though, they welcomed the group more peaceably then I would have expected, though I suspect that the Crown of Dust had something to do with that.”
“Led by the abomination named S’esh’a’sesh whom, after a period of silent meditation with the crown pieces, seems to have decided to give them all the pieces to hunt for the final one. Strangely enough, and not that they knew. I had knowledge of where that final piece could be discovered. Still, the other revelation for the group was that those tht drank from the magic pools within the face in the stone had to drink an antidote or be permanently transformed into one of their slaves. The sorcerer vouched to instead finish the transformation into a pureblood with some of the clerical sister’s assistance. The Halfling vouched to drink the antidote. Some would say that the sorcerer became a snake creature to help distance himself from the parents he forcefully lost by his own hands, and accept this as a new family. But then again, I don’t really care.”
“The unfortunate thing about being deep underground is that you have to climb back up eventually, and the path that they took out was filled with danger. Ancient traps thwarted several members a few times, but they all somehow survived. Where they ended up is even better information though, as they arrived inside Tyr’s Royal Gardens. An interesting tidbit if I ever need a special plan orchestrated in the city. And who do they run into, “King” Tithian himself! Tithian apparently is just another fool wandering around with only a vizier as protection? And they led the party live? Even the Vizier was shocked! I’d hope that man had a plan, because at the moment he seems to be a prime target for an assassination, especially with all this recent knowledge I have obtained. Luckily for the group, meddlesome Silver was there to get them out of the enclosed part of the city, for I fear their luck would otherwise not be maintained.”
“Or would it? It would seem that their tiefling friend was hiding another secret, the fact that he could change his form, a terrifying prospect for trusting and unaware fools. And it was going to become a useful tool when they received a mysterious invitation to the Blacksun Villa that was marked for someone named Scrythe Neriom. Apparently this figure is well known in the Tyr region? Known enough for the tiefling to look enough like him to sneak into a party I presume.”
“This party wasn’t a very ordinary party, however, as it was led by a sslad bent on secretly expanding his influence. The party, and this Scrythe Neriom fellow [who challenged the tiefling to prove himself], managed to defeat the Sslad, but to do so the tiefling defiled and slaughtered almost all at the party to fell the chaotic beast. Amazing what embracing power can do, though they still have a long way to go. The party gladly threw the blame onto Scythe Neriom who seemed a bit too happy to be labeled as a defiler as he fled away. Still, two people know the truth, a woman named Adai Dethersan and a small child that lost he parents in the slaughter (her father was actually the man whose body was taken over by the Sslad). This Adai, who has always been active in Tyr’s political going-ons adopted the child to rescue it from its future as a poor orphan. Though Adai’s eyes spoke volumes on what she knew had happened, seems this group could have yet another enemy.”
“Speaking of enemies, what happened next should have been the fool Yarnath’s best chance for revenge. It would seem that a man named Kivrin, a member of that foolish Veiled Alliance was going to hire them to sneak into Yarnath’s fortress to steal back another piece of the crown, the Blood Jewel. A truly foolish expedition, as any lich of worthy power would easily have caught them and been rid of them. Especially with one as egregious as the new Drey that was joining them from House Shom, the rejected one of the House. Seems he was a bard that also channeled primal spirits, talk about a oxymoron…. Or just a moron. If that doesn’t demonstrate the foolish nature of the spirits, I don’t know what does. Still, in the invade they rescued some others and stole Yarnath’s treasures as well as the Blood Jewel and fled. Most escaped except for the foolish Drey, who lost his gear and was stranded alone in the desert. How nice of his friends to wait for the now marked individual. They also had a new powerful weapon that called itself Lilarcor. A annoying sword, but it has a decent amount of power. Surprised the group even wanted it, since they tend to chagrin such things. Though one of the prisoners the group saved did try to destroy it, the fool.”
“Left out in the desert with a dying friend, the grand city of Urik was the closest place to seek respite. Or at least, that is what I lead the group to believe. Urik was tied for proximity to other places, but I had use for the group. I was going to be visited by my dear compatriot, the Dragon, however, a foolish vagabond named Marrow sought to use my restricted time with the Dragon as a means to destroy my city. The fool had little idea the means I would use to save my people and city! Enlisting them was easy as my good friends the sorcerer and the halfling were all too willing to do it. It’s nice to have such devotion from those below you. However, the foolish group made terrible investigators and some of them just wanted to sit on their butts. So, in the end, I had to rely on the halfling and sorcerer to get things done. While the foolish Marrow thought he could enrapture and slay the people of my city and the group, I released a meager amount of my power through the lion tattoos on the haflling and sorcerer. So inspired by my magical prowess, the two awakened their group with powerful blows to Marrow and together they…barely succeeded. And I am a man of my word and I gave them a reward I promised them, the map to their third piece of the Crown of Dust. As well as saved them from the rampaging crowd.”
“Off they went in search of the piece, leaving behind their tiefling friend who had some business to attend to. And fortunately, the drey was called back to House Shom for use in another trading expedition, that fools guttural music was enough to annoy me even through these lad’s memories. Instead, they received another drey, why do they attract so many of these lizards? I swear lizards and this group must have some mysterious connection. Anyways this Drey was from a noble family and was all about the money. Still, money could potentially come from such an adventure. With this drey was another man seeking wealth as well. The others seemed less interested in such things, and so I suppose they may have made a decent combination. Well, if their personalities didn’t clash so much.”
“To arrive at their destination, they first passed through a small village called Freedom; there they once again met Silver, posing as Vance, who let them enter the village peaceably. Still, something seems off about Silver this time, its almost as if his confidence was lost even through the fragments of this memory. Still, that is of little import, as a man named Da’sair who said that he could lead them through the mountain to their destination. As, it seems, Da’sair and the group had a similar destination in mind. So the group went with this scholar through the Mausoleum of Shiivarm, a most interesting choice in path, as many demons reside within that forsaken temple. Inside, they fought many demons, and even argued over which key to use on a door, a glimmering orb or a frozen bolt of lightning. The group decided on the orb, though it left the Drey’s companion very unhappy, now what’s behind that door!”
“ARGHH, I can’t see anything it’s all hazy. Something powerful must lie within to counter my ritual, I am now more curious than ever. Perhaps this warrants further investigation or interview. What could possibly hide itself within their minds like this? I have a clear image of when they left, and they now have a mysterious machine of sorts with them, the orb lodged into its chest cavity. Strange…”
“Regardless, the group also ran into another demon, only this one is much more prominent. Dorgoth’nimair, a name I know. This demon prince relishes on chaos, a thing I hate, and seeks something I don’t want him to find. I have the upper hand in this, but the risk seems to be growing, as even in this memory the demon is discovering one such artifact. The fact he let this cocky group live is a bad sign, perhaps I am not the only one with need of such tools.”
“After that foul demon, the group appeared before the frozen pillar that lies through the entire Mausoleum, staring at the frozen beast within. It is another demon I loathe, but I am glad that he is his makeshift prison. It is hard to maintain order with such being roaming about; though this one was imprisoned long ago…I am unsure as to when or why. The group is just lucky that it was for it surely would not take prisoners. “
“Da’sair wasn’t lying when he said he could get the group through, though it was a dangerous path it did make the journey much shorter for them, as they arrived in the Forest Ridge near the Temple of the Sky Serpent., where my map indicated. It was here that they rested with a pleasant tribe of Halflings led by a Halfling woman named Chenna. She was suspicious of the group, but allowed them to stay and rest for a night. However, Chenna warned the group to leave by the morrow as Athas’s two moons were about to align and they would be unable to protect them. Of course, this group decided to meddle instead, and sought to help the tribe, and Da’sair said that the very event was why he had come.”
“The next day arrived and as the moons aligned, grisly green lights emanated from the Temple of the Sky Serpent, opening the pyramid’s doors and releasing the yuan-ti within to hunt for prey. It was at this time the group snuck into the Temple. However, they soon found themselves prisoners of the one named Shieer, a half-blood that was leading one half of the temple’s seemingly civil war. The one whom accompanied the Drey grew angry and broke out of his cell, only to be skewered by poisonous bolt. The others awaited Shieer patiently, and he enlisted them to aid him in their cause or die.”
“Naturally, the group sided with Shieer, but fortunately for them he was the seemingly softer side of the war. His opponent, Sha’kzitz, was apparently attempting to ascend into godhood, if this snake’s testimony was to be believed. And with such power, Sha’kzitz sought to destroy all who opposed the yuan-ti. With the help of a studious yuan-ti named Tar’shiel, who merely wanted the library spared, the group was able to directly approach Sha’kzitz and challenge him. Sha’kzitz held mighty power, but in his cocky underestimation of the group, he accepted their challenge and transformed into a giant behemoth of a snake. However, magic can defeat any foe, and the snake fell into its final slumber as the group mounted and slew the creature. Though, had it not been through such a fortunate spell, the fight surely would have been lost. Da’sair obtained this book he was looking for. Seems these two didn’t get a very good look at it, but secrets to godhood would be a most valuable tome to my collection. Were it not the fool wasted it all in one second attempting to read the passage and creating an explosion that destroyed the wall of the temple, releasing the yuan-ti and the group, as well as destroying Da’sair and the book. Fools, all.”
“And with great victory comes great defeat for this band as the forest was now under attack by another foe. Apparently the little Chenna was hiding another big secret as she was the guardian of one of the largest tree of life I have seen. It was being assaulted by a pathetic moon priest named Maxlixoco, a weak child of the weak king Tektuktitlay. Still, such a tree could potentially give Tektuktitlay a powerful new tool. Though fortunately Maxlixoco is a fool and was defeated by the group was with the help of the yuan-ti, Halflings, and even that Ty’lum’this fellow. Intriguing to discover that the boy attempted to thwart Maxlixoco’s plan, and it was revealed the two are brothers. Seems Tektuktitlay has some dissent in his ranks and family. How fitting, though it certainly explains the Childs passion of becoming a sorcerer-king. Too bad he has had such a weak example of one.”
“However, Maxlixoco managed to salvage his life in taking that of the tree’s. A waste of its power! The Halflings looked lost and Chenna fell to her knees, her duty failed. Now, her portion of the forest, she said, would slowly wither and die away. The yuan-ti, as a peace offering, promised to assist in any way they could to slow down the process. However, Chenna made it clear that even at their best, the forest would die without another tree of life. The wood would be a great loss for the economy especially with the slaves and scouts the Halflings provide. Perhaps something must be done….”
“The group left, promising to return if they discovered anything that would help. That Ty’lum’this fellow once again suprising me, this time with a ritual of teleportation, and knowledge of two circles of such. Where does he obtain such information? Perhaps I should get a mark on that boy as well. Still, the portal only took the group to a small house in Tyr. Only now, they had the full crown, the final piece was donned by the dead Sha’kzitz. It whispered to the sorcerer to head into the Sea of Silt on the far side of Athas. They had quite the journey ahead of them. And with the Drey leaving part way on the journey, and apparently forming a business in Balic with a mysterious fellow named Timald Shart at his parents request. From the memories, I believe that Timald is a gnome, but that seems impossible. Could any of them have survived? “
“Gaining a small skiff, the group made it into the Sea of Silt, the vast expanse hiding a multitude of horrors, such as the Silt Horror which happened to attack them. However, it seems rumors that Ul-Athra spawns such creatures may indeed be close as the creatures stopped upon the crowns pleading. With the crowns assistance, the group arrived at Waverly. The city was lost long ago during the Red Age, and yet it managed to stay well intact. The group pushed through its iron gates, and proceeded to the town’s square where the strange statue of the woman with the snake-like lower body dwelled. Putting the crown-piece into her hand, water release from the pot the statue was holding and through her scales. This act also opened up a secret stairwell that led beneath the silt. From within this small enclosed space, one could see the sea. If it had been water, it would have been a marvelous sight, but instead, the only image was a few silt horror tentacles that went by. Placing the crown onto the altar caused the Blood Jewel atop it to gleam, shaking the ground mightily. The quake caused the stairwell to close, and entrapping the group and destroyed the crown.”
“And thus, Ul-Athra is now freed. Ul-Athra warped them through the sands and aboard a vessel that would take them to Balic where the group headed for Tyr. Apparently, the primordial had to rest to restore itself to its former glory, so it would be unable to help them for awhile, leaving the group to its own wishes now. On their journey to Balic it seems they dropped by the Blue Shrine, though the images from the sorcerer get hazy here, so I know little of what happened when he sat on the shrine, and the Halfling only reveals that he sat on the throne and saw Ra’zeem. Regardless, I am now up to date to their doings, as they arrived safely in Tyr, each person taking a sort break to clear up something they had to do.”
“Further study, I believe, is required into these fellows. Their goals are still unclear, but they have attracted the attention of many powerful, and weak, individuals. I shall ask them again when I have time.” The orb faded back into its translucent self, and Hamanu walked out of his study. Which each step, one of the dancing lights faded out into darkness once again, and Hamanu turned and locked away his treasures. “Yes, they can expect another friendly visit soon,” Hamanu said to himself as he left to arrange a meeting with his people as the sun rose on his city.