Lux Family/Tugomir Bribir/Exodus to Madina

This is a set of roleplays evolving around the life of Tugomir Bribir Lux. This sections covers Tugomir's escape from Golden Farrow, voyage to Madina and reclaiming the lost regions of isle of Madina. The roleplays succeed in chronological order and take place in YD 15 and 16...

As the sun was setting upon the the golden city and shadows getting darker, a hooded shape embarked on "Nightingale", a trading carrack that was just setting out of the Farrow haven. Morekians were on guard at the port, but the man evaded them with ease. After all, he knew the port like the back of his pocket. Tugomir nodded to the captain, and climbed the bow to have a last glance on Golden Farrow. The city reeked of death, and fires of looting and pillaging were shining in the dusk. A tear rolled down his cheek, but he wiped it instantly. His thoughts circumvented the city, flew over the Mech Forest, across vast plains of Wynwest all the way to city of Via and Priestess Sofia. He whispered a short prayer to Radenem, to give courage in time of need, to remnants of Caerwyn who shall soon join with Asylon, and to priestess who is to lead them. Tugomir wished there is something more that he could have done, but his resourcefulness failed him miserably. Perhaps elements shall succeed where steel could not. Tugomir delved deeper into thought. He had no idea what to expect from the expedition Helm organized, but unconciously, his hand gripped the tarnished battleflag of the Southern Knights which he kept hidden under the hood. Nightingale was already catching first wind, giving speed to crafty ship. It was spring amd Notus kept whipping the sails mercilessly, promising a swift voyage. "Two days to Port Raviel?", Tugomir asked rhetorically, a grim smile passing over his weathered face.

Nightingale glided along deep blue surface with both elegancy and speed. The wind was favourable, and with cape of Panamana behind him, where Luthor Lux was engulfed by storming sea, Tugomir felt at ease. Already the towers of Madina could be picked out in the distance, sprouting proudly above the bustling port. Another hour passed, and city of Madina sprang to life. Traders were vividly striking deals, and the great market was brimful of colours. Such a contrast to the death that was sown in Golden Farrow, Tugomir thought, with an uneasy shadow on his brow. The outer port seemed to have been built on quays, with many intersecting canals, some of wich led to the womb of Madina itself. The canals were navigated by small sickle-like ships, which effectively transferred people and goods in and out. Tugomir sent messangers to inform the Duke of his arrival, while he disembarked to inspect the harbour further.

There seem to have been no end to Tugomir's surprises in Madina. After inspecting the unique canal layout and piers in port of Madina, he soon started for Tower Fatmilak. His retinue was rather small when they entered Madina Gardens. It was mid of the mediterranean summer, and the gardens in full blossom. Tugomir let his gaze relax for a while and wander to flora his eye had never seen. Even to a weathered trooper like himself, the beauty of the Gardens untarnished was striking. In all of Dwilight he has seen no place like it. Arrival of scouts woke him from daydreaming. "Reports of monster hordes. Well, some things stay the same no matter where you go", he thought to himself nonchalantly. There was no time nor means to deal with them now. Tugomir pressed on to find an in for the night. Tomorrow he will strike for Lugagun.

Another night in the Gardens. The nearby jungle of Lawatailing sounded very lively at night, depriving Tugomir of sleep, and the heat was unbearable. Ever since he arrived from Golden Farrow, he sweat like a pig, the very air, humid and damp, seemed to have twisted his thoughts more often than not. His new unit of archers didn't seem to mind much though, most of them slept on bedrolls like logs. They mostly came from the Tower, and wore long but light robes which shielded them from burning sun with suprising efficiency. Tugomir will send someone to get him a robe like that tomorrow, whilst his own leather armour felt heavy and awkward. They whispered of Estianna occasionaly, must be some pagan goddess, Tugomir thought. There is a great work to be done here by priesthood of the elements. Dozing off slightly, a tiki-tiki screech woke him again. Townland of the Gardens was well behind them, and wilderness of Panabuk was stretching many miles ahead. This is where they were going. Wine cellars at Duke Abbot's palace in city of Madina certainly seemed more pleasant now. He shrugged off a beckoning thought. Tomorrow he must scout all of the isle, so that Gryphons may fly freely. There is so much to do.

The jungle of Lawa was a dark place. In midst of tropical summer it was damp and oozy. And brimful with mosquitos. The flora within it was remarkable, such that Tugomir had never seen in all his years in Wynwest. Giant bamboo, palms and vines especially drove his attention, but time was short. Most of his men were working with the machete; clearing a path where there was none proved a tiresome job. Another torrential downpour did not help either. Scouts were returning, and Tugomir knew the monster lair was a few hours ahead. By dawn they will engage vile beasts. His hand reached for the torn Southern Knights battleflag which was hidden under the hood. Whispering a prayer to Radenem for courage, he decisively pushed his men forward.