Leaving For Yartar

Animals of all descriptions started flowing into Iser’s grove several days earlier. Some were wounded, but most were hungry. None could speak, but all carried the look of fear and desperation. The healer fed as many as she could, and tended those who could live. And she buried those whose will to live could stand it no longer.

Concerned and disturbed, the lady Iser of KORT send her little kobold out to ferret information. The skies were unusually overcast, in this sacred grove, and this too caused the lady discomfort. The child within her belly grew slowly, as all children do, especially when the parents want them to hurry up and join the world. The healer rubbed her belly, and began to pack absently. Something was wrong - terribly wrong, and although there might be little that she could do, she decided that ‘something’ was better than waiting for disaster to come to her.

The small kobold returned within the day to tell of poisonings and magic gone awry, all beginning in a town called Yartar. Yartar, thought Iser, that town was no more than a fortnight from her, and if the problem was spreading north to her woods, then perhaps the guard ought to know. And, she wondered, how fared Camelot? It was time to leave the grove and give what aid might be required, and what healing was needed.

The lady Iser
Sorceress and healer & Shaman of KORT
Ambassador to TOL