LongestRoad Ellowyn: Corrolith

Most of the time I spent in Corrolith was hard at work learning about the Spell Siphon's ways and abilities. As interesting as that information itself is, study is almost always dull. You don't want to hear stories of me being lectured or read to from books. I'm sure there are a few stories from Corrolith you'd like to hear though. I'll bet you can already guess that many would involve Klynne. You can tell I even say her name a little differently from everyone else's, don't I? The stories might help, but I don't think you could quite understand that until you meet her yourself.

Krikkle

I may already have mentioned Krikkle. He was an old, blind gnome who spent much of his time in the town square at Corrolith. Raine had spoiled me through my adolescence in terms of developing my ear for music. Most street musicians make me wince, but Krikkle had that lilt to his music that swirled around you and wrapped you up in the melody. He obviously had some talent, great love for his instrument, and years of practice. I always stopped by to say hello.

One morning, I came through the square on my way to buy a few cooking supplies from the general store. As I grew near his usual place, I noticed everyone was walking swiftly by. Usually, some people lingered to throw him a few coins. A few steps closer, I could hear a young man's taunting voice.

"What's the matter, old man? Ya missing something?" Not very funny, but two other people laughed. Someone walking by paused a moment, and started to speak.

"Hey, what -- " He was interrupted by a stout cudgel. Nothing else makes that sound. It was a little sickening, hearing him crumple to the ground.

That was about when I decided today was a good day to have a little fun.

First, I put Krikkle in a Message with me, so I could let him know things were about to get weird. Then I started on these guys with a few little Ghost Sounds. Murmurs in their ears that they couldn't quite hear, and arrow twanging off a bow string, a sword being drawn. After a minute they started getting jumpy, and arguing with each other. As they got angrier, they started beating up on Krikkle more.

At this point, Krikkle yelped, mostly acting, and I stumbled over to pretend to help him. Picture it, the blind guy helping the blind guy. So of course, they immediately started picking on me as well. One of them had dropped a bag when he started roughing up Krikkle, so with some fancy pyrotechnics, I set it on fire. There's always something extra special about fire in a town square, no matter how small the fire is, when it's unexpected. Now I really had their attention -- but I'd done it all silently, and they hadn't noticed it was me yet.