Gwrtheyrn's blog

They say ignorance is bliss.

Small streams of color flowed through the air, pulsing in hue and vibrance in time with the soft flow of musical notes.  Synesthesia made reality.  Through the torrents of arcane energy, bookshelves were visible, their towering forms encircling the study.  Underneath the glow, sat Gwrtheyrn, carefully penning each note in the latest composition to move through his mind.

Give me your Trust, said the Priest.

Gwrtheyrn couldn't seem to get comfortable in the pew, small splinters digging into his back however he turned.  He stared at the stark walls around him, trying to avoid looking at the elf in front of him.  "It wasn't your fault, Gwrtheyrn.  There isn't anything you could have done to save them."

The wind shrieked through the narrow mountain pass.  Three days now, the blizzard had trapped the small band of soldiers in the mountains, and it still showed no signs of relenting.  Gwrtheyrn grimaced, turning his face away from the biting cold, back towards the fire.  Several small lean-tos had been hastily constructed, and the others huddled underneath, out of the wind.