Magellen’s Journal

July 1990

I decided to contact Mytherial, the best fortune teller, diviner, con-artist I know. I had to travel to Bimtwa to see her. Being the best also brings devotees and followers, thankfully they are also aware of her darker nature. Adventuring with her for a few years, I have learned how she physically does her true divining, even though I could never get it to work for myself. I think it has something to do with the hag blood running through her veins.

I was transported by a flying disk up to her keep which was interesting, I didn’t think these peons had such advanced magics. Mytherial greeted me openly and looked around finding a young girl 7 or so years old.

Mytherial “Your granddaughter, the Iris, she should be 7, 8, now, yes?” nodding in affirmation “Good, girl is 8, she shall do well being close in age, we do ceremony yes?” again nodding my affirmation I follow her into the keep, glancing around I see all the people that have followed me have vanished into the jungle.

Magellen “So your following has grown…”

Mytherial “Yes, they follow and understand, they know the importance of the divination and the side effects to the participants.” The girl awkwardly puts together knives and other implements on a tray and brings them to a table next to an alter where she promptly lies down on. She closes her eyes as Mytherial casts a spell to help her sleep.

Magellen stepping in front of the tools “What if you used a crone to do the ceremony? What if they weren’t the same age?”

Mytherial “ah you grow soft in your old age. It won’t work as well, up to you.”

Looking between this girl the same age as my granddaughter, that I have yet to know, and the old woman standing in front of me ready to spill her guts at one word from me. “Let’s use someone older first.”

Mytherial “fine” leaving and coming back a few minutes, finding that I have already moved the sleeping child onto a chair in another room, Mytherial clucks her tongue at me, “You are getting soft, how long has it been since you have been out adventuring? Rose knew she would die in childbirth, ahh I see she hadn’t told you that, I think she was expecting you to take Jony with you back out on the move. Well this will do?”

A woman that must be nearing 80 with a blue glazed eyes shuffles in, Mytherial helps her onto the alter and sets to putting her to sleep. As she does so a small hairy animal with spider like eyes comes into the room and curls up next to the table.

Mytherial gets to work on a complex magical ritual, the woman with her intestines and other organs sitting about the alter suddenly sits up and starts speaking. Having seen this happen multiple time, I am still queasy at the site and sounds of the ritual.

“When you are contacted by the tree, scry for the shadow hunter in the woods send a note with the bird of death, he will follow with the winged one, When the one with the horns brings the nourishment after your journey you will have the three to complete your puzzle, and they will succeed.”

Quickly scribbling out the prophecy in my book, I look up to see Mytherial feeding parts of this woman’s body to her pet, spider, dog, fey creature and decide that I have over stayed my welcome and leave with her a hand of a man that was killed precisely 8 years ago by an iron sword at night. Why she wanted it, well that is not my problem.