Tionn's Chronicle

It was a struggle to convince Stone Horse’s companions to let me join them. They were unsurprisingly distrustful of a Dragon-Blooded. To be honest, I didn’t do a great job of persuading them: I’m out of practice at socialising with people. Still, it appears they have accepted my story for now. I’m helping them travel to Nexus, a city I vaguely know. I didn’t tell them of the perils that await our journey as I’m not sure I’ve prepared myself yet. Travelling alone and on foot is a different game to travelling in a group and on horseback. Crane Smashes Mountain has set my mind at ease somewhat. I haven’t seen him in combat yet but I have the impression he can swing that axe when he needs to. Wood Walker too will be a useful addition to the group or at least her medicine bag will be. She desperately needs to learn to ride though as she hinders our progress at present. The one they call White Cat is the most mysterious. I am, at present, puzzled by her. She may have her own agenda which I haven’t deduced yet. I will be keeping an eye on her. I find myself aligned more to Stone Horse than any of the others; I think perhaps he feels he owes me something.

I get the impression there is more to their past than they are letting on. That’s to be expected. After all, I’m not being strictly truthful with them either.

The battle did not throw up any surprises. Keldur and the army performed their task admirably. I watched it unfold from afar, surveying the field with an arrow cocked, ready to fire should something unexpected happen. When it was over I met Keldur. I told him of Stone Horse, his hammer and his companions. I think he appreciated my concern. He has allowed me a period of 12 months to find out what I can.

I find myself torn between these two conflicting forces. My heart tells me to follow Stone Horse but my mind and my training urges me to remain loyal to my people. I do not know what Keldur intends to do with my new subjects, but I do not want any harm to come to them. I hope I can find a balance here.
Once again I find myself carried along by forces beyond my control. I suppose I must make do with whatever situation I am faced with.

If nothing else I am glad of the company.

The sun hung low over the grass-lands this morning. I began my usual routine and prepared myself for battle. Making my way over towards Juggernaut I heard a low rumbling followed by a loud crash that continued for some time. Something in my mind told me to follow the sound. I tend to trust it at times like this. Listening to that voice has often led to trouble, but more importantly, it has often opened my eyes to the world. Hell, if I hadn’t listened to it 8 years ago I might still be on the Blessed Isle. I’m fortunate to have that instinct, but we were always taught to make the best of what we have.

I made my way to where the sound came from. I met a man there, stocky in his build, a similar height to myself. Straight away I knew what he was a Solar Exalted. I steadied myself and thought for a moment. Maybe it was a need for human contact, maybe it was my rebellious nature, maybe it was another moment of my instinct being in control but I helped the man. He told me his name was Stone Horse and that he had to help his friends. I helped him up. We talked briefly and he told me about his role in the upcoming battle. He thanked me for my help and told me to find him after the fighting. I bid him on his way and watched as he made his way towards Juggernaut. I knew I should meet Keldur and the rest of the army but as I watched Stone Horse jog away I caught a glimpse of the handle of his battle hammer. In the base of it was a jade stone, white in colour.

I knew the significance of this, my instinct was right once again. I knew what needed to be done. I told myself that Keldur must be informed.

I’ve been following Juggernaut for weeks now. To be honest, I’ve lost track of the days. Trying to keep up with something like that isn’t easy, but I didn’t expect it to be. When you’re tracking something (no matter how big) you tend to think of nothing else. Food, sleep, companionship are no longer important to you. I’ve got my orders from Keldur though, and I’m doing my job.

I’m exhausted though, mentally and physically. I think I’ll ask Keldur for a break after the inevitable battle. He knows I deserve one, the past 6 years under him have been tough, every time I completed a mission there was another one ready for me.

Still, one more night and that’s it. Juggernaut has come to rest nearby and the Death Lord controlling it has chosen his place. With the Dragon-Blooded army less than half a days march away it should all be over soon.

At last I can get some rest. And I’m gonna need to. Tomorrow will be a long day.