This is an unsanctioned continuation of the Reliquary Series as heard on the Loreseekers podcast.
Jiana Muse slowly opened another tome. Study was important to her. It was the one thing she could count on to help her escape the harshness of the world. Perhaps this one would be able to hold her attention. She slumped over the desk and peered through the strands of black hair that fell in front of her eyes like a defiant curtain. With her recent adventuring, she no longer bothered to keep it neatly pulled away from her face. A few lines into the volume, the words began to blur together as her mind returned, once again, to the recent showdown with Elkar Bazram and his army of cronies. She picked up a quill that was sitting on the desk and started to scratch a pattern into the surface. As she replayed the events of the battle in her head, she applied more and more pressure to the quill until the tip snapped. In a short fit of anger, Jiana sent a pulse of electricity through her right hand, causing the quill to burst into fire. She quickly dropped it to the floor and stomped at the flame with her sandals.
Brax and DJ complain about the polar vortex, talk about the Lego Movie 2, and fly drones around the room. In between all that, they discuss hangups that don’t allow them to play certain races/classes in RPG’s and MMORPG’s. Enjoy!
Jiana Muse shuffled along the sandy road. Since joining The Reliquary, she had been assigned to shadow an agent who had been present at the indrik hunt, a large redguard named Braxwolf. Braxwolf talked more than Jiana liked, and drank more ale than she preferred. In fact, they were opposites in most ways. Her frail frame and pale skin sizzled under the uncompromising Alik’r Desert sun. Braxwolf’s bald, brown head reflected it nearly as much as his heavy plate armor did, but he did not seem bothered by the heat. Jiana sometimes wondered if this was Jibbs’ and Kash’s idea of a joke – sending a small, quiet vampire into the blazing desert with this chatty tank of a man. But Brax’s sword and shield were second to none and his heart desired only good. Despite their differences, he was the perfect mentor.
Her name is Jiana Muse. At least that’s what she called herself as a little girl in the streets of Davon’s Watch. Her real name, as well as much of her childhood, was forgotten, perhaps intentionally. It was a name that sounded genteel, like the nobles who sometimes traveled through town on their way to important business, and who she had always admired from a distance. She’d watch them from the dusty shadows, learning to mimic their mannerisms and vocabulary. That’s why she chose the name for herself. It was like the name of a powerful queen.