He nods. "May the Ancestor Gods watch over your path. And my advice to you: enjoy your youth. A time will come when the burden of responsibility will outweigh the pull of adventure."
I like Thorek. Seriously, he's like my favorite Runelord now. Probably helps that he's a lot more personable than Kragg.
As much as the Light Order enjoys their privacy - or at least, enjoys denying entrance to any outsiders - sending a letter in advance saying you are acting with the full authority of King Belegar Ironhammer, King Ungrim Ironfist, and the delegated authority of King Thangrim Firebeard is enough to open even their doors.
Ooo, namedrop for the king of Karag Dum! A name worth remembering, especially once the expedition properly begins.
An Apprentice waits by the appropriate street corner to let you in without having to go through their bizarre entrance ritual, and reality unfolds before your very eyes the buildings and streets are pushed back to make way for the Light College: a massive pyramid of pure-white marble so filled with ethereal light as to be transparent. And that you didn't immediately mentally question that light made marble transparent, and that you mentally described the light as 'ethereal' rather than 'garish', rather suggests that your initial reaction of awe was not entirely natural. You scowl up at the towering display of magical puissance- No. You refuse. You glare upwards at the overgrown caltrop and dare it to insert any more purple prose into your internal monologue.
It's rather insidious seeming, but I wager there is intent here beyond just making the College a figure of awe. They can probably tune the emotions it evokes to some extent as a defense mechanism, and it should be an effective introduction to mental influences, just as Melkoth's age for the Greys.
"Mmm. Much as I would like to join such an adventure, I fear the Light College requires my leadership too much. Instead, I will send with you the greatest assistance it is in my power to give: my former apprentice, Magister Egrimm van Horstmann. He has been a stalwart assistant of mine in internal matters, but I am sure I could spare him for a few months."
"My thanks, Magister Patriarch." A single Magister. Well, better than nothing.
Ah Mathilde, if only you knew what we know. You'd probably prefer the nothing.
He scratches his beard thoughtfully, and looks to the two other Wizards standing nearby. "Esbern, Seija, your thoughts?"
"We'll be going with the Magister," Esbern says firmly, and Seija nods.
We love you two as well, Esbern and Seija. Not like that though. I wonder what the other commitments the Taalites have? Probably beastmen.
And though to mundane eyes the terrain might grow tiresome, to Magesight the sky blazes with every colour. This far north the Winds constantly blast from the Chaos Wastes in vast bands of magical energy, and on hilltops they're so close you could reach out and touch them. You can see how spellcasting would be fraught out here - there's no ambient energy to draw from, you have to reach upwards and grasp one of the magical rivers overhead and do the best you can to control the flood of magical energy.
I wonder if Mathilde's better windsight would prove a boon in grasping those energies, and if tongs might help pick one out without creating Dhar?
The biggest problem is likely to be navigation, as once the mountains on the edge of the steppe disappear into the distance, the only way to tell direction is the sun and the only way to tell distance travelled is the passage of time. It's not a novel problem, however - it's one that sailors have to wrestle with every day. You're sure that Barak Varr will be able to supply some solutions, and make a mental note to pass on the advice to Borek.
Good luck with that, considering Barak Varr's been spurned before. No seriously, I hope we're lucky enough that Barak Varr doesn't hold a grudge/Grudge. Getting lost would be quite the deadly foe, with no easy solution.
They're said to serve Chaos, but so did the Kislevites once. You don't speak Kurgan, but as it did with Qrech, Khazalid might prove a common tongue. After all, the Kurgan are said to deal with the Chaos Dwarves for weapons and armour.
[ ] Make contact with the Kurgan
[ ] Do not make contact with the Kurgan
I presume when making contact that Mathilde will take every precaution possible? It might be a bit difficult to explain what a lone woman is doing out on the steppe, with no caravan in sight, and the wrong time of year besides. It might be worth it though, just to gain some news of Kurgan affairs. Don't want to run into a growing horde after all.