Trident of Jubilee A low growling moan echoed across the waters of the small harbor villages along the coasts of Skara Brae and down to Jhelom. The villagers went about their daily business in an urgent sense of anticipation and fear. The sky grew darker and the waves grew angry with each incoming crash. Even the wizened old beggar who sat by the door of the pub was more fidgety than normal, and his incoherent ramblings had a note of urgency few were inclined to ignore. He was far from gathering crowds but those who passed would linger for a moment to hear his snippets of lore, rumor and history. Suddenly an intense flash of lightning and crashing thunder sent shock waves across the lands. Dogs whimpered and barked running to hide, children were crying and parents were in a state of panic, horses were spooked into running wildly out of control. The blind beggar leapt to his feet with a grace and elegance that almost made him look young and healthy. Straight for the middle of the road and in the path of the oncoming horses he stood with his hands on his hips and an air of authority. As the horses bore down on him he braced himself in the street put one hand out and yelled “STOP!” causing the horses to skid to an abrupt halt digging hooves deep into the dirt road and their bodies so close to the beggar that their breath moved his hair. Without missing a beat the old man turned from the massive beasts that almost trampled him to death, and with both hands raised in the air his unseeing eyes stared into the darkening sky. “Woe to you, the fools and weak of mind and body! Curses on your heads, oh thee who thinks to play the thief on the likes of ME! I, The Oracle of Water, will avenge this treachery and those of the walking world Will Pay! Return to ME what is Mine, and your petty lives May be saved!” As suddenly as the change came, it left and the old man was left in the street surrounded by angry and startled horses. It took several villagers to assist him in returning to his place by the pub. The calm that had been gathering was suddenly a torrent of rain and winds. Boats in the harbor and off the coast were being tossed about like toys in the hands of a spoiled child’s tantrum. The horrible warning was opening before their eyes and the people were at a loss to know what to do. A council of the elders was called quickly and voted to send a convoy immediately to the Queen. It must be discovered what all this meant and how to return whatever it was that had been stolen.