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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Mar 31, 2012 12:59:30 GMT 1
Chapter 30: Betrayals in more ways then one
Prince Amroth leaned on the ruined wall of a building as he heard the priest speak. In his life as prince and as a student in Whiteberg he heard pretty much every priest speak of the Four gods or one god in particular in some regions. It was because of this united religion between the Continent of Seasons, Avaria, Camelan and Kadan that brought them together and fought of the Van Xia in a crusade five hundred years ago. The Church of the Four Gods was powerful and protected. The four lands all paid stipends to the Church ever since they were all brought together by the last Elf King, Carel the Great. What this priest spoke though could be considered as heresy, yet the men listened. “The Four gods are a lie.” The priest in a brown yet elaborate Kadan robe said. It was interwoven with runes which no doubt made it magical, as everything on that island was magical.” The Church has lied to you all your life, making you fear something you shouldn’t. “ “What are you blabbering on about?” one of the soldiers from Stompeaks asked. “The four gods are one god.” The priest said.” Four different faces of the one god. Not four separate deities but one!” The men and even a few camp followers such as whores or wives and children gasped with disbelief….but still listened. “We are all one people. Spring, Summer, Winter, Kadan, Avarian, even the Sea Kings….we all worship one god. “ the priest took out a book and went by them all as he showed his evidence, thanklfully most were literate and confirmed his suspicion. “ A chapter from the holy book that I have recovered, unspoiled and un-edited. The monsters at the Holy City of Ursancti butchered it so we all could be divided and fight each other!” “What for?” A Black Boulder man with a thick beard asked. “ Why would they do that?” “To keep you all divided, my son.” The priest smiled.” To feed on your fear. I was in Rohak a few days ago and saw how everyone rallied together under the churches and spend nearly half what they have left on the offertory.” “Doesn’t that go to the poor?” a man from Greenstone asked. “No my son, it goes to the pockets of the fat priests in Ursancti! You think their white walls keep themselves clean, or pay for their bastards schools and clothing and keeping the women quiet? We are only men, despite what their robes and old elven phrases say. Not gods, not avatars, just men. With their needs as well.”
“The hell is going on here?” Eldrik asked as he stood next to Amroth. The prince smiled at his dwarven friend before he pointed to the priest.” Remember him?” The dwarf peered at the man. “Brother Francis?” “Aye.” Amroth nodded. “Remember the theses some idiot hammered on the church door back in Whiteberg?” His friend nodded as more people came to listen to the priest.” Well it has quite an impact. A lot of people joined that man’s vision and Camelan has fully embraced the idea. It’s a Schism.” “Great, so next to this war of Five Monarchs we’ll have a war of religion now as well….your thinking of adopting this?”
“I don’t know…this movement, this Rebel prayer, vouches that you don’t have to pay any coin for prayer to be send back to the world and have another shot but rather get reborn almost immediately. Again, what the new book says…” “More money for drinks and wenching then, eh?” Eldrik laughed and slapped his friend on the back.” Come, the people have gathered for this plan of yours.” The duo left the priest to preach as they entered the main command then as the entire summit was there, excluding Thorghal of Greenstone who was leading a attack and Dimitri Tor Vollen and Illysa Drurga who gave their consent to the plan and left with the half-orc to keep up appearances.
“We’re beating back the Gryphon Mannisters and the Purple Cats of Easthold thanks to our Greenstone troops and we received word the United Kingdoms have begun incursions into Summer’s End.” He said. “The Alliance in the North is having a hard time keeping Farshire and Maraad though. The Van Xia look like trouble though as more islands on the eastern side of the continent are taken over. Neromapia has been retaken and is being rebuild.” Rodrik Valen said. “Van Xia will be a problem…” Harold Fonkel said before he munched on a chicken leg. “ Anyone got an idea to deal with them?”
“Queen Soliana has convinced Lord Guldor Dyr and Prince Percevalt to lend their cave trolls and Cyclops respectively to the cause for that. They are being outfitted for battle right now. For the Horselords we got a few dragons ourselves we smuggled out of Dragon’s reach. It will take a few weeks to grow though.” Rodrik replied.” But we’re alright for now…which is the perfect time to make certain our hold on Greenstone.” The terms Lady Ko set up were simple. Marry her daughter Valena when he became king and naturalise her children by Ivan Giantbane and her men would be his. Amroth didn’t want to pay that prize and set up a new plan. “I managed to make enough tea for three portions.” Jacob said.” We need to pick three of her children so they will fall in love with three ideal partners and betray their mother, like what my sister did to Percevalt Hanalius.”
Tor Vollen was home to a special kind of winter herb called love’s embrace. No-one knew how but the apothecary’s believed who-ever ingested or drank the herb would fall in love with the first person, he or she saw. They managed to perfect it over several doses or just one. The effects were different from person to person, although in all cases it was for months or years. Regular doses were required for a long period of time. The herb was a special secret the family and the order of apothecaries kept secret and it managed to get them lands and deals done in the most extreme of cases.
“We picked three victims then?” Harold asked.” Sorry I cant, my wife would kill me….Illysa could use a good lay though.” He laughed.” Clearly her husband isn’t doing a good job on his own!” He jabbed the man In question next to him.” You sure those kids are yours there Cromwell?!” The tall bald man merely sighed and let it wash over him. “Thank you Ser Fonkel…” Amroth rubbed his brow annoyed. “ Right, volunteers?”
“I set up the sister from one of our soldiers who is in prison for theft of coin.” Cromwell Vall, Commander Illysa’s husband and the representative of Black Boulder Keep in her absence, said.” Thorghal has a corrupt streak of sorts and the reason why he spares quite a few prisoners is because he sleeps with their female relatives….” “With him pacified, that leaves us Lady Valena and Grinda.” Rodrik pointed out. “Ill take Grinda.” Amroth said. Beofre anyone could say anything he held his hand in the air.” Half-orcs are excellent guards when you have their loyalty. That is why Togo Chubbs is still breathing…”
“Who?” Rodrik asked. “The Halfling agent of Percevalt.” Jacob replied.” And I know Gorvar half-Orcen as well, I can call him friend and he protected me and my grandmother very well when we rode for Neromapia a few months ago. A half-orc bodyguard would be good for you my friend.” Amroth nodded. “ Best case I have a mistress, worst case I can have her killed.” “Good, that is settled.” Rodrik said.” Which leaves us Lady Valena. She’s not a warrior like her siblings but a mockery of a lady. We need-” “I will do it.” Jacob said.” Me and her are already friends and my father has my brothers and nephews and nieces married well in other houses and lords under our banner. I’m willing to sacrifice myself for the cause. Besides if we play it well, I get to be lord of Greenstone.”
“Are you sure, Jacob?” Amroth asked.” You don’t have to marry her after we got control of Greenstone.” “I am a man of my word, Your grace, I will do my duty.” Jacob nodded. “Well then….” Amroth sighed.” We all got our targets. Good luck.” “Wait, what about this priest fellow?” Harold asked.” I mean, should we let him preach? He’s telling all kinds of nonsense.” “I agree.” Cromwell said.” I had our local church leader, Sanctus going up on arms against me and demanding Brother Francis’ head.” “I know Francis, he is an old tutor of mine.” Amroth said.” No-one touches him, understood?” “What about Bishop Sanctus then?” Harold asked. “He’ll have to deal with it. If this will be my kingdom I will allow free-speech. He is not to be harmed. That is all.” Amroth replied before he walked out of the tent.
That night, Amroth remembered the lesson Aya taught him as he rode Grindall into climax after climax. “Northmen women are just like orcs.” She said as she pinned him down.” You need to show who is in charge, claim her for your own.” He never made love before, and was grateful for the experience which came in handy here. For a half-orc she was alright looking. Tall, strong, small tusks, green…but she had an honest face. She professed her love for him several times, said she would protect him. He lost count how many times his seed was emptied inside her. Deep down he knew this was wrong, it felt wrong…but he had do it for his kingdom. Cerdica wouldn’t do any less, but he at least felt bad about it. As she nestled her head on his sweat covered chest, he remembered what Francis said. “We are only men. Not gods, not avatars, just men.”
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Apr 4, 2012 16:01:05 GMT 1
Interlude
A small walk away from the Horse lord camp was all Khan Ganzorig needed. In times of war, it was always the family that suffered. Many fathers left their wives and children to wage war against the enemies of the Van Xia empire and the Horse Lord clans. For one hundred years, the Horse Lords of the Mangian Steppes fought for the Empire as a equals to the Van Xian men and the Aribiak. They were their cavalry, their scouts, their berserkers. Where their warriors or Dragon Mouth’s failed, they succeeded.
Like all other Horse Lord men, or Ghengan in their own tongue, Khan Ganzorig was a tall man with short black hair and a long moustache. His muscles rivaled that of an orc but his mind was just as cunning as a wolf. Unlike the Van Xian with their silk robes or the brown skinned Aribiak with their black robes and tulbands, his people were clad with wool from their sheep herds and leather from their prey. No clunky metal weighted them down, save their horses who needed it more because of the threat of spears. On his side was his broad sword which he showed to his young son.
“You see this, Batukhan?” Ganzorig asked his son. “It’s a sword, father.” the boy replied. “indeed, did I ever tell you the story of how the first sword was made?” “No father.” Ganzorig smiled as he recalled the story his father told him so many decades ago. “ Back in the old days, before the long eared folk build their first castles there was a war. This war was not fought between men or elves or cave trolls or even orcs…but the gods themselves. These gods fought over the world like you and your friends do for pumpkin pie.” “Even the four gods of this place?” his son asked. “Especially those four.” The Khan replied.” Even the god of our allies, Van Xia the elder and the gods of the orcs and the cave spirits as well. They fought hard with boulders and volcanoes and their brute strength, which nearly killed all mortal races. All of them fought…but one.” “Khan Bold.” The boy said with a smile.
“Indeed, our god. The first of the Khans and the one who invented this.” He held out his sword so his son could watch.” He watched the other gods squabble until he had enough and gave his gift to the mortal races and urged them to fight and shape their own destiny. The mortal races drove back the gods to the heavens and since then have claimed this earth as their own.” “But why has he left us, father?” the boy asked. “ the Van Xia claim their emperor is the avatar of their god and the four gods have gifted these lands with dragons and magic.”
“He has not left us son.” The Ghengan placed his hand on his son’s shoulder.” But when the mortal races fought amongst each other, he cursed them and himself for ever having given them the secret of how to make steel into weapons and armour. But for some reason he never left our people, not completely. For some unknown reason he gave up a portion of himself to give birth to a weaker version of himself to guide our people against the other mortal races. He taught us we can not trust man, not woman and not even our beasts…” he tapped his sword.” This, you can trust.” “Not even you father?” Batukhan asked. “Not for long son.” The Horse Lord smiled weakly and ruffled his son’s hair.” One day I will be to old to lead our people and it will be up to you to lead us.” “When is that?” “Hopefully, not for a long time.” Ganzorig chuckled as he stood up.” I tell you this now son because in this war I might get called by Khan Bold to join his horde in the afterlife and prepare for the end of days when the great dark god will rise. When I am gone your mother will take over until you are of age and lead our people.” He motioned his head back to camp as both made their way back.
“Should I pray to Khan Bold your calling will not happen soon?” “Not even our priests are allowed to pray for him. He does not care for worshippers or services in his name, but he does judge you and think you are worthy or not to join his Horde when your calling comes. Those unworthy get send back down to try again until they get it right. Khan Bold does not want weak minds in his Horde. That is why we fight my son, to prepare ourselves for the afterlife.” “I underst-“
Two riders rode toward them. One of them was his second in Command, Bataar. The other was a thickly bearded Ariabik man dressed in the Van Xia warrior attire. His sword was long and curfed, which marked him as a Ariabik warrior then a Van Xia man. “Khan Ganzorig.” The Ariabik stepped of his horse and bowed his head deeply. Ganzorig replied the gesture by thumping on his chest.” Commander Montan.” He replied.” What brings you here?” “Word from my outriders, we found a nearbye castle called Rockhold, owned by the House of Veram. They are an enemy of our gracious ally, Queen Cerdica. We are to take it over and make them swear fealty.” “To us or to Cerdica?” Ganzorig smirked which Montan returned.” Very well, the usual plan?” “Yes, but try to keep some alive, my men need practice.” “No promises, Khan Bold watch over you justly Commander Montan.” “May the sun god shine a bit dimmer on you, Khan Ganzorig.” Montan returned the gesture before he took his horse and rode off.
“Do you think Khan Bold will take you this day, father?” the boy asked. “Not today son.” Ganzorig replied.” I have to much killing to do right now.” TBC
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Post by themidwestdrifter on Apr 6, 2012 18:46:03 GMT 1
Great work! Love all the detail. I haven't got a chance to read it all yet (busy weekend) but when i do get a chance I'm going to!
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Apr 8, 2012 11:14:23 GMT 1
Thanks for the read dude! Didnt know anyone read this or not o.o
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Apr 12, 2012 23:45:01 GMT 1
Chapter 31; Armstice broken
He had lived here all his life. Rockhold, home of the Veram family ever since the war of the seasons. Well, the first one obviously. It was an abandoned Fall castle where hundreds of his kin lived. Now he was the last one. Sneak, the last ratling. He had the height of a dwarf, but the form of a rat. He dressed as a human and even bathed. He could speak the tongue of men and was dressed as one, but preferred to speak to his own dumber cousins. They were the ones who told him all the secrets which he in turn told his master. Lord Varen Veram, the current master of Rockhold and patriarch of the family. His master was a large man with a heavy build and a black goatee which matched his hair. He bore the red and blue tunic complete with the mermaid on his left side of his shoulder and the ram on the right, coupled with a black cape. He was not a fighter with his girth, but a thinker.
Sneak had traveled inside Rockhold and it’s fields outside of it. The castle and walls were in the darkest of red stone as the black ram and blue mermaid united as always, waved in the wind. A large trench was dug into the keep to connect to the sea and thus trade. Rockhold was ideally placed in between Neromapia and Westend Keep, which allowed excellent trade between those two cities. The Veram family build levee’s near the sea so no water would spill over into the keep or the nearby village. The Veram family was given Rockhold by King Halmadir himself at the end of the war, having begun from humble origins as a family of traders. The Fall house had a mermaid on their banner which the then Lord Veram took down. Less then a few days later horrible floods came and quite a few people died. Sneak’s ancestors appeared after the floods and told them the banner was cursed by the people of Fall. The Ratlings remained behind while their masters fled since Rockhold was their only home and were the ones who helped survivors get back to land. They said as long as the mermaid waved in the air, the keep and it’s lands would not be flooded ever again. Lord Veram made a new banner, which showed both his black stubborn Ram and the blue mermaid. His family words would later be “stubborn as a rock”, coined by his lady wife some chuckled.
Along with the banner, the levee’s were build to make sure the floods would not come if the ram displeased the curse. For their help, the ratlings were allowed to remain at Rockhold as honoured guests and occasional allies during a Northman or Orc or even Seaking invasion. Like Sneak they knew the secret tunnels and turned the tide every time by dumb luck the walls caved in or the enemy slipped past the walls. Alas Sneak was the last of his kind, and no more would the ratlings come to aid Rockhold or the Veram’s if trouble brewed. Sneak was no fighter, but a good listener. Lord Varen was not a great stubborn man like his ancestor was, but he was smart. He kept Rockhold neutral, especially after the slaughter that happened in Neromapia, and offered sanctuary and a place of peaceful talks.
Now after months of war, the talks came but none were peaceful. Representatives from three kingdoms came. The first was Prince Amroth, the very son and heir from King Halmadir himself. He came with a half-orc female as a guard along with several other diplomats. The second was Lord Hendrick of Frostfang, the one eyed champion of the North who was a grand admirer of earthly delights. He spoke for the Kingdom of Winter, Westend Keep and the Seaking isles. The third was a dark elf woman by the name of Krazia of House Dyr. She wore a bright red robe with golden spider heads on her shoulders as she held out a parchment which allowed her to speak on behalf of the United Kimgdoms. None, not even the half-orc Grinda dared question her when they saw Queen Soliana’s signature…and the six werewolves Lady Krazia took with her as protection. They all came together for one reason, uniting themselves into one front and defeat both Queen Cerdica and the Van Xia hordes that arrived in the thousands daily.
When the ambassadors were seated with Varen, everything was cold. Not even Hendrick, who the night before enjoyed the wine from the Rockhold cellars and kissed a few wenches, cracked a smile as they all read out their terms. Out of all of them, The Alliance of the North and the United Kingdoms agreed the most with each other. King Frederick Winter and Queen Soliana Summer were siblings of the same blood and understood neither would betray the other. Prince Amroth was the rightful heir of Spring and the three kingdoms and promised if he was given the crown, he would let them keep their lands but maintain the alliance his father build so long ago. On the surface, the negotiations were going smoothly. But Sneak knew the hearts of men well, and knew greed was a great motivator.
“Found out what they are REALLY planning, Sneak.” Varen said in secret to the ratling.” Anything we could use could give us on edge with one of the three factions. If we plan this well, Rockhold might gain thrice in size.” “As you wish milord.” Sneak replied and scurried off. He spoke to his dumber rat cousins and send three of his best listeners to each of the diplomatic room to listen in.
Lady Krazia had just finished dressing as one of the Rockhold guards put on his belt and walked off with a mischievous grin. The dark elf shut the door before she took out a small tome from her bookshelf and muttered a spell. Before her, three children appeared. One of them was a drow, the other a mix of a drow child and a human, the last a human. She placed her hand on her stomach and muttered more dark and sinister spells…until the human child stepped forward. Krazia cursed out loud and threw the tome at the wall where the rat was hid, which made it ran away.
The second rat followed Lord Hendrick who was drinking himself into a stupor with Lord Varen’s fine wine as he begged some woman named Matilda for mercy. Clearly this man’s head was not with the negotiations but the rat remained some time longer until Hendrick fell down on his bed and fell into a drunken slumber.
The last was Prince Amroth who was found in the strong arms of his half-orc bodyguard who strayed his luscious long blonde hair. Both were naked under the blankets of the broken bed as the smell of fornication still rang in the air. “I’m the rightful king.” he said.” I wont let my father’s legacy be spat on.” “What do you plan to do, my little king?” Grinda asked as she smirked at the nickname. “Right now, nothing…” he said.” But the Rebel prayer is going through the north like wildfire…and Castle Neromapia holds many magic artifacts I could use to sway Guldor away from Soliana and more to neuter her monstertrious pets...” “Your planning your next battle?”
“Preparing, I will not let the three kingdoms that stood for two hundred years be split again so more wars would come." he replied before he laid on top of his half-orc lover.” You cant trust anyone..” he groaned.” In my position…” Grinda held her lover’s shoulders as she moved with him.” Not even me?” “Except you, my warrior woman.” He kissed her before they rutted again.
The three rats returned to Sneak who told him the story before he ran to Lord Varen. “Very good…” Varen said.” The drow are going to the way of their elven cousins and are dying out.” “How do you mean, milord?” Sneak asked curiously. “The drow and the elves before them used magic to make sure if they crossbred, the child would always be elven or half-elven. However, when the elves time came near only humans were born. The drow managed to extent this with their dark magic for a few thousand years but it seems to be failing to now. The loss of magic in the world explains it, as even fewer dragons are born as well.” “And….my people?” Sneak asked. “I don’t know my friend.” Varen smiled weakly.” If I knew anything to help, I would do so in a heartbeat.” He palced his hand on the ratling’ shoulder before he continued.” Anything more?” Sneak was about to tell him more when a guard burst through the door. “My lord, it’s Van Xia! They’re moving to our walls with their Dragon Mouths!” “Alert the defenses and the guests!” Varen shouted.” Sneak, get to safety, now!” “bu-“ “Go, now!” Varen commanded and gave the ratling a kick to make his intentions known.
Sneak squealed and ran to one of the nearbye passages which led to the rockface nearby. He crawled for what felt like hours and felt the explosions of the Dragon Mouths on the walls. When he came to the small opening he peered through the windows his people build which gave a beautiful view of the Sea and Rockhold’s courtyard. His eyes allowed him to see both in the dark and far way in daylight. He did not know how, but then again he thought it was a ratling thing.
However the otherwise beautiful sight was now covered with strange horsemen and men with thin swords cutting through Rockhold’s defenders as it’s walls were blasted open into neat chunks like a sliced cake. Save for Hendrick, Amroth and their guards none of the defenders put up a good fight. Eventually a big horse rider stepped of his horse and moved to Lord Varen. The half-orc moved to intercept the barbarian. The prince shouted but was held back by his dwarven friend. Grinda was covered in the blood of Van Xia and charged at the horselord. One swoop with his blade, and the match was over. Even from afar, the gush of blood that came from her corpse and the wailing of the prince was to close for comfort. Sneak shivered as he looked away from the sight. When he had the courage to look again, he saw a dark skinned Van Xia man talk to the survivors before he walked off and left with all his men, the living carrying away the dead.
Sneak crawled back to the keep where he found many dead guardsmen. He didn’t feel anything for them since they treated him like a monster. They threw apples at him or cheese, calling him nasty names. Only Varen was kind to him, and he was now being treated by one of the healers. “All for one name, one stupid name….” Varen muttered. “What name, milord?” Sneak asked. “Gorvar.” Varen spat the name out.” They asked where Gorvar went,”
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on Apr 29, 2012 21:51:55 GMT 1
Chapter 32: A blade that cuts in both ends
Her head was on his chest and her arms around his waist. Her breathing moved in rhyme with his as both enjoyed each other’s warmth and company. A finely made crystal from the Ghendar mines deep in the heart of the fall forest was rested on her bosom which marked their relation had reached a deeper relationship. In Fall before it fell, a man was to give the woman he saw a future with a special necklace. If she accepted they were bound by a primal link. Percevalt loved everything about Isabella Tor Vollen. Her smile, her blushing red cheeks, her curly black hair, her curves, her skin in his, her warmth, her jokes…everything that made her herself, her wonderful self. They did not even made love that night and In fact both their silk sleeping robes were still on. “Percy…” she yawned as she snuggled into his chest.” Shut off the light…..” He chuckled before he kissed her head.” In a bit, pet.” “Trying to sleep…” she retorted before she sat up.” What are you reading that warrants your attention at the hour of the owl?” “Reading up on my geography.” He replied as he shut the book and showed the cover to her. The book was a covered in leather but the front it had the emblem of the kingdom of Avaria printed on it, being the three Fleur-de-lis in a pyramid like order on a blue shield.” I got this from a Camelan trader, it’s the most recent from Ursancti. You can say what you will about priests, but they make excellent books.” “Where is Ursancti?” Isabella asked.” That’s in Avaria, right?”
He nodded and flipped the book open on a page on the continent of Avaria and pointed at the southern end of it where a large black spot which detailed the location of the Holy city where the four gods wills are defined throughout Avaria, the Continent of seasons, Camelan and Kedan. The Silent Sea separated the Continent of Seasons and Avaria while Insulbarad was located a bit further to the West. Camelan was a large island a bit off the coast of Avaria’s western side. Kedan was of a similar size but it was placed in the Roaring Seas near Van Xia, which gave the mages there a unique mix of Avarian and Van Xian influences. During the Crusades Kedan served as a neutral nation and in fact sold weapons and magicks to both the Western Kingdoms and the van Xian Empire, until the peace of Harad City, Kedan’s capitol.
“Did you know King Valarius was a thief before he became king?” Percevalt said. “I know.” Isabella smiled.” It’s like a fairy tale. Princess Analiese was ’kidnapped’ by the thieves group to go to Camelan to escape from her oppressive stepmother who ruled the land with an iron fist. When Civil war broke out, the rebels led by Analiese’s uncle, Baron Foltest of Brug were losing badly. She allowed herself to be captured to try and broke a peace, but was betrayed by her stepmother and set to be sacrificed for eternal youth. But the handsome thief Valarius was so in love with the princess he traveled to the capitol in a bid to free her.” “And he end up slaying the wicked Queen and became King when he married Queen Analiese, a story fit for any fairy tale.” Percevalt chuckled as he strayed her hair.” It’s up there with the King Greenblad the Orc of Camelan who married the cursed princess that turned into a hideous orc every night until love’s first true kiss….wonder if that story would’ve had a happily ever after if the Evil Baron send a handsome knight to free her rather then a orc mercenary.” “Still…” Isabella said as she strayed his chest.” I like the story better of a young noblewoman of dwarf descent who fell in love with a handsome prince of a mystical kingdom filled with werewolves and harpies and one eyed giants.” She gave him a mischievous smirk. “Really, I never heard of that one , is it new?” Percevalt asked with feigned sincerity. “It is.” She replied before she kissed him deeply.” And it will be a tale that will last for the ages….” Percevalt returned the kiss as he dropped the book out of his hands and held her in his arms. And for one moment, everything was perfect. That one moment neither would forget for the rest of their lives.
The next day, the reality sunk back in. “Sky’re found him this morning after drilling the new recruits.” Brutalis said as he guided his prince to the small house near Emberfire castle. A horrible loud screeching sound became even louder when they came near it. When Brutalis opened the door they found the corpse of Francis Bacon, Queen Bloomsbury’s best friend and one of Percevalt’s best general’s mates. Sky’re herself held the corpse with the seven stab wounds in his torso as she kept changing from her human form to her harpy one. “Sky;re was not in, but thankfully her chick was unharmed.” Brutalis said as he closed the door behind them.” Bloomsburry took them to Northend Keep, they are her niece of sorts. Thankfully she looks quite human so there were no objections…Sky’re did not deserve this, my prince.” Percevalt nodded and walked over to Sky’re. He knelt down and held her shoulder. Almost immediately her screeches ended and was replaced by human sobbing. “They killed him…” she sobbed.” They killed my Francis….” The harpy strayed his hair. “We’ll find the bastards Sky’re…but to do that, you need to let him go. At least for a moment. Brutalis needs a scent.” “No….please..I cant let go.” “You want to hurt the one responsible?” Percevalt asked. The harpy glared at her prince with a murderous and righteous range as she gave him a small growl. “Then let Brutalis do his job. You can rip the man’s guts out himself.” A moment passed. Sky;re held her mate one last time before she kissed his forehead and let go. She got up and stepped back as Brutalis changed into his werewolf form and sniffed the corpse.
“I got a scent…we can take it from here, my prince.” Brutalis said. “Soliana can wait, my friends need me more.” Percevalt replied.” What do you got?” “He was moved.” The werewolf replied and took to the outside as he was followed by the Prince of Fall and the Harpy. The scent took them to the rookery where the birds were kept to send messages to the other keeps. Even a man without any supernatural means knew the ground in front of the tower was thrown over by a struggle of sorts. Brutalis crouched down a small puddle of dried blood. He gave his friend a look. She walked over and crounched down next to him as she licked the blood herself. She stood up and nodded as she fought away the tears.” It’s his. It’s a few hours old.”
“Half of the pigeons are missing.” Percevalt pointed out to the cages above them. He took out the registry book from the counter inside the tower to trace down which ones.” Only one of them is written for and that’s castle Summer two nights ago. The rest are Castle Spring in Neromapia, Castle Tor Vollen, Northend Keep and three of the surrounding provinces….” He paused.” My theory is Francis saw something he shouldn’t have seen.” “Secret message?” Brutalis threw in. “Possibly, that would explain why the murderer would’ve set free as many birds as he could…” “This doesn’t bring me closer to killing anyone.” Sky’re glared. She looked around the area before she walked over to an barrel of water. She peered inside before she put her arm in it and ended up picking up a dagger. It was made of a strong metal and it’s shaft was black. The blade was covered in blood which she licked as well. “It’s the murder weapon….” Brutalis sniffed the handle and smirked.” Got the scent…” “Lead on.” Percevalt said.” This might have become a concern to the United Kingdoms now…”
The hours passed until nightfall. In Percevalt’s room, Isabella dressed herself in her attractive black dress, his favourite, and read a book until her betrothed arrived. After an entire day of boring talks of politics she wanted to unwind with a glass of wine and a good book. But it was needed, the mountains had to give food to Rohak to feed it’s people so the dark elves could secure a portal to the conquered Manisters castles and set up routes from castle to castle for the captured Joffery Manister, Rendon Manister’s eldest son and a possible bargain chip. The non-humans were being divided from the commoners at Diana’s request after a fight with three farmers and a werewolf which ended with the death of two of the farmers. The drow were getting along with the Summers and already a few marriages were committed between the two. However her sources tell her these marriages were either political of nature or it’s confirmed their offspring would be dark elves themselves. The knowledge that like their elven brothers, the dark elves were going extinct themselves as the magic in the world was dwindling. If they wanted half-elves in their midst it meant they were desperate.
Isabella snapped out of her thoughts as the door opened. Her smile broadened as her lover came inside. “Percy, there you are. I was worried sick.” She placed her book down and walked over. She kissed him deeply, but received none in return. He did not hold her and in fact looked very pale. “Percy…?” she asked concerned.” You alright? You look pale.” He merely stared her down with his defeated eyes, a twinge of a tear was in sight. “ We found your agent.” He said. “My what?” Isabella asked as her heart jumped.
“We found him Isabella, we found the evidence. You have been sending letters back home to Tor Vollen.” “Of course I send letters back home. Percy stop it your scaring me….” She backed away frightened. He pulled a few letters from his sleeve in his jacket and threw it on the table in front of them.” Lord Tywin of Halbridge is seduced, waiting for further orders. Lady Haren of Oxten is bearing an Black Boulder child and awaiting marriage, Lord Albert has been wed to Handa of Stormpeaks and already funding has been send back home….I read ALL of them Isabella. Your Mountain Kings are taking over EVERYONE by fucking them! Your spiking our drinks to make us fuck you like pigs!” “Percevalt, please-“ “It’s Prince Hanalius to you!” he snapped back and had to stop himself from hitting her.” He said your name Isabella, he confessed after we stripped the skin from his body. He killed my friend’s husband because I was going to marry you! Moon goddess, I need a drink.” he stormed off to the wine closet and opened a bottle.
Isabella’s cheerful nature collapsed on itself as she was crying.” Percevalt please, I love you. I only did what my father told me to do. I love you, I love you…” she said as she tried to take his hand. He snatched his hand away from her. “Don’t touch me!” he shouted.” Don’t you EVER touch me ever again!” “I lo-“ “Don’t you dare utter that word to me! You spiked my drink, you used me like a puppet! I should kill you where you stand! You hurt my friend!” “Please forgive me, I only did what I had to do! You would’ve done the same!” she had found some of her dwarven courage at last.
“No….not like this. You are the first woman I was together with Isabella, you’re the first woman I fell in love with. I don’t treat my people like pawns and I never hurt them. I’m an idiot for having ever accepted that damn tea of yours in the first place….Love’s embrace of all herbs for fuck’s sake…” he downed a gulp of wine. The door behind them closed as Sky’re came in with a special black dagger. Isabella gasped and tried to hide behind Percevalt.” What is she doing?” “Damage control.” He replied. “She is going to make sure we stop sabotaging each other and focus on the real threat. The Forgotten. That is a weapon they use and have used on my fiancé a few months ago and recently in Neromapia…you will bring your family into the Shadow war.” “No, Percevalt no!” Isabella clutched on to his jacket as she begged.” Please, I love you, I love you. I want to be your wife, I want to have your children, I want to be your queen, please…please…” The Prince of Fall stared his beloved in her beautiful eyes. His heart ached immensely as the wine tried to dull his senses. No matter how much he would drink or how much he would pay a mage, he would never forget this, or forgive. “No.” he said and pushed her away.
He walked past Sky’re as he held her shoulder.” You paid for my sins, and me for mine…” without a glance back at his screaming lover, he left the room and closed the door behind him. Isabella’s final screams in this life were muffled as the door shook heavily. He could hear Sky’re screech loudly and gleefully as a wet and sick sound was thrown all over the room. He vowed he would never love again, and knew how the tale ended between the noble woman and the handsome prince of Fall.
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on May 15, 2012 22:06:22 GMT 1
Chapter 33: Priorities
“Looks like the game is about to kick off.” Togo said as he peered through his spyglass.” Any wagers?” He turned his gaze to the other ambassadors who merely glared at him. “Enough Togo.” Gorvar replied as he took the spyglass from his Halfling friend and had a look himself. The two large wooden towers on wheels lumbered forward to the castle’s walls as the men behind them pushed it forward. The red dragon flag waved above the towers, along with the Purple Cat of Easthold keep on one and the Gryphon on the other. A ring of tents and men surrounded the castle which was located on a hill. A Leaf banner waved gently in the wind as did a Bear under it, which marked that House Varen occupied this castle.
According to the letters the ambassadors received from messengers, Lord Thernon Frack of Easthold was send from the Winter-De Schacht Frontlines to assist Joffery Mannister in retaking the castles taken from the Mannisters by the Mountain Lords that served Prince Amroth. The towers moved toward the walls where the bears of and a regiment of dwarves were waiting for them. One dwarf in particular drew his attention. He was dressed in the strongest and hardest armour Gorvar had ever seen, he wore the banner of the axe and hammer over an anvil on his back. He had a beard as long as his waist which had the colour of the sun itself. He looked familiar, but Gorvar couldn’t place him.
“Hadgar Drurgen.” Alfred said as he glanced through his spyglass as well.” I’m surprised he’s here and not in Tor Vollen…” “Doesn’t he serve your King?” the half-orc asked. “Not really, by all meanings of the term Hadgar and Prince Amroth’s father were equals. He helps when he feels inclined to…Also his own son was to rendezvous with him here I wager.” The towers rolled on through even as dozens of arrows on fire pierced through the weaker parts of the wood. Several bolts from ballista rounds still hung through the gaps from the previous volleys, as did several dead men. The towers hit the wall which made the large trapdoor of the tower fall open and dozens of Mannister men jumped on the wall into the blades of the Valen and the dwarves.
The second tower hit the walls soon after as the Purple cats joined into the bloody melee on the walls as the invaders out of the towers ran up to the walls carrying ladders as the archers were now occupied with repelling the men on the walls, save the odd volley which killed a man carrying a ladder. Gorvar watched Lord Hadgar Drurgen fight and quickly established that despite his size, he was the best fighter on that wall. He did not waste energy with over-elaborate swings or going after the enemy. He waited and struck when he could make a killing blow. Curious for an dwarf.
“What are you waiting for?!” one of the Drurga ambassadors by the name of Terrence shouted at Gorvar.” We must help them!” “How?” Alfred asked. “ There are only twenty of us and only four of us can really fight. You want to fight through twenty-thousand men to get to the walls? By my sodding guest!” “Go for it.” Togo said.” I’ll laugh.” “Quiet, Halfling!” the ambassador snarled.” I’ll make you even shorter by taking your head!” “Oh racism, I missed that around these parts.” The halfling smirked.” Especially from a man whose grandfather got his willy wet from a woman half his size.” Terrence drew his sword and went to charge at Togo but was quickly held back by Aya’ strong arm while Togo pulled up his fists in a mocking manner shouting “Come at my brother, I can take you like I took your mother!”’ “The attack will fail.” Aya quickly said to calm Terrence down.” Already three-quarters of the tower men have been fought off and the tower starts smoking from the fire. The ladders can barely reach the wall and their men on the walls can’t provide long enough cover for those on the ladders to climb up. Your allies do not need our aid.” Terrence glared at the Northwoman for what seemed like ages before he shrugged the arms away from him and stormed off to calm down.
Gorvar groaned annoyed as he folded his spyglass.” We have to move to Ferden before the Mannisters find us.” He said as he picked up Togo and placed him down on the ground. “We cant leave them!” Terrence shouted.” My brother and my sister-in-law are fighting there!” “Then stay, we are going to Tor Vollen.” Gorvar said as he picked up his back pack. He gave a quick whistle which made Wolfgen run to him, his maws covered in blood. Terrence struggled for a few moments before he gave in and followed Alfred who in turn followed their half-orc guide and protector. The half-orc pat the wolf on his head before it ran off and guided the party out of the forest they were hiding in while the Northwoman took the rear as always.
The village of Ferden was close to Castle Solstice hall, but it wasn’t under Mannister protection. Ferden was a village that stood on it’s own. They paid their taxes but they defended themselves in the past from Northman to Orc to even the rare troll attack. They were not just villagers, but warriors as well. Gorvar heard Queen Soliana say that the people of Ferden have the finest militia known to the Continent of Seasons. Because of their status they refused to take part in the Summer-Winter-and Spring power balance and thus remained neutral. An ideal spot to rest before the final trek to Tor Vollen. “Still a shame we couldn’t have gone to that castle though.” Togo said.” Castles wenches are always of a higher class then village wenches.” “I thought you loved sleeping amongst the swine, Halfling.” Aya chuckled. “When I said I wanted to pork someone, that is not what I meant.” He replied.” Know your vocabulary, dear.” “You are a disgusting little man, aren’t you?” Alfred noticed. “I take offense to that.” “The little?” “No, the disgusting. I’m quite big for an Halfling, you can ask anyone. Isn’t that right Gorv?” Togo asked his friend. Gorvar merely shrugged as he moved some braches away. “See? Point for me.” Togo folded his arms with a victorious smirk.
The party moved out of the forest and came out in a clearing where the village was located. It was a large village where in the center, a large totem was stood with a wooden boar on top. The sign of the village of Ferden. They ate the boar from the forest and believed it gave them strength, hence they also wore it’s pelts for armour and tusks on their helmets. It was said during the invasion of Warlord Okar, they held off an entire army of Northmen single handedly for fourty days until the King Halmadir with House Varen rushed to their aid and routed the lot of them. For their prowess they were given their status for neutrality with the king’s blessing. However the hearty folk looked afraid and weak when the party entered, not even the guards had the courage to stop them from entering. “So…these are supposed to be the Ferden villagers, Ferden-i-can-kick-your-ass-from-here-to-Ursancti?” Togo asked. “Look deeper, we’ve seen this before…” Gorvar said to his companion. “Monster trouble…” Togo agreed. “Which is a good thing because we could use some gold.” “Of that, we have little, Halfling.” A rough and strong voice said.
A tall man walked over to them. He was heavily muscled and had a burly red beard. He wore a kilt that covered half his torso and bore a large axe. Behind him were two others who were a bit smaller then him and had dirty blonde hair. “My name is Tondrix of the Ferden, it’s champion and chieftain. For the past few months a monster has come every night and taken one of us, be it man woman or child. We find their corpses the next day half-eaten and…violated.” “How does it look like?” Gorvar asked. “It has a dark scaly skin, like a large reptile. Long wicked claws and a long red tongue.” The chieftain replied.
“Except for the skin, sounds like a Groxlar beast.” Togo said.” But if there is no coin-“ “We will slay it if you are willing to harbor us for the night, Chieftain Tondrix.” Gorvar said in Togo’s stead.” We have plenty of gold as it is.” “Even her?” Tondrix pointed to Aya. The northwoman merely glared back as the villager’s hatred slowly returned to their fatigued faces. “She has my trust.” Gorvar said.” She is part of the deal” “I can speak for myself, half-orc.” Aya replied. “And I can earn my own keep.” She stared Tondrix down.” I will help slay your monster.” “Good.” Tondrix smiled a little.” Mayhap, we may stand a chance…” With that Tondrix walked off. “What?!” Terrence stormed over.” Your willing to help a bunch of peasants and not our allies?!” “These people need our help more, Lord Drurga.” Alfred replied.” And I don’t know about you, but I rather have the legendary people of Ferden on our side then against us.” “Plus I love boar.” Togo added. The rest of the group stared at Togo before they got back to the matter at hand. “Then it is settled.” Gorvar said.” Tonight, we will kill the beast.” TBC
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Post by Warhammer Gorvar on May 30, 2012 20:39:09 GMT 1
Chapter 34; The return
It was warm that night, like most other nights. The jungle heat of Tarhan in the wilderness of the Vortha continent was not something Moira Ferden ever got used to. Her long black hair always turned out frizzy most of time because of the humidity. For the sake of her self esteem and the respect of her men she always ended up wearing a red bandana to cover up most. Her husband’s arms were around her waist as his head was snuggled onto the pillow. The smell of spices was still on his sweating skin as his breathing soothed her. Moira noticed their little girl in the room next to them was breathing smoothly as well, like her father. She only hoped that one day little Sarah would become a captain of the guard at the outpost and not be a dockworker like her father, Avaria needed more brave and strong women with the crisis of the Rebel Prayer and the civil war in the Continent of Seasons.
Tarhan port was one of the few ports on the wild unexplored continent, and only one Avaria owned. They had a trade route with a Van Xia outpost that was two days walk and they sometimes had visitors from the newly constructed Camelan colony to the south. Tarhan however was home to explorers and traders who got their spices from the plants of this strange land. Large beasts lived deep in the forest that could swallow a man whole. Large reptilian beasts the size of houses, with teeth as sharp as spears and legs as thick as trees. They were not dragons the Summer Kingdom had, for they lacked the wings nor did they breath fire. They were dangerous and often did Moira lose some scouts to these monsters. But thankfully, none of them would ever come near the town or the trade routes which were both lit at night by fire and guarded by Drow spear throwers placed on watch towers. This was a safe place to have a family and make a life for themselves, Moira made it so.
Three knocks on the door broke Moira from her revelry. Her husband stirred as she got up and put her night robe on. She prayed to the Allfather it wasn’t guard business, but when she opened the door and saw Sergeant Fred look at her with a pale face, she knew those prayers were not answered. “What is it, Fred?” she asked. “It’s Nathaniel sir, you better come quick to the hospice. He got hurt, bad.” He replied.” He asked for you to debrief before…” He did not finish that sentence, but Moira knew the gist of it. She hated losing one of her men, they were her boys. “I’ll be right back , wait here.” She said as she closed the door. She walked over to her armour stand and slipped on the cloth armour with metal shoulder and torso with the three fleur-de-lis of Avaria on her heart. “Guard duty…?” she heard her husband call out from their bed. “Yes, Nathaniel got hurt. Fred thinks he wont make it.” “Nate?” her husband sat up.” By the four gods, Beth just had her baby.” “I know.” Moira replied before she kissed him.” I’ll be back in a few hours.” “Be careful, love.” He replied before he turned back to sleep. With a small smile,
Moira left their house in the middle of the port and followed Fred to the hospice. All the houses were made out of clay from Kedanian sponsors, who despite not wanting to leave their island or their ships, always wanted to encourage trade or ports around the world. Moira would’ve preferred some of their war golems, but Valarius was not eager to sell one of his daughters to marry one of the Arch mages nor was the Avarian crown that wealthy to afford an army of them for a small trading post. She knew the Van Xia Emperor had many daughters and immediately sold two of them off to have an large army of war golems to protect their investment.
When Commander Moira and Sergeant Fred arrived at the hospice, they found their healer Jodokus rubbing some salve on his patient. Nathaniel was once a handsome and strong young man, barely out of his twenties. Now on the wooden table, he was a man covered bites and scars from claws. Three of his left fingers were gone, as if a wild animal bite them off as did one of his eyes. “Sir…” Nathaniel groaned in pain.” Private Nathaniel…Durd…reporting for duty.” “At ease, private.” Moira held his right hand before she looked at the healer.” Jodokus?” The old man shook his head.” If I were you, I would call for his family. The Allfather is calling him to his side any time now.” Moira nodded to Fred who ran off while more of the guard slowly came pouring in. “Sun god…” the dying man corrected.” Doesn’t matter, sir.” He held her hand.” The monsters, the lizards…they destroyed the Van Xian!” Moira’s eyes widened.” What?”
“It was a whole herd of them. I saw them from afar, rampaging through the port. I heard men dying, women screaming, the children…by the Four Gods the children….someone was riding them. One of the smaller ones got me, but I got away...I got away.” “Who was riding them?” “Didn’t see…all I saw was the biggest one, he had a large...thing on his back, four people…a banner! The black crocodile on a leaf! The black crocodile on a leaf!” He began to shiver heavily as if he was experiencing the event again. “Calm down, private!” Moira ordered him.” You are with friends, your safe!” “No captain, we’re not...run, we have to...we have…Beth…” the young man fell silent as his shudders subsided. Jodokus immediately ran over and placed his head on the man’s chest. With a heavy sigh he shook his head and shut the young man’s lifeless eyes and pulled a blanket over him.
“Sir?” one of the other guards came in, Tom she recalled. Tom and his entourage were the perimeter guards of the south. Tarhan was weak compared to the other colonies and thus a little warning before an attack was useful. “We just came back when we heard the word. We received a beacon from the Camelan colony as well this morning, sir.” One of the guards added.” However when our men came close they found the place destroyed. We came back as soon as we could.” Two colonies were gone, and both were better protected then Tarhan port. Moira stood up as she collected her thoughts. The Van Xia outpost was two days away, it would take any ship to sail back to Avaria about fourteen to get there, eight if it set sail to Kadan. There were barely one thousand people on this outpost, with only one hundred and fifty, no one hundred and fourty-nine to protect them. Most of the ships were fishermen ships, not enough for a evacuation, unless they tied them together and build new ones as well.
“Get everyone to work, we need to evacuate this colony as soon as possible.” Moira said. The guard saluted her and ran off to the church next door to ring the bells. She looked at the white sheet that began showing traces of blood for a moment before she walked outside and went to console his widow.
The next day, the entire town was in a constructive panic as they worked hard on binding boats together to fit hundreds where it would only fit dozens. The larger ships were already being filled with the children and the elderly, but it went with a snail’s pace. The Doubtless was about to set sail. “I can help.” Sarah offered her mother before she was picked up by her father. “I know sweetie, but mama wants you to be on the boat with the other children to keep an eye on them.” Moira smiled as she strayed her little girl’s hair.” I need you to be my little guardsmen, okay?” “Yes mama.” Sarah replied as she clung onto her father. “I could help the others with building the ships.” Her husband offered. “No, I want you on the boat to in case something happens.” Moira said. She gave him a note.” This is a letter for my father, gives this to him and both of you can life in his mansion in peace.” “Moi-“ her husband began. “Bradock, please! Take the thing!” She shoved it in his hands. Bradock held it in his hand as he nodded at her.” Okay, just in case…” he said before he held her. Moira held her family one last time and savored the moment.
As they parted, they heard the warning bells in the distance from the Northside tower. The people began to panic and move quickly to the boats. “Go!” Moira kissed her husband.” I love you, look after Sarah!” she said before she had to go. She heard her daughter scream which made her heart ache, but she had a job to do. Already the smaller boats were setting of as the larger ones were just pulling in the ropes. The guard pulled up the gates as they took their spears and lit the braziers. The ringing on the Northside was suddenly silenced which bode no good to the defenders. “Those towers are as high as the largest tree.” Fred said as he took a spear and held it firmly in his hand.” No man can climb that fast to stop Harold from ringing.” “Unless someone is large enough as a tree.” Tom replied.
“Quiet you two, keep focused.” Moira snapped at them. She took a crossbow herself and knocked it. Subconsciously one of her father’s stories came to her head, about the days of Valarius the thief and their adventures together. “I saved his arse more then once.” He told her.” Course that royal prick wont mention it to anyone, he was this prideful before he even became a king. Anyway, hold the but end to your shoulder, aim and pull the trigger. Bit more to the left, yes like that! You are going to be a one hell of a warrior someday, my girl!” Her memories stopped the moment she felt the first thump.
“Sir.” Tom asked.” You felt that?” “I did, stay focused.” She replied. The other guards took their crossbows, bows and spears and waited. Another thump came, which rumbled her insides. Then another, and another. She saw birds fly away from afar as if they were spooked. “Hold.” She commanded.” Hold the damn line.” The men glared to the jungle and awaited what would come out of it. What happened next could have made any lesser of a man cry for his mother. The trees were brushed aside by one of the largest monsters Moira had ever seen. It was as large if not larger then the walls and was as long as a street in length, including the tale. It’s maw was huge as it was filled with teeth. It had two ridiculously small arms, but with a monstrous vision in front of them, none dared to laugh. A thunderlizard, one of the deadliest creatures on the planet. On it’s back was a small palisade where four people were sat and held the black crocodile banner. Three of them were archers, men with brown skin covered in jungle green. But the one who rode the monster was the most curious one. He was dressed like them but everyone, including her little Sarah, could have recognized those ears. Their leader was an elf.
The elf stared deeply at Moira, who returned the glare. Another lesson from her father. Below them, smaller reptiles with longer arms and a curved talon on their paws were also being ridden by the same men and gathered. The entire jungle fell silent, save for the cries of the people inside the port who ran off to the boats. The thunderlizard inhaled deeply, before it unleashed a mighty and terrifying roar that shook the earth. Four more thunderlizards stepped out of the forest, smaller then the one the elf rode on but still nearly as large as the wall. Moira had to hold on to her own courage after it passed. She fought for her family, no-one or nothing would come over this line if she still drew breath.
“Open fire!” Moira shouted and fired a bolt at one of the archers. The archer fell down dead from it’s palisade and fell with a thud on the floor. The smaller lizards that were not mounted , pounced on the body and began devouring it. But the guard gave it no pause and opened fire with bolt, flaming arrow and spear. The elf shouted something in a strange tongue before the thunderlizard charged to the wall. It felt like an earthquake as it tackled at the wall which began to crack immediately, like a giant battering ram. Phillip just threw a spear and nearly fell off the edge but managed to hold on to the reeling. Tom tried to reach him, but the thunderlizard lunged and snapped him up. A short cry, and only left arm remained before it to fell both. “You bastards!” Tom shouted and fired another bolt at the elf, who swatted it away with a strange blade.
“The eyes, go for the eyes!” Moira shouted.” Stay away from the reeling!” She risked a glance behind her, and sighed with relief as the Doubtless set off. Her family and all of the children were safe. Now they only had to hold on before they could leave on the last fishermen’s ships.
The thunderlizards roared louder and charged at the wall. Some of her guards fell of the wall behind them, and mercifully fell on stacks of hay or broke only an arm instead of being devoured alive by the smaller lizards. The cracks became larger however and even the wooden gate began to buckle. “Keep firing!” Moira shouted.” Allfather blast your eyes, keep firing! Second ring, stand ready behind the gate!” The guards kept firing as the ones below held a defensive position. The gate cracked by another tackle as the smaller lizards charged in. The guards below hacked at them with their swords and axes, but one who strayed to far from the group get pounced on and was devoured before the attackers were slain.
Tom fell shortly after by an arrow to the throat and fell off the wall, Moira didn’t know if his corpse was eaten. “Keep fighting!” she shouted. Fred fired a bolt from a killed guardsmen and managed to score a lucky hit. One of the thunderlizard’s was stuck in the eye and cried out in anger. The defenders cheered for a short moment, but Moira stopped when she saw the elf grin. He mouthed something as the other lizards stepped back. The struck lizard roared loudly and charged at the wall. The wall burst as the monster broke it in half in it’s beserking anger. It ate handfuls of her men of the wall before another tackle made her fall of the wall. She felt the ground rush toward her as her life flashed by her eyes before she hit the floor.
She did not know how long she was out, but when she woke it was not in the belly of a monster. She woke up on her knees as she was bound at a wooden post. Most of the boats were gone, but sadly not all of her people were. From afar she saw Judokus losing his arm to one of the smaller lizards as Beth was dragged in the hospice by the jungle men with the other women. “Her fate will be glorious…” a dark voice said which made Moira turn her head. It was the elf who walked to her and knelt in front of her.” Yours, even more so.” Moira spat at him, which made him chuckle. “You have fought me well.” The elf wiped the spittle away.” Not even the other humans with their stone monsters were this much of a challenge, and they had better defenses. Also, all your ships are gone. Ships I need to get back home. Thankfully the ones I already possess should be enough for plan A to work.” “Home?” she glared.” You destroyed mine! I hope you choke-” “Shhhh….” The elf smiled as he strayed her bloodied hair.” Let’s be civil. My name is Hirondir of House Spring, and I need your help to find a way to go back home and reclaim my throne.”
TBC
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