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Through the morning mist came the first light of day, shining on the empty streets of Singador, ancient city of many legends and once capital of whole of Isindil, but now an abandoned relic of the past, lying in the shadows of the temple of Kyss
Kalo's journey had been a long one. Starting in the dense forests of Zardur, he trudged on through the open plains of Cerandar, and that is where is journey hit rough patches. He had to travel through the mountain range called Pokt, where Gunkun lay. With his wits and use of magic, he was able to procure enough food to survive the journey. Using his bow, he would take down big game and cook it with a simple fire spell.
This was necessary, since he could not gather supplies for his journey in Zardur. Since Kalo was shunned, he was not permitted to purchase supplies at any of the stores. But why should he? It would only give those filthy pigs more money. This only strengthened Kalo's resolve to reach is destination, and, eventually, win the Tournament of Fate.
Kalo spotted a traveler on the trail ahead. When he was closer, Kalo waved.
"Hello friend, could you point me in the direction of Gunkun?" Kalo asked innocently.
The traveler smiled and said, "Ah, you travelers keep getting younger and younger. Ahead the trail will split two ways. Take the trail that goes left."
Kalo smiled and thanked the traveler. He went a short distance and turned around. He whispered a few words, and a column of fire consumed the traveler.
He then turned towards Gunkun, smiling as he imagined himself winning the Tournament of Fate.
The guardsman cleared his voice and held up a scroll of parchment. Talk in the tavern died down almost instantly, and all eyes turned to him.
"This man, Marco Kaufman, is a wanted criminal! Should anyone have information pertaining to his whereabouts, they should report to us immediately!" The Guardsman announced and stepped back out of the tavern, followed by two of his fellow guards. Marco was sitting near the stairs, in the darkest corner of the tavern. Immediately, he stood and walked up the stairs. He crossed the hallway to his room, gathered his poison kit and pulled the wool blanket off of the bed. He walked to the sloping side of the room, where the roof was. He pushed hard on a certain area, on which he had worked for several nights during his stay in this hamlet. It gave easily and he heard it slide and fall off the side of the roof. He wrapped the wool blanket around him, making sure it covered his face like a hood, and then climbed out onto the roof.
He jumped down and landed among the bushes. Good, He thought, this will make me look less suspicious. Confident that he looked like a wandering beggar, he made a large loop through the woods, before emerging onto a deserted road. He walked back towards the tavern, where he saw the three Guardsmen standing outside, one of them drinking from a jug.
Marco walked past them, circled around two houses and hid in the foliage there. He watched, waiting, until the Guard who was drinking finally set the jug down and headed around back, to relieve himself. Marco quickly stood, walked back around the houses and crossed the dirt road. He dropped the blanket behind a tree, drew a dagger and slowly crouch-walked around the side of the tavern.
The Guard was facing away from the tavern, looking at a tree. It was almost too easy. Marco quietly walked up behind him and, lightning-quickly, he had a hand over the Guard
"Praise be to the great Ansat!
Glory belong to all who crush
followers of the Kyss'tar.
Turn'th away from the ways
of the order and join in
salvation from Ansat Below!"
- Ansat's call of Salvation through High Priest
Plap... plup-plap... plup was the sound
of the rain hitting the arc of the High Priest.
It took 12 of the damned to support it's weight.
They carried it through the mud that rainy day
on the path to Singador. None dared lift their
feet too high lest they splash mud on the
brilliant gold of the arc. Their position carrying
the sacred arc was much coveted by the thousands
of followers trailing--just waiting to get a
chance to pay off their debt to the Great Ansat.
Inside sat the High Priest. Safeguarded by heavy
silk curtains He slouched.
His goal was simple. The return of the
Order of Kyss'Tar needed to be strategically
and ruthlessly stopped. The promises of Ansat
could not stand against the judgment of the true
deity. Ansat--just a perverted figment of his
imagination--would be exposed. With not many years
left in High Priest's life, winning the tournament
with his muscle would not be an option.
Outside the slaves grunted. The sound of
splashing mud drowned out the sounds of the High
Priest's scribbling. Plans for his first battle,
poured out of his quill as if they were truly
of divine inspiration. His first victory would
conclude with a bang.
Appearing over the horizon was singador.
With the Arc in front and the Army behind, Ansat's
war with the order of Kyss'Tar was about to begin.
"So sir, where are we going?" The squire asked his knight.
"Beats me." The knight answered while riding his steed, trying to look epic with most of his light armour on, carrying his shield up. Semi looking at the mountains ahead while the next town was much more up north. "This is soooo sweet, I have to get someone to paint this scene when I get back." He thought to himself before he finely decided to change the way he was riding.
"So what are we going to do?" The squire inquired once again.
"Follow the fights, the tales and the broads to our destination of course. And if we stay steady and true to our cause we might get there in one piece."
"How can one be steady and true to the cause if we indulge ourselves in fights ans broads?"
"We'll see."
The sun was already starting to set, and with the large mountains it was setting behind it would not be long before it got dark. The company decided to camp near a small group of trees, hoping for some wildlife to eat. But after some hours of searching it turned out nothing worth eating was to be found. So they dug into their supplies for food and then went to bed.
The next day was equally uneventful, but at night a wolf smelling the freshly caught rabbit came to visit their sleeping accommodation. With the fire sizzling ever so lightly the raindrops falling on the leaves creating an orchestra of sounds, the wolf was not to be heard. The horses whinneyed slightly sensing danger they tried to move away, their hooves brushed against the slight overgrowth. The wolf came closer, step by step, its claws heading straight to what must have looked like the better of two meals. As it edged closer and closer, each step increased it's hunger for food. And sleeping food is the best kind. It instinctively aimed at the foods neck readying itself for a short but fierce fight. It's claws were ready, its teeth sharp as nails. Opened it's mouth far and wide and then made the fatal mistake of wanting its prey too much. The saliva dropped from its mouth landed in the knights eyes.
He pulled his sword out under his blanket and slung it from one side to the other hitting the animal with the blunt side of the sword on its head sending it crashing to the floor.
"SQUIRE GET UP!" He yelled. Immediately sending the boy flying to the sky with his own sword at the ready. The wolf was down yelping for help.
Help, from the rest of his pack, in unison they started crying at the moon. Was it vengance, was it hunger, one can only guess. But one thing was certain, there would be much more death on this rainy night.
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"Finally" Rusty thought to himself the "Human is moving now". Rusty had been waiting on the out-skirts of town for so long now he was wondering if the Human would do anything at all. "Humans are funny creatures" his Mother would say, and she was right, of the six weeks he had been waiting all the Human would do was go in the Tavern then to the Brothel, Tavern Brothel, Tavern Brothel.
Rusty was glad to be moving, he threw off his massive cloak that had been his diguise now for the six weeks he had been waiting. If the other Humans had seen him they would have sent a hunting party after him, Humans do not like Ogres in their cities it would seem. The one guy that acctually saw him ended up a good meal although scrawny and tough it was meat which around this City was hard to find, no Rabbits or Pheasants like in the mountains of his home, just Cats and Dogs which for an Ogre was not enough. He remembered one night just after eating the human, his family, well I think it was his family, came looking on the outskirts of town calling his name "Arocalex where are you?" and "Arocalex are you there?" "no answer by Arocalex" Rusty would snigger "hes been turned into faeces I'm afraid".
Rusty was still thinking of his meal when the Human road past at speed and he could swear the Human looked straight at him as he hid in the bushes, "I'll wait half an hour then follow" Rusty laughed, "stupid slow Horses, I could out-run the stupid beast easily, but I better not, I dont want the Human seeing me, yet". As the sun started coming down Rusty set of after the Human at a canter so as not to get too close, Singador seemed to be in that direction......... "I wonder why......." Rusty thought as he left the town behind him and the bones of Arocalex, "that stupid Human gave me the shits".............. "I should have eaten his wife too, Singador is a long way off, I'll need to eat again before I get there................"
The Doka funeral caravan, ornately carved, bumped and creaked slowly along the cobbled human road, out of Singador surrounded by an honour guard and headed by a single Sou elder. As the elder pondered the song sung by the little human girl the warriors that made up the honour guard studied their ancient human surroundings, both fascinated and bored by the architecture.
Not one of them turned to look back at Ka, who was now sitting impassively at the feet of the girl at the feet of the statue with his iron balls and chains arranged neatly upon his crossed legs, nor did Ka turn to look at them.
The girl began to sing again. The dark eyes behind the iron mask fluttered like a startled flutterby for a moment, then Ka began to whisper:
One, two, free 'n' four
Even's will come, you canno' ignore...
Come morning time the knight still stood with the squire resting on his back. They had attacked him the most while keeping the knight busy, kill the weak one of the horde. One more wolf lay next to its kin on the ground. The squire had landed a lucky blow after almost dozing off. A kick to his shins from the knight woke him just in time.
"Morning has arrived. We are saved." The knight said relieved.
"How are we saved!?" The squire replied with angst and paranoia. "We are still surrounded!" It seemed to the knight as if he had snapped.
"Snap out of it boy, or once they leave I will beat the shit out of you."
"Leave!?"
After a moment of silence one wolf disappeared and soon afterwards the others left with it. "See, there was no meal for them this night, took them long enough to realize it though. And..." The Knight looked across his shoulder and saw a worn out, beaten squire sleeping on his back bleeding from his legs and arm.
After spending a while patching him up Alfredo, with a stroke of honour, healed the wolves as best he could and sent them on their merry way.
When his squire finally decided to get off his lazy wounded ass the following conversation ensued:
"Where are the dead wolves?" The squire said as he tried to sit straight, his hand reaching for his wound on his side.
"They weren't dead numbskull, they were just knocked out and needed some light medical care. Now get your ass up and lets move out. We've almost missed an entire day, hope we find another village soon. The map I had has been torn to shreds"
"right," The squire flinched as he tried to stand, "away sir."
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Stonehawk looked up from his work briefly. What was that in the air? Suspense. Once again, something was amiss.
"What is it this time...?"
He was barely five miles from the old city of Singador. He had his goal set on the library, of course - there were rumors of powerful things within. While in the field, he was constantly perfecting the blueprints for the spells he was working on - though he dared not try them just yet.
He wondered if he could not simply teleport into the city. It seemed so easy - just a couple of shards and stanzas knitted together, and he would be there. Then, he remembered he had already tried a teleportation spell earlier in his journey - and failed; additionally, upon reaching the test site, he discovered it had been decimated by an explosion of unknown nature and very bizarre shape. Instead of a teleportation spell, he had unwittingly invented a highly unpredictable explosion spell - that seemed to happen a lot nowadays.
He sighed. Inventing spells was hazardous work. Most of his colleagues died within their first decade; few survived to retirement age. Still, thaumatology was lucrative work, if one had a patron.
"Time to continue on my way..."
"So where are we headed to now?" The young squire asked humped over his horse. Alfredo the knight was pulling both the horses forward. A bit of light training to relax his muscles. It was once again a beautiful day, the rainy night was almost forgotten by Alfredo if it weren't for his squire moaning all the time about his wounds. At this point he was more of a nuisance then a helper and he did ponder the thought of leaving him behind at the next town and choosing another squire for the next leg of the journey.
But most of the time he gave way for such thoughts in favour of dames, drinks and merry chanting; in that order. "Half a day and we should arrive in Leopolsburg" The knight commented.
dum
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