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| chadden | Dec 18 2008, 05:51 PM Post #801 |
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Mordain nodded. "Then our thanks can wait. He should be with the one he loves." He turned to Shaellana. "Tomorrow will be an important day, if the Lord Castoden has healed sufficiently. Come, Shaellana. You may help me prepare." The two walked away once more, climbing through the city to the great palace at its back. They entered the main hall and, with Mordain in the led, walked straight ahead to a tall, marble door, highlighted with golden patterns. Four Order of Light soldiers stood guard. "Stand aside." commanded Mordain. The men did as instructed. Mordain placed his hand against the door and spoke three words. In responce, magical runes flared to life across the door and it slowly swung open. The room on the other side was long but narrow, more of a corridor than an actual chamber. It was lined by statues of heroes and heroines, all in brilliant armour or transfixing robes. They were the legends of Weissland's pass, comemerated here where their memory could watch over one of Weissland's most precious artefacts; the Castoden crown, crown to the rightful rulers of Weissland. Mordain and Shaellana walked towards it. It was beautiful. It appeared as a circlet, with tall points rising from it. The points were taller at the front, gradually getting smaller as they reached the back. Forged from brilliant silver that still maintained its shine after many millennia was what had earned the crown its rumours of magical ability. Gold had been added to its design, too, highlighting the lowest rim as well as the centres and tips of the points. Five gems sat along the front. Slowly, Mordain lifted the crown and examined it. "I had never expected to hold this crown, let alone be the one to crown the next king." Shaellana smiled. "A task well earned, my Lord." He directed her over to his right. There, she found a white box, crafted with elegance and grace. She lifted it and opened it. The inside was cushioned and lined with white silk. Mordain placed the crown within and closed the box. He took it and the pair walked from the room, closing the mighty door behind them. The soldiers looked surprised to see Mordain carrying the box. "Tomorrow, Weissland will have a new King. Tell your master that. I need to speak with him." |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Hotshot | Dec 18 2008, 08:04 PM Post #802 |
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James lay on a wide bed, Rebecca next to him, her head on his chest. "I was so worried," she whispered. "So was I," said James. "How did you do it?" Rebecca asked. "What?" asked James. "Kill him," said Rebecca. "How did you stay brave and do what you had to do? How did you get rid of your fear?" "I didn't," said James. Rebecca brought her head up and looked at James. "What?" "I was afraid the whole time," said James. "I just had to remember you and all the others who were counting on me to kill him, and that's what allowed me to walk out there alone and face him." Rebecca leaned forward and kissed him gingerly on the lips. "I love you." "I love you too," said James, and he held her tightly. "I hope this is it," said Rebecca. "I hope there will be no more wars, no more fighting. I just want to lay here with you forever and not worry about anything." "I don't think we will have to worry for a long time Rebecca," said James. "I think Weissland will be safe for many years now." "Good," said Rebecca. Then she laughed and said, "I like having my husband around." James laughed as well. "And I like being around." |
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| Gorfang | Dec 18 2008, 08:16 PM Post #803 |
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He turned the corner into another street. Nathaniel noticed how empty it all was. Everyone was somewhere else, celebrating no doubt. While he walked, he took a look at the wound on his shoulder. Undoubtedly it looked horrible, but looks could be deceiving. Drakkon pulled the hood of his black robe up over his head. Every now and then he felt the absence of his staff. It had been a constant for many years, now it was gone, left behind. I'll have to find a tree and make another, Nathaniel thought. Finally, he entered a small, secluded courtyard. There was an ornate sculpture in the centre of the courtyard and to either side were flat, stone benches. Nathaniel sat down to wait, some of the others would be here soon. Depending on who survived. |
![]() Anubis, IPU is dead, long live IPU! A-Team member. "If a loyal servant of Weissland is threatened, I will aid him to my dying breath, with every drop of my blood. There are older and more powerful things in the world that have faced me and underestimated my resolve, to their end." - Nathaniel Drakkon "For what is dead may never die, but rises again, harder and stronger!" - Aeron Damphair, a Song of Ice and Fire. Visit the Drakkon Grimoire - The Collected, Completed Nathaniel Drakkon Fiction | |
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| Lathaon | Dec 18 2008, 08:29 PM Post #804 |
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"I think that with Drathmor defeated, the Order of the Light should be able to guard the Casket properly," Elandir said. "My troops are on their way to the dark elf camp, though. They will need all the help they can get." *** The soldiers nodded, glanced at each other, and then one of them hurried away to relay the message. Jaunne was outside. Unlike Medran, he was a military man - a commander of the Order. He had fought and somehow survived without a scratch. "Sir, Mordain wants to speak to you. He said that tomorrow, Weissland will have a new king." "Castoden survived?" Jaunne said. "Aracen be praised! I will seek out Mordain immediately." |
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| chadden | Dec 18 2008, 08:51 PM Post #805 |
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Brae looked at Elandir. "Should we go after them and help?" ----- Mordain turned towards Jaunne as the man approached. "I am glad that you were so quick, Commander. James Castoden survived his fight with the Dark Lord, and tomorrow I hope to crown him King of Weissland. I must speak with you about the ceremony." |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Lathaon | Dec 18 2008, 09:23 PM Post #806 |
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"I think that would be best," Elandir said. "If we take horses, we might get there before the end, unless you've got a better idea?" *** "Of course," Jaunne said, listening. |
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| chadden | Dec 18 2008, 09:55 PM Post #807 |
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Brae shook his head. "None that I can think of... Unless there are any eagles we could 'borrow'?" ----- Mordain made a sweeping gesture down the grand steps that led to the palace. "The ceremony will be held here, as is tradition. Your soldiers, as well as Royal Guards, will flank these steps. The crowds will have to be fitted into what space there is left over. Can you organise your men in time?" |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Lathaon | Dec 18 2008, 10:38 PM Post #808 |
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"I've only flown one eagle before and that one has a mind of its own. The army will be busy reorganising, so I don't know where to find one or who to ask," Elandir said. He started walking, seeing no sense in standing still. "We'd better take the horses." *** "I would say so, yes," Jaunne replied. |
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| chadden | Dec 19 2008, 01:29 AM Post #809 |
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Brae followed after him, moving up into the city. ----- Mordain walked further down the steps, invisioning what it would look like. Shaellana walked closer to Jaunne. "Decorations would be good, too. Lord Mordain isn't the type to request them. But flowers, banners and the like would go down well, I'm sure." |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Hotshot | Dec 19 2008, 06:27 PM Post #810 |
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"The people are talking," said Rebecca. "They say you will be crowned tomorrow." James closed his eyes and sighed. "I know." "You don't want this, do you?" asked Rebecca. "Do you?" asked James. "What you want is what I want," said Rebecca genuinely. "I want to run," said James. "I want to get out of here." "Then let's do it," said Rebecca, sitting up. "If this won't make you happy, I don't want you doing it." "I have to," said James. "No you don't!" protested Rebecca. "Do what you want, not what everyone else wants." "They need this," said James. "How do you think the people would react if the person they had counted on suddenly abandoned them? What if I just got up and abandoned you? How would you feel?" Rebecca sniffed but did not say anything. "Exactly," said James. "Then I will face this with you," said Rebecca. "I will be at your side at every step." "I know," said James. "I wouldn't have it any other way." |
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| Gorfang | Dec 19 2008, 06:50 PM Post #811 |
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Nathaniel sat and waited, his arms crossed in front of his chest. As he looked down he pushed his sleeve up slightly and looked at his forearm. There were still small, patchy parts of the tattoo. It feels empty. I'll have to do something about that, he thought. After a few minutes, three people walked into the small courtyard and joined him. One was a young elven mage, another was a human woman, wearing clothes which marked her out as a merchant. The final one was a man roughly Nathaniel's age, a soldier, his armour still marked with blood and grime. Nathaniel said quietly "Its good of you to come, I'll not keep you long. Why did Bayel not come? Busy I suppose." The merchant held her hand up to her face, and it was clear she was upset. Nathaniel knew what it was, but he could not admit it to himself, he had to hear one of them say it. The soldier put a hand on the merchant's shoulder, reasurringly, before saying to Nathaniel "General Bayel did not make it." "What... what happened?" Was all Drakkon could muster. The soldier recounted "I ran into some of the general's men when they reached the inner wall. When they pulled out they met stiff opposition. The only way to get most of the men out was to form up a rearguard to hold the undead back. The general was already tired and injured, he ordered them to go and took a handful of men back into the fight. They were just... dragged down." Nathaniel was deeply saddened by this news, but he tried to hide it from the others. No use making them feel worse, he thought. Finally he replied "A great loss. He will be remembered. Do we know how many others we've lost? And who will take over his position?" The elven mage spoke now "Most of us seem to have survived, a few have been lost amongst Weissland's casualties. As for the general's position, he had no successor, there will likely be a vote at some point, the two other senior members will be needed for it though." Nathaniel nodded "Of course. It is good to see some of you again. I'll not keep you any longer, I'm sure you all have things to do. Try to remember, tomorrow will be a memorable day, one of great cheer." The others nodded, although Nathaniel was sure such words were little comfort. The group departed and split up on their way. The black-clad mage remained for a time, to think, to rest, and to prepare. |
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| Hotshot | Dec 21 2008, 04:16 PM Post #812 |
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As the night dragged on, Rebecca fell asleep on James's chest. He lay awake for a while, stroking her hair and thinking about everything that had happened that day. It had been the longest day of his life, and it was hard to believe it was actually ending. It was hard to believe Drathmor was actually dead, that the world was actually safe, and that tomorrow he would have to stand in front of Weissland and become their king. Nevertheless, it had to be done. He wished he could stay laying here with Rebecca forever, but he knew that could not happen, and, resigning himself to that fact, slowly drifted off to sleep. |
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| chadden | Dec 22 2008, 07:10 PM Post #813 |
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The night had dragged on. Mordain and Shaellana had finished making their preparations with Jaunne; he would see to it that the place was suitably elaborate the following day. Now, the pair walked through the streets once more. The heavy shadows of the night had brought fear to Weissland for the past number of weeks, but now it was calming. They could hear the songs of night birds and watch as the moon peacefully bathed the land in its glow. It was tranquil. Though, Shaellana was the only one able to appreciate it. "My Lord, I am tired and I think I shall go and rest now." she said. "Very well, Shaellana." was his simple reply. The High Seeker bid her lord farewell and retired to some sleeping quarters within one of the towers. Mordain stood motionless high in the city, staring down at it. Everything from the outer wall to the inner wall had been crushed, but beyond that the damage was minimal. Soldiers and civilians alike had been assigned to clear away the dead and do what they could to clear up the mess, which they had made good progress with. The Mage of Shadows gazed over everything. He wondered what condition Ataya was in, and he wondered if Lathaon had been able to find his way back from the Plane of the Dead. Not that it mattered; James would soon be Mordain's lord, and indeed the lord of all Weissland. There was much Mordain would have to share with him, many things that all save for Lathaon and Mordain had been forbidden to know. As he stood, his mind drifted. He began to try and remember the last time he had dreamed, let alone the last time he had slept. Not since he was afflicted with this demonic curse, that was for sure. Sleep had been taken from him. He had become tireless. The curse should have destroyed him, but his loyalty had kept him going. Now, his loyalties would have to shift. He hoped that these new loyalties would prove strong enough to sustain him. |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Hotshot | Dec 22 2008, 07:16 PM Post #814 |
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The next morning came quickly it seemed to James. He was awoken by light streaming through one of the narrow keep windows right onto his face, and the sound of birds reached his ears. Birds. What a strange noise to hear after so long, and the first thing he had heard after defeating Drathmor. He lay in bed for a long while until Rebecca stirred. "Good morning," he whispered. "Good morning," she replied groggily. "Today's the day," he said. "It is, isn't it?" There was a knock on the door, and James called, "Come in!" Darnil walked in and said, "Milord, the preparations are almost complete for the ceremony. Lord Mordain is coming to see you." |
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| chadden | Dec 22 2008, 11:01 PM Post #815 |
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Indeed, the preparations were nearing completion. Another hour or so and the scene would be set. Shaellana had been left to oversee the final preparations. Mordain walked down the corridors of the keep towards James's chamber. He had not seen the man since the monks took him away. Nor had he seen the monks, though he couldn't say he was eager to see them. Their arrogance maddened him. He had no love for them, and he had no wish to kill them; they just had to learn their place. Mordain arrived at the door, finding Darnil there. "And is our Lord awake?" he asked, stepping into the room beside Darnil. |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Hotshot | Dec 23 2008, 12:22 AM Post #816 |
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"I am," said James, sitting up with Rebecca and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. |
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| chadden | Dec 23 2008, 12:42 AM Post #817 |
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Mordain moved closer, but still maintained a good two feet gap between himself and the bed. "Today will be a big day for you, James. Your life will change. Do you understand this?" |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Hotshot | Dec 23 2008, 12:50 AM Post #818 |
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James nodded. "Yes." |
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| chadden | Dec 23 2008, 12:54 AM Post #819 |
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"You have a few hours before you will both have to be ready. Servants will be sent with clothes for you to wear. Rebecca, you will stand with me at the top of the stairs. James, you must ascend them under the banners held high by your people." |
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"Stand against me if you must, for of course you will. Conflict is just another part of this flawed reality. You need to cling to your concepts and purposes, your feeble honour and glory. None of it serves any purpose in the end. And the end draws close." - Krodalis Thaendil. "It really is amazing; she killed Kelan Wealer, not that I am complaining, but then the order welcomed her as their new leader. It makes one wonder if I were to ram a blade down her throat, would the monks then follow my commands?" - Mordain Thaendil. One of the Last Guardians. Suck it. | |
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| Hotshot | Dec 23 2008, 12:55 AM Post #820 |
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Rebecca nodded and James said, "I understand." |
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