《The Awakening, Voices In The Mist》


 Chapter One

    ¡°The Great Grass Sea is said to be the home of the Elves, and strange magics.¡± - History of the Theocracy


    Though the night was brisk, George was drenched in sweat. His fingers raw, but still holding firm on the cliff side. His mind raced as his foot found a crack. Wedging it inside, he slowly shifted as his muscles ached and throbbed. George was thanking the Gods for the cool night and its gentle breeze. Climbing down this cliff for several hours now, he knew he needed to rest soon, though that was easier said than done on this almost sheer cliff. It was then that George¡¯s amber eyes glanced at what he hoped was a crack in the cliff face he could squeeze into. Scrambling down as quickly and safely as he could, he made it to the opening, smiling wide as he peered inside.


    ¡°Looks like I should fit.¡± He said, huffing his weight inside, shifting with just barely enough room to twist and gaze out at the vast empty sea of grass he was heading towards. Not seeing far as the thick clouds rolled across the night sky, George could have sworn he heard a soft rumble coming from above. He closed his eyes trying to take in the night air when the rumbling turned louder and soon into flapping. George¡¯s eyes snapped open to see a mass of black fill the crevasse before him. He had only moments to raise his arms as the bird''s face lashed forward, its razor sharp beak tearing at his silk robes and flesh. George yelled in pain as he fought to push the beast back


    ¡°Damn Valicon!¡± George hissed as he finally got the bird away from his now blood soaked sleeve and arm. He quickly pointed his finger at the still screeching Valicon, his amber eyes starting to glow softly as he spoke. ¡°Th¨¹m-ga!¡± he said, his voice a choir, its volume increasing as he spoke the words. The air around his extended finger twisted and came into a shape, clear like a bubble but solid like stone. The formed air shot forth with great speed, the Valicon was barely able to react as it tore through the beast''s chest leaving a gaping wound of guts and blood. The huge bird gurgled and fell to the plains below, a few moments later a loud thud echoed up the mountain walls.


    ¡°Well, that''s one way to do it.¡± He said, chuckling to himself as he leaned back and closed his eyes. Flashes of blood and empty faces with no features filled George¡¯s mind, one turned to him its smooth face writhing as if trying to speak. His eyes opened once again gazing out to a peaceful night sky.


    ¡°How long?¡° He thought, starting to stir while gazing out at the night sky ¡°It hasn''t changed much.¡± thought George as he moved to resume his descent. Another hour passed and George finally collapsed into the cool soft grass of the sea.


    ¡°Finally at the bottom.¡± He said softly with a wicked smirk ¡° I did it.¡± He said starting to chuckle, his amber eyes looking back up at the mountain. Its peaks hidden by the thick clouds rolling over them, snow snaking down in several places that melt away into gentle rivers carving paths down the mountain''s side. George sighed and rolled back over onto his hands and knees. Getting up, he started to wipe his robe but figured it did not matter.


    ¡°Alright, it''s time to do this, no turning back after all.¡± he said, starting to walk into the grass sea. ¡°It should be a day and a half, maybe two if I use those enchantments.¡± He thought as he walked farther, another rumble came from up the mountain followed quickly by three loud pops. George was about to question it when he thought better, turning his light walk into a light jog.


    An hour or so later George stood on the top of a hill gazing out to the expanse before him. Even in the dim moonlight, the vast greens and yellows still popped out brightly, though George¡¯s raven black hair wasn''t making it easy for him. He pushed the greasy and sweat filled locks to the side, freeing his eyes to scan the horizon. Off to the south he spotted a few tree-like objects and nodded. His hand reached into the inner pocket of his robe, his fingers tracing over a small leather pouch. He sighed with relief and resumed his jog down the hillside, the moon still high in the sky from what George could see. The clouds were thick but did give way to clear sky every now and then. George started up another hill, groaning at how this ¡®flat¡¯ land seems to not be very flat. At the top all he could see for miles were more hills and small shrub like objects doting them occasionally. After several hours of the ups and downs of the hills, George¡¯s legs screamed and moaned for a break. As he reached the peak on another hill, he fell onto his back side sighing. It was after he stopped panting that he heard the soft roar of running water, prompting George to snap up straight at the noise.


    ¡°The River of G?thur?¡± he said softly looking left to right ¡°The trees of Kubal are getting thicker on the horizon. Maybe I am finally getting close?¡± He pondered getting to his feet ¡°One way to find out.¡± He said with a smirk, starting down the hill with new vigor. As George jogged he started to think back on his classes about the Grass Sea, and what his professor always said about this place.


    ¡°The River of G?thur is considered the halfway mark of the Great Sea.¡° He remembered the professor saying with a dull tone. ¡°Though it is not truly centered within the Sea, it is the easiest and less likely landmark to move.¡± The old man turned and pointed to a map behind him ¡°The Great Grassland is called a Sea because it moves like it has a current.¡±  George came back to reality on this thought.


    ¡°Wait, wasn¡¯t there something else?¡± He thought starting to scratch his chin, cursing himself for not paying more attention. He walked up and down a few more hills as he struggled to grasp the memory that was just out of reach. He remembered that the sea is wider than tall, that only grass, small tree-like things, and shrubs called vine bushes can survive here. He stopped walking up the next hill as the thought and memories finally collided together.


    ¡°The Sea will morph and change, and this causes loops.¡± His words were slow and cold as he started to take in his surroundings. The noise of the river was the same, not louder or quieter but the same. He looked to the horizon and to his horror, the same few tree-like figures dotted it.


    ¡°Am I¡± he started ¡°no, it can¡¯t be. Everything just looks the same is all.¡± He started up the hill again, running down its side and up the adjacent one. He did this several more times before falling to his knees cursing


    ¡°No, No NO!¡± He yelled now looking up to the night sky, faint colors of purple and orange starting to appear. Moments passed before he shook his head and rose back to his feet, walking forward once more.


    ¡°Well if I am stuck in a loop, all I can do is keep moving.¡± He thought as he braced himself for the worse. His professor once again starting to eek back into his mind:


    ¡°The Grasslands are dangerous and unforgiving.¡± The old man¡¯s voice still fresh in George¡¯s mind, ¡°If you do find yourself trapped within a loop. You can only do one thing, and that is to keep moving.¡± George remembered the tone the man had when speaking, cold and careless. ¡°If you do not move, time will forget you.¡± The old man continued, ¡°Keep moving or die.¡± George came back to his endless walking up and down these hills. Hours had passed as the sun was now starting to peek over the horizon, the clouds rolling away and thinning as it did.


    ¡°I need to get out of this.¡± George hissed as he overcame another hill


    ¡°I can¡¯t waste more time!.¡± he said, growing angry at the situation. Upon cresting the next hill, George stopped and fished in one of his robes pockets, pulling out a small bar wrapped in cloth.


    ¡°Shame I couldn¡¯t have swiped more.¡± George said unwrapping the cloth to reveal a small dense bar of grains and what George assumed was honey. He took a bite of the hard bar, chewing it with a bit more effort than George liked.


    ¡° All you ever need on the road huh?¡± He said mouth full as he peered down at the bar, ¡°All but flavor.¡± He swallowed, ¡°But beggars can''t be chooser I suppose.¡± He walked on while finishing the bar, several more hills went by and still nothing had changed. Half way up the next hill George fell to a knee, his breath heavy and muscles weak, he struggled to try and rise again. He pushed himself up but sadly fell back and rolled down the hill, laying at its base as he cursed to the heavens. The sun was now above the horizon and morning was fully upon him, he knew his time was running low and it wouldn¡¯t be long now.


    ¡°I need to get up.¡± George yelled in his mind ¡°I have to keep going.¡± With that thought he pushed up and was able to sit up straight, a small chuckle of victory escaping his dry lips. Falling forward slightly he rested on all fours before shifting his weight and springing to his feet in a single motion. Fighting to stay standing, he balanced himself out and was preparing himself to resume when something caught his attention. He stood there listening for a moment when it finally clicked in his mind; the sound of the water was louder now. His head snapped up to the hill''s crest and with new energy, George attempted to dash up its side. After several minutes he got to the top and with a smile etching across his face, he began to cheer. Before him was now a horizon painted with trees, old and tall with deep green leaves that filled the horizon¡¯s edge.


    ¡°Yes!¡± He exclaimed ¡°I¡¯m free of the loop!¡± He said as he walked down the hillside, as quickly as his exhausted body would allow him to climb the next hill. As he crested the hill, George was met with a new sight, a massive lake of royal blue waters. The lake was a few miles in diameter and deadly calm, yet the sound of rushing water echoed from its shores.


    ¡°Ah the River of G?thur, how you still confuse me.¡± He said walking down the hill and to the gravel shore. ¡°How can an enclosed lake be called a river and make all this noise?¡± He asked as if someone would respond. Now standing at the edge of the still water, George peered into it, and all he saw was the morning sky.


    ¡°Reflective as ever I see.¡± He kneeled down, left hand extended to the lake ¡°Now if I remember correctly.¡± His fingers dipped into the cool waters, the small ripples exploding out from his touch. He watched as the ripples traveled almost the whole length of the lake before disappearing and returning the calm stillness. As he watched his fingers swirled in the liquid, a warm and refreshing feeling slowly started to trace its way up them.


    ¡°So it is true.¡± He said, smirking as the feeling now reached his arm and began spreading to his chest. As it did, he could feel the stress and exhaustion leave his body and mind, it was true that these waters held magic properties. He closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling and the warmth of the morning air until a small prick caused him to jerk his hand free of the lake''s embrace, his eyes darting open and down to the water. There, he met the stare of a small snake-like creature with silver skin bobbing on the surface, its deep blue eyes gazing hungrily into George¡¯s.


    ¡°Damn, is that a Mana Snake?¡± George said, pulling his hand back into his chest before standing up.


    ¡°I don¡¯t like that look.¡± He said, turning to take a step away from the shore.


    George made it two steps away from the edge of the water before his mind became fuzzy and the corners of his eyes grew dark. He stumbled a few more inches before collapsing face first into the gravelly shore.


    The Darkness soon gave way, and visions of bloody halls and mangled bodies filled George¡¯s mind. He could see some had heads but none had faces. The smooth creatures writhed and festered as George walked by, as if trying to call out to him.


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    ¡°Where am I?¡± He asked ¡° What is this place?¡± He continued down the hall, not able to will himself away


    ¡°You have to go.¡± A voice eked out from the darkness around George


    ¡°What?¡± He asked looking around


    ¡°You are not safe.¡± The voice hissed, its tone cold yet warm.


    George tried to speak again when the voice boomed out from all sides in an ear deafening roar


    ¡°LEAVE NOW! DEATH IS HERE!¡±


    George¡¯s eye snapped open and he groaned as he lifted his head from the ground, several small rocks falling from his cheek. His vision was still blurred and he tried to shake it away, now sitting up straight as he gazed around. Sight returning in full, he looked over at the still calm lake.


    ¡°Oh yeah, the river! I got bit by a Mana Snake. Bastards pack a punch I guess, just glad it can¡¯t get on land.¡± George said looking at the small pin hole bites on his finger. Resting for a moment, George now noticed the heat and the high sun.


    ¡°Damnit! How long was I out? It''s already noon?!¡± He said, jumping to his feet, looking around searching for his bearings once more. He froze, his heart starting to race as he focused on a distant but distinct humming.


    ¡°It can¡¯t be.¡± He said turning towards the mountains at his back. In the distance he could make out three large and odd shaped objects floating high above the grasslands.


    ¡°Shit, those are definitely the War-Barges.¡± He thought while making a dash around the lake. George knew that the Barges were massive blimp-like airships that used magic to carry a chunk of earth beneath it. Usually a fort or other structures are placed upon that and it can easily carry six hundred troops along with siege equipment. George cursed under his breath as he rounded the lake and began to hike up the hills once more. Though the humming of the magic stone that powered those monstrosities was low, George knew those things could travel far and fast.


    ¡°Please don¡¯t let a loop happen, or me collapsing!¡± He prayed to gods as he continued his journey up and over the hills.


    A few hours had passed and George grew tired once more, but he continued to press onward. At the top of yet another hill, he found a small group of bushes and trees, if you could even call them that. Walking over to the small two foot tree with stumpy branches and prickly leaves, George sat and rested against its thin trunk.  The small branches gave decent shade to him as he peered back out the way he had come. The Barges were still there moving about but they had not gotten any closer to him. This made George wonder if they were just looking for him, or maybe others as well. He started to push the thought from his mind, but quickly stopped as a distant boom echoed out. George looked to the Barge on his far left, it was attacking something or someone. Every few minutes a puff of smoke could be seen followed by an echoing boom.


    ¡°Interesting.¡± George thought ¡°I wonder who they found?¡± He shrugged softly, leaning back once more, closing his eyes.


    ¡°Just a moment''s rest.¡± He thought, starting to drift off into a dreamless slumber.


    George stirred, his back ached from sitting against the tree so long and the sun kept hitting his left eye. He stopped for a second, turning to face the west and with horror he saw the rising sun.


    ¡°How long did I sleep!?¡± He exclaimed, trying to get to his feet, his legs like jello from sitting cross legged for hours. He clenched his teeth and pushed forward, finally getting up onto his knees before shortly standing fully. As George stretched out his aching muscles, he took note of the increased humming that permeated the air. Looking back to where he last saw the barges he felt his blood run cold. Not only were they still there but one of them was high tailing it straight for him. Cursing, he turned quickly south and started off in a full dash. As he cleared the small patch of shrubs and trees, the humming increased in volume.


    ¡°They definitely saw me.¡± He spat in anger, now at a full sprint.


    George pushed himself as hard as his freshly awoken body would allow, but it was no use as the barge continued to close the distance. Now only a few hundred feet from George, a new noise started to echo from the massive chunk of earth beneath the blimp. George tried to focus on his movements, not wanting to trip and fall. As he did, he began to pool his mana within his body towards his legs.


    ¡°I¡¯m only gonna get one shot at this.¡± He thought, trying to block out the noise of the War-barge. Focusing hard as he ran up and down the hills, he could feel the mana starting to build up in his legs and feet.


    ¡°Just a little more.¡± He thought before a screech tore him from his thoughts. He glanced over his shoulder just in time to see a huge steel ball crash into the ground thirty or so feet behind him. The shock wave from the impact caused George to stumble and lose his footing as he tumbled down the hill. As he hit the bottom facing towards the sky, the steel ball behind him started to pulse a bluish green aura. Runes etched into its smooth surface appeared before a bolt of lightning crackled and ripped forth into the heavens. Reaching well above the ground the bolt shifted and turned a deep red before vanishing.


    ¡°Shit, a distance marker?¡± George said, flipping over and scrambling back to his feet. Quickly, he resumed his task, pooling all the mana he can into his legs.


    Another scream echoed out shortly followed by a crashing boom and hiss of crackling lightning. George grinded his teeth in frustration, as another shot landed closer to him.


    ¡°Now or never.¡± He thought, claiming his mind. In a low tone he spoke ¡°M¨¡t Shur?av.¡±


    As the words left his lips, he could feel the muscles in his legs bulge and strengthen, his breath growing steady, and with one good dash forward he was off. George ripped out chunks of earth as his speed increased and the distance between him and the barge quickly grew, the sound of the distant shells also growing faint.


    ¡°Hahaha! Eat that!¡± George yelled as he tore across the grassland, the Kubal forest starting to fill the horizon. His laughter was short lived as the barges hum turned violent and angry. George groaned, glancing back at the massive beast that was once again gaining on him.


    ¡°Stubborn little¡­.¡± George cursed, pushing more mana into his legs increasing his speed as he did.


    After several hours of running, the Kubal forest was right in front of George and a grin appeared  across his face as he continued towards it. His friend the barge right behind him, its massive magic crystal screaming from the strain as the crew forced it to carry on. It wasn''t until George was moments from the forest edge when he realized he was going too fast to stop.


    ¡°Shit!!¡± He yelled, crossing his arms over his face as he smashed into the tree line. Vines and bushes crashed into him as he tore through the underbrush, only coming to a stop as he met the trunk of an old tree. Slamming into it, he bounced off spinning to the side, bark flying through the air. Hitting the ground, he rolled a few times before coming to a complete stop. George began to laugh softly, groaning as he sat up.  He peered out through the opening he had made in the dense vegetation, the barge was quickly coming up but began to slow as it reached the forest edge.


    ¡°Yup, don¡¯t wanna fly over here huh?¡± George mocked, getting to his feet dusting himself off.


    ¡°Come get me if you dare.¡± He chuckled, turning and walking into the depths of the Kubal Forest.


    Though the sun was still fairly high in the sky, the forest was in twilight. The thick canopy of the trees blocked out most of the light from above, causing George to slowly make his way deeper. The Kubal forest was an ancient one, home to magic beasts and old gray trees. As a result, no paths were to be found here and George cursed for not bringing a machete.  Another hour passed and George pushed on, the sound of  the barge and voices could still be heard behind him.


    ¡° I need to move faster, but I need to be able to see.¡± He said, searching the ground for a few moments. Finding a small stick that was fairly straight, he used his finger nail to carve a few runes into it. With a small chant and gentle blow,the tip of the stick glowed a soft white, illuminating a few feet around his person. ¡°Better than nothing.¡± He said continuing his walk deeper into the trees.


    Another hour passed and the sound of voices had died away, leaving only the sounds of  nature. He smiled to himself knowing no soldier nor mage would follow him into the forest.


    ¡°Safer out there than here.¡± He whispered to himself.


    It was around this time George realized he was utterly lost, and he sighed deeply as he looked around.


    ¡°Everything looks the same. How can anyone find anything here?¡± He said, still gazing around. His eyes scanned a few bushes to his left, as he moved his gaze he could have sworn he saw movement in them. Shrugging, he put the thought behind him and picked a direction he thought was right and he was off once more.


    ¡°It should be in the South-West part of the forest.¡± He said, stepping over a rotting log. A twig snapped behind him, causing him to spin on his heel. He scanned the forest and froze as  his eyes met with two peering milky white eyes. George¡¯s heart started to race, he dared not to move. The eye¡¯s twitched and darted back into the bush they emerged from.


    ¡°Nope!¡± George yelled in his mind. Finding his feet, he turned back around dashing away from whatever that was. He thought it wasn¡¯t following, but shortly after he heard the rustling bushes, something gave chase. The creature got closer as George tried to wind his way around the trees and underbrush.


    ¡°Not good, not good.¡± He said, panting hard as he ran around an old broken gray tree. His mind focused on the thing behind him and not on what was ahead. Before George could react, his foot slammed into a rotting trunk and he tumbled over it barely getting his hands in front of him before crashing into the damp soil. Seeing stars, George fought for purchase on the earth, his amber eyes frantically searching the bushes around him for the creature. He saw nothing, his left hand holding the light stick raised and he moved it forward like a makeshift weapon.


    ¡°Where are you?!¡± He yelled out, still looking around


    A soft clicking was soon heard off to his left, then shortly after, it was joined by one on the right. George swallowed hard, realizing now there was more than one. He waited for a moment listening to the clicks, slowly getting to his feet. The noise stopped the moment he was up right, his mind raced as he turned and ran once more.


    George wasn¡¯t sure when the things gave up or atleast stopped making noise. He now stood sweaty and out of breath on the edge of a small clearing, one of the few that dotted the old forest. Inching his way out into the opening, he looked around, checking the tree line first before peering to the heavens. Purple and orange streaked across the sky, George figured it was dusk now.


    ¡°Well, I can¡¯t go any further.¡± He said taking a step out of the woods ¡°This looks like the best spot to set up camp. Maybe not from the barge, but..¡± He said trailing off as he peered back into the darkening woods.


    Shaking his head he walked into the clearing. Walking the area, he found a hefty stone as big as his hand and with a more or less sharp point.


    ¡°This should do nicely.¡± He said with a smirk


    It took longer than George thought it would to dig a two inch deep trench around the clearing. Using the rock again, he went around the trench and every few feet kneeled and carved a rune into the earth. After that, he stood in the center and gave a small chant, the runes glowing a soft white before turning green.


    ¡°There, no one should be able to sneak up on me now.¡± He said


    George sat down and used the rock to dig a small fire pit, a foot or so deep and maybe that in diameter. He tossed in a few leaves and small twigs into it, and rested his hand over it before chanting again. This time, his eye glimmered slightly and the pile burst into a small flame.


    ¡°Thank the Gods for Magic.¡± He chuckled, warming his hands on the fire. Glancing up, he took in the night sky, the stars now fully out.


    George was still gazing at the night sky when a bush on the edge of his clearing shook gently. A soft clicking followed, and George gazed down and over to the bush. His eyes locked onto the swaying leaves as another cracking of a twig echoed from somewhere behind him. George instinctually stood up and turned to the noise, preparing for the worst.


    ¡°Who¡¯s there?¡± He asked before quickly cursing himself for doing it


    The sound of his question caused the movement to stop and the forest went still once again. He stood there for what felt like an eternity before letting out a small sigh.


    ¡°Stop worrying, the circle will activate if something tries to get in.¡± He said to himself as he turned back towards his fire and froze. His face turned pale, heart racing as he gazed upon an old man. An old man who shouldn¡¯t be there sitting on a log that wasn''t there moments ago. George took a step back, the old man tilted his head slightly, his long white beard shifting as he did.


    ¡°Why hello there.¡± The old man spoke in a raspy tone


    George stopped his slow movement back, the old man''s deep purple eyes peering into George. George shook his head, standing tall trying to appear not to be frightened by this odd and sudden appearance.


    ¡°W-Who are you?¡± George asked, trying to keep the fear from seeping into his words.


    The old man smiled at this, his teeth rotting and yellow stained, a small dry chuckle started to escape through them.

 Chapter Two

    The blaring of the alarm bells still echoed in Therok¡¯s mind, his dreams inky and dark. The soft shine of morning light assaulted his face, fluttering his eyes open as he sat up right in his carriage¡¯s chair. Glancing over to his right he saw Grigor, his loyal bodyguard and friend gazing out the window. Now knowing where the cursed rays of sun were coming from, he cleared his throat softly.


    ¡°Anything interesting?¡± He asked, stretching out his aching arms.


    Grigor jumped ever so slightly as he shifted in his seat to face Therok and bowed his head slightly.


    ¡°Sorry m¡¯lord, I did not mean to wake you.¡± Grigor said, lifting his head.


    ¡°Do not worry, and again Grigor¡± Therok¡¯s eyes narrowed ¡°You do not have to call me lord when it is just us.¡± He said giving off a small smile


    ¡°I will do my best to remember.¡± Grigor said half drifting off in thought.


    ¡°Are you okay my friend?¡± Therok asked.


    ¡°I am still worried, and disturbed about what happened last night.¡± Grigor said with a serious tone. ¡°How was the College attacked, and how did they get past the defenses?¡± Grigor continued.


    ¡°Well, sadly it seems they may have had assistance from someone inside.¡± Therok said. His arms crossing over his chest.


    ¡°But why would they help a group attack the College though?¡± Therok asked, his eyes closed as he thought it over.


    The men sat in silence for several moments pondering over the events of last night. Eventually Therok sighed heavily as his head began to throb and he looked out the window to his left. The small mountain road they were on was filled with carriages and horses going down, but armed soldiers and their carriages were marching up towards the College. Therok noted the heavily armed men and several checkpoints that dotted the road farther down. Theork pointed towards the window, Grigor leaned forward and gazed out. The road they were on wrapped around a few miles ahead which allowed the two to see it across the gorge. Grigor noted the checkpoints Therok was pointing out.


    ¡°That¡¯s more than normal.¡± Grigor said, leaning back into his seat.


    ¡°It is, and they are not stopping anyone.¡± Therok said, still looking out across the way.¡°I wonder if they are looking for someone?¡± Therok asked under his breath.


    Therok stared out a bit longer tracing the road back towards them when he spotted someone walking in the center of the road. The carriages were dividing the best they could around the person but they still hit them from time to time. Therok perked up at this, a strange feeling inside he couldn''t explain.


    ¡°Is that a student?¡± Therok asked aloud.


    Grigor shifted and tried to look out the window, but could not see anything from his angle.


    ¡°I am not sure.¡± Grigor said, giving up trying to see.


    ¡°I wonder why they are walking?¡± Therok asked.


    Therok¡¯s carriage began to catch up to the slow walking figure, as it approached then passed the figure Therok saw the white robes of a student, along with fiery red hair. A small smirk etched itself across Theroks lips as he balled his fist and tapped the roof twice. The carriage soon came to a complete stop and Grigor gave out a small sigh.


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    Verona huffed as she readjusted her pack, her brown cloak constantly wrapping around its strap. After getting it straight for the thirtieth time, she set out once more, the morning sun peeking over the mountain tops. She worried about the coming heat, but that thought was torn away when a carriage almost ran her over. Cursing under her breath, she grit her teeth and continued onward.


    ¡°Damn nobles.¡± She hissed.


    Another carriage passed her, though unlike the others, this one came to a stop a few feet ahead of her. Her eyes rolled as she began to get ready for the worst when the carriage¡¯s door flung open. A man dressed in College student robes stood there staring at her, his dark purple sash around his waist told her he was a third year. His dashing good looks, curly short brown hair, hazel eyes, and confidence with which he held himself told her he was of noble birth. The man took a step down the small stairs, a smile on his face as he looked at her and waved.


    ¡°You there!¡± Therok yelled, ¡°Come over here.¡±


    Verona cautiously walked a few feet closer to the carriage, making it easier to hear the man.


    ¡°Yes, what do you want?¡± She asked.


    ¡°I was curious as to why you were walking.¡± Therok replied.


    ¡°Because it¡¯s good for my health.¡± Verona said in a sarcastic tone.


    ¡°Oh, well then I guess you would say no to a ride?¡± Therok asked. ¡°It is a few days walk to the base of the mountain.¡± He added.


    Verona peered up at the man smiling down at her, she was curious as to why a noble would offer her, a commoner, a ride. She looked to her feet for a few seconds before returning to his gaze.


    ¡°I have no money to offer.¡± She said.


    ¡°Haha, no worries. I do not ask for payment. It is merely the right thing to do.¡± He said chuckling. ¡°Oh, how rude of me, I have failed to introduce myself.¡± Therok said, giving a small bow ¡°I am Therok Virborn the third, it is a pleasure.¡± He added while coming back to his full height.


    ¡°Pleasure Therok, I am Verona.¡± She said giving a small bow in return. ¡°I think I will accept your offer.¡± She said removing her hood, her long fiery red hair cascading down her shoulders.


    ¡°Wonderful!¡± Therok exclaimed, stepping down the stairs and helping Verona up them.


    Verona entered the carriage and paused slightly, Grigor shifted and stared at her. Her emerald green eyes narrowed onto his amber ones.


    ¡°Hello.¡± She said cautiously


    ¡°Good evening.¡± Grigor said, giving her a slight head nod while shifting over to make room for her.


    Verona moved in more as Therok entered and helped her place her bag in a small cubby above them. She sat next to the lightly armored man, his worn leather overlaid with chainmail.


    ¡°So, who are you?¡± Veron asked Grigor.


    ¡°I am the bodyguard for Lord Therok.¡± He said with a prideful tone, before turning his gaze back to Therok.


    ¡°Are you happy now m¡¯lord?¡± Grigor asked.


    ¡°Very much so!¡± Therok said with a smile.


    Verona looked between the two men, slightly confused on what just happened, but pushed it aside. She cleared her throat and the two shifted their gaze back towards her.


    ¡°I thank you again for the ride, and once we reach the plateau I shall not burden you further.¡± She said, inclining her head.


    ¡°No need, you can ride with us all the way down.¡± Therok said.


    ¡°But..¡± She started.


    ¡°No use in arguing, m¡¯lord wont let something go once he has hold of it.¡± Grigor said cutting off Verona.


    ¡°Do not worry Verona, it is no trouble to me.¡± Therok said, his fist tapping the roof twice.


    ******************


    The three sat in silence for a few moments as the carriage began to move down the road once again. After a while the three began to chat about random topics, but it quickly fell into silence again. Grigor began to stare out his side window towards the great plains below. The vast fields of yellow and green stretch to meet the blue horizon. Therok used this time to pull a small leather book from inside his robe. He cracked the tome open, the leather creaking as he did. Verona glanced over from her own small book at the familiar sound.


    ¡°What book are you reading m¡¯lord?¡± She asked.


    ¡°Hmm? Oh, it is research notes from a fellow student. He is wishing for my take on it before publishing, I owe him a favor.¡± Therok said with a sly chuckle.


    ¡°What''s it on, if you don''t mind me asking.¡± She said, slightly lowering her eyes.


    ¡°I do not mind at all.¡± He said ¡°It is a theory on Voidic magic, and how it can affect the world.¡± He finished.


    ¡°It sounds fascinating.¡± She said, a slight glimmer in her eye.


    ¡°Are you interested in theory research?¡± Therok asked, his eye brow raising just a bit.


    ¡°It is a hobby, but I am more interested in healing magics.¡± Verona said.


    ¡°Ah, ¡®tis a good career, the world always needs healers.¡± Therok replied.


    The two carried on about their talks of magic research and theory for almost three hours. By the time the conversation had died away, the sun was high in the sky. Therok noticed that Grigor was still gazing out towards the plains, his eyes fixed as if in a trance. Therok shifted in his seat slightly, closing the book he still held open and placing it by his side.


    ¡°What is Grigor?¡± Therok asked, a puzzled look etching itself upon his face.


    ¡°They sent out the Barges.¡± Grigor said flatly.


    ¡°Really? They must be serious then.¡± Therok said, shifting to now gaze out to the plains as well.


    Therok could see three objects floating high above the grass plains a few miles out. Their massive bulbous shape clashing against the clear blue sky. Two seemed to be farther off  south while the other moved along the mountain''s base. Therok squinted his eyes trying to focus on the closest barge, he could barely make out the chunk of earth beneath its blimp. What he could make out of it was a structure that looked almost castle-like.


    ¡°The Keep.¡± Therok said softly.


    ¡°The Keep.¡± Grigor repeated.


    ¡°What¡¯s the Keep?¡± Verona asked, confused by the two men repeating the word.


    Grigor turned away from the window and faced Verona, his amber eyes filled with what she could only assume was fear.


    ¡°The Keep is a Barge class warship that houses an elite core of soldiers.¡± He said.


    ¡°Not just any soldiers, mutated ones.¡± Therok added, not looking away from the barge. ¡°If that thing is out hunting, then something serious happened at the College.¡± Therok continued.


    ¡°Mutants?¡± Verona asked, shocked by the revelation.


    ¡°Yup, mutated with magic.¡± Grigor said, now sitting straight, with his arms crossed over his chest.


    ¡°Isn¡¯t that illegal?¡± She asked.


    ¡°Depends on who you ask.¡± Therok hissed.


    He moved away from the window and sat up, now facing the other two again, his hazel eye burned with a rage.


    ¡°Some noble families see it as okay, long as they use criminals.¡± Therok said, his voice still dripping with scorn  ¡°But they do not care what the crime was, long as it was a crime.¡± He said.


    The two sat silent, heads shifting down and away from the clearly angry lord, after a few moments they both lifted their heads again. Now Therok was calm, his face relaxed and more care free, he gave them both a small smile. He then pulled out his book and began to read once more, Verona shifted as she was about to speak. Grigor moved his hand slightly catching her attention, she looked at him as he shook his head gently. She understood and left her thought to fade away, she noticed Grigor returning to gaze out the window and so she too returned to her books.


    The three remained silent for the rest of the ride, not speaking until the carriage jolted harshly to the left. Causing Therok and Verona to lose hold of their books, both of them peered up and out the window. Seeing a massive flat expanse before them that was filled to the brim with tents, men, and wagons, they assumed they had arrived. Therok grunted as the carriage came to a full stop, the sounds of a man getting down from the driver''s seat and walking around could be heard. Moments later, the door flung open and an armored knight stood before the three, the setting sun casting most of his features in shadows. He bowed deeply before speaking.


    ¡°M¡¯lord, we have arrived at the stopping point.¡± Willam said, his voice gruff from age.


    ¡°Excellent!¡± Therok said, clapping his hands together ¡°Let''s find a place to make camp.¡±


    Therok motioned the other two to follow him as he climbed out of the carriage, stretching his arms wide as he reached the bottom of the stairs. Placing his fists on his hips he swung around and faced the two now emerging from the carriage.


    ¡°Verona, meet my loyal knight Sir William.¡± Therok said, waving a hand towards the knight who bowed to the lady.


    ¡°It''s a pleasure.¡± Verona said with a slight bow in return


    ¡°Let''s find a place where all four of our tents can fit.¡± Therok said, smiling like a child.


    The four of them spent the next few hours searching and setting up a campsite. After all the tents were up and formed into a circle around the fire pit, they began dinner. The sun was long under the horizon and the stars were starting to shine through the fading colors of dusk. After dinner, the four sat around the fire. Therok watched as Verona peered into the heavens, her bright emerald eyes tracing constellations. Therok was now taking her features in fully for the first time since they met. Her pale complexion was like moonlight that clashed perfectly with her fiery red curly hair that flowed down past her shoulders towards the small of her back. Grigor noticed Therok and gave a sly chuckle. Therok looked over to Grigor, narrowing his eyes as he did. Grigor gave a slight shrug and went to say something when he was stopped by an explosion that echoed from deep within the tent covered plateau. Grigor looked puzzled as the shockwave shook the ground slightly, Verona now looking between the three men as Therok and Willam gaze towards the source of the sound.


    ¡°What was¡­¡± Grigor started as two more explosions rang out, the shockwaves stronger and faster on these ones.


    ¡°We are under attack!¡± Willam roared, shooting up to his feet.


    The other three quickly followed Willams lead and stood, Therok looked at Willam then Grigor.


    ¡°We cannot all go, someone needs to stay and watch the camp.¡± Therok said.


    ¡°I shall stay m¡¯lord, I will not let anything happen so long as I am here.¡± Willam said giving a salute, his right hand balled into a fist and hovered over his heart.


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    ¡°Thank you Willam, we will return as fast as we can.¡± Therok said, giving the knight the same salute before turning to the other two.


    ¡°Let''s go.¡± Therok said, waving them to follow him


    The three darted off towards the sounds of screams and clashing metal, the air starting to grow warm as fires began to fill the horizon. The three moved quickly but there was no order to the tents, and camps, several paths led nowhere and the group was forced to backtrack. As they moved through the maze several students and knights rushed past them, some looking for places to hide, others eager to fight. Therok tried to get a few of them to tell him where the fighting was but it was no use as they all gave different answers. Frustrated, the party began to cut through the tents themselves trying to save time. As they did, two more explosions ripped apart the plateau. The shockwave caused Grigor to lose his balance and fall into a tent, causing it to collapse.


    ¡°Grigor, it is not time for games.¡± Therok said, offering him a hand up.


    Grigor clicked his tongue as he took the man''s hand, getting to his feet. Therok patted his shoulder and nodded, Verona was waving at them a few feet away.


    ¡°I found a path!¡± She yelled as the two ran up to her.


    ¡°Great, let''s go.¡± Grigor said.


    As the group ran down the path, it curved slightly to the left feeding into another straight away. At the far end of it laid a body, Therok could barely make out the robes that it wore. He noted that they were a student of the College, but before he could speak Verona dashed forward.


    ¡°Verona, wait!¡± Therok yelled after her, starting to follow but was several feet behind.


    Verona glanced back towards Therok, determination in her eyes as she began to yell something back towards him. She was cut off as a hulking brute of a man tore out from the tents to Verona¡¯s right. The massive beast roared as it charged her, she could not react in time as the man¡¯s left arm stretched out and smashed the back of his hand into Verona¡¯s side. She grunted as the hand connected, it ripped her from the ground and tossed her like a rock into the tents behind her. She slammed into them skipping along the ground once before coming to a stop as the tents enveloped her. Therok came to a sudden stop, fear splattered across his face.


    ¡°VERONA!¡± Therok yelled.


    Before Therok could react more, Grigor flew past him, his face twisted into a maw of rage. The huge man before them turned to face the new threat bearing down on him and Therok could now see that the man was covered from head to toe in a thick black cloth or leather of some kind. Even the creature''s eyes were covered making it look less human than it already did.


    Grigor closed the gap between him and the beast quickly, once he was a few feet from it, he slammed his left heel into the earth. Using the momentum he gathered from his charge, he twisted his body, heaving his large two handed ax over his head. With the same movement, he brought the ax down with all his might. The monster of a man did not react out of panic it seemed, it merely raised its left arm and let it catch the ax¡¯s blade. The blade sank deep into the man''s arm, tearing muscle, nerves and tendons as it did. Grigor roared as he kept pushing the ax further and further, until it cleaved the man''s forearm in half. Blood gushed from the stump coating Grigor, but as he continued forward with the momentum the hulking man¡¯s right fist darted up and crashed into Grigor¡¯s chest. The sound of breaking bones echoed out as Grigor flew several feet back behind Therok. Therok turned quickly watching his friend fly past him hitting the ground hard, rolling then coming to a stop on his feet in a low crouch position. He quickly fell on all fours coughing up a small amount of blood as he did.


    ¡°Grigor!¡± Therok yelled.


    Grigor looked up, giving him a thumbs up letting him know he wasn''t dead yet. With this, Therok turned and faced the giant once again. The creature began to lumber forward, its height growing even more as it got closer to Therok, making him note it was over six feet. Therok breathed in and out, letting the mana pull around him, as he did three small spheres of bluish light formed around his head. His eyes glowed softly as he continued to build up his mana, the spheres grew in size until they were close in mass to Therok¡¯s fist. At this point the hulking mass of a man began to run towards him. Once the man was a few feet from Therok, he inhaled sharply.


    ¡°Th¨¹m-va!¡± Therok roared, the orchestra of voices deafening.


    As the words left his lips, the three spheres morphed and shaped themselves into arrowheads. Two blasted off immediately, breaking the sound barrier as they did, they crashed into the now running creature''s knees. Turning both of its legs into bloody masses of flesh and sinew, as the beast began to fall forward the last arrowhead shot out and met its head. Popping like a balloon the now headless hulk smashed and slid in the ground towards Therok. Twitching even as it came to a stop, Therok ignored it and turned to Grigor who was now on his feet walking up to him. Before Grigor reached Therok, Therok turned back to the creature and made an audible gag. Grigor looked and saw that the creature had begun to liquify into a heap of putride goop. Therok walked around the pile, hand over his mouth as he went to where Vorona was last seen. As he got close, he could hear her cursing as she fought the tent off her.


    ¡°Okay, that was bullshit.¡± She hissed, now free of the cloth and staring at Therok.


    ¡°Are you okay?¡± Therok asked, offering her a hand.


    Verona took his hand and got to her feet, as she did she winced and grabbed at her side. With more cursing and a small chant, her hand started to glow softly, the pain in her face fading as she held it over her injury.


    ¡°Creation magic?¡± Therok asked, Grigor now at his side.


    ¡°Yes, it wont fix me but will at least numb the pain.¡± She said with a soft painful chuckle.


    ¡°Mind helping me out after?¡± Grigor asked, still holding his injured chest.


    ¡°Of course.¡± She said.


    Verona finished healing herself and quickly moved to assist Grigor. As she did, Therok walked over to the first man the trio saw. As he got closer, the smell of death and rot reached out to him and he knew the person was dead. With a heavy sigh he gave a small prayer and turned back to his companions. Once he returned to them Grigor was healed, or at least in less pain.


    ¡°Are they dead?¡± Verona asked softly.


    ¡°Sadly, yes.¡± Therok replied.


    ¡°We need to keep moving.¡± He added.


    ¡°Agreed but these fires are getting bad, we may have to run or be swept up in them.¡± Grigor said, peering at the growing flames off in the distance.


    ¡°I can handle that actually.¡± Verona said, the two men turning to face her.


    ¡°Oh, how?¡± Therok asked.


    ¡°Just watch.¡± Verona replied with a sly smirk.


    Verona walked a few steps away from the two men, closing her eyes as she clasped her hands together over her chest and chanted softly. As she did, the wind began to pick up, her red hair starting to move and shift as it did. Soon the sky started to grow black with angry clouds and the sounds of rippling thunder. She tilted her chin up and opened her eyes, a brilliant green aura glowed from them.


    ¡°C?un xi f? thr?xi!¡± She roared, an ensemble of voices echoing behind hers.


    As the words reached the heavens the cloud pulsed and twisted. They began to spread out across the plateau and once they encompassed it, the rains came down. Soon the whole plateau was drenched in a heavy downpour, the fires across it beginning to snuff out. Several minutes later, the rains stopped and a soaked Verona turned to the men with a wide smile.


    ¡°See, I told you.¡± She said confidently.


    ¡°Awesome, but do you have a drying spell?¡± Therok asked, wiping away the water on his face.


    ¡°Um, no.¡± She said


    ¡°Oh well, let''s keep moving then.¡± Therok replied.


    The three ran through more of the tent made maze for almost an hour, getting lost only a handful of times. The sound of battle grew louder as the trio rounded a corner and gazed upon two lanky figures covered in the same black cloth as the brute they had just slain. At the two figures feet laid several students and knights, all cut to pieces and dead. The figure on the right took a step forward towards the trio.


    ¡°Oh look, more mages.¡± The figure said, its voice raspy.


    ¡°Do you all know where the artifact is?¡± It yelled to the three.


    As the figure on the right spoke, the one on the left crouched slightly, a staff clenched in its right hand.


    ¡°What do you speak of?¡± Therok yelled in reply watching the left figure dip into a fighting stance. His own hand slowly reached for his wand that was tucked just inside his robe.


    ¡°Oh you know.¡± The figure said, now drawing a black short-sword from the small of its back.


    Before Therok could reply to the odd statement, the figure on the left launched out a spell of dark energy. Its form was darker than the void as it snaked out and around reaching like a hand towards Therok¡¯s head. Unable to move in time, he surely thought himself dead, until a ripple in front of him appeared. Verona, a few feet behind and to Theroks left, was chanting quickly, her hair fluttering as she drove gusts of wind towards the incoming attack. The two spells met a foot or so from Theroks face, the explosion blinding him temporarily and throwing him back onto the floor.  At this sight the sword wielding enemy lunged forward, aiming to strike down the now vulnerable opponent on the ground. As the figure¡¯s sword came down in a lethal strike, it was caught by the ax of Grigor. He slid the opponent''s blade down the shaft of his weapon, locking it between the axes blade he pulled it down, yanking it from the man''s hand.


    ¡°Well, it seems you have some skills.¡± The raspy voice mocked as he let go of his short sword, jumping a few feet back.


    ¡°Stop playing around.¡± The other figure barked, its voice soft but cold.


    ¡°Fine, fine.¡± The first figure said, pulling another short sword from the small of his back.


    Therok was now on his feet, blinking away the lingering white in his eyes. His wand gripped tightly in his hand as Grigor moved to be at his right side, Verona quickly coming to rest at his left.


    ¡°These two are not very friendly huh?¡± Therok jested.


    ¡°Not the time.¡± Grigor hissed.


    The short sword wielding man was dashing forward again, snaking to the left and right as he did. He jumped up at the last second to bring his blade down on Grigor. Grigor dug his heels in as the blade landed, the staff of Grigor¡¯s ax taking most, if not all the damage. He twisted slightly and flung the man off and to his left. As the figure flew, Therok launched his own attack. Yelling the magic words, the choir of voices rang out as three blue arrow head shapes tore through the air. The falling figure twisted its body as the spell closed in, two of the three arrows did not make their mark as the other figure behind the first had lobbed several fire balls intercepting Theroks attack. One, however, did manage to slip by and tore a chunk of flesh and armor off the man''s left arm. Landing not to gracefully on his feet, the figure clutched at its injured arm.


    ¡°You son of¡­¡± The raspy voice raged.


    Not giving the two enemies any breathing room, Grigor dashed forward, this time on the offensive. He swung his mighty ax at the injured man, the figure was only barely able to twist and block the attack. Though his weapon did not cut through the man, it did send him flying off to the left. Skipping across the ground the raspy voiced man groaned on the ground, his comrand unable to assist as both Verona and Therok unleashed a torrent of spells. The enemy mage could only defend as the volley of hardened air and mana pelted him.


    ¡°This is getting annoying!¡± The mage roared.


    Grigor was soon on the attack again, the enemy fighter already up and lunging back at Grigor. The two¡¯s blade and ax met over and over as neither gave ground, Grigor getting nicked and cut as the other man''s smaller weapon moved faster. After several seconds of the stalemate the two fighters broke free from one another, both covered in grime and blood, panting heavily. The mage, Verona, and Therok had stopped their duel as well, all winded and running low on mana.


    ¡°This is not good.¡± The enemy mage said.


    ¡°I know, I know.¡± The fighter replied.


    It was at this moment that Therok realized the enemy fighter¡¯s left arm was more exposed. Now not only was there a bloody wound in his arm, but there was also bluish green flesh exposed to the dim light.


    ¡°They¡¯re Orcs.¡± Therok said in a hushed tone.


    ¡°Orcs? Here?¡± Verona replied in confusion.


    Before Therok could reply, Grigor kicked him on the side causing him to fall forward towards Verona. As he did the air where he once stood exploded in an arc of purple violet lightening. Stumbling he looked back to Grigor who had jumped back after kicking him, the air and ground still smoldered. The enemy mage glared at the three, his covered face glowed with a strange purple hue.


    ¡°They know.¡± The mage hissed.


    ¡°I heard, now they have to die.¡± The fighter said, sighing.


    The fighter got back into a fighting stance, and everyone stood silent and still for what felt like an eternity. As the two enemies stepped closer, a horn rang out across the heavens and both of the figures stopped and looked up. The fighter chuckled, shrugged and put away his short sword.


    ¡°Seems they are lucky.¡± The fight mewed.


    ¡°Tch, we cannot leave them.¡± The mage replied.


    ¡°Yes, but we cannot be left behind.¡± The fighter retorted.


    The three stared at the two, not daring to attack in case this was a lure for a trap. After several moments the two figures looked at the trio, gave a small bow and vanished into a cloud of black smoke. The three quickly put up their guard but the smoke snaked and flew into the ether.


    ¡°What in the Gods?¡± Therok asked, watching the smoke vanish into nothing.


    ¡°What kind of magic was that?¡± Grigor asked.


    ¡°No clue.¡± Therok replied, finally letting his body relax.


    ¡°It doesn¡¯t matter, we need to find whoever is in charge.¡± Verona said, starting to rush towards the center of the thralling tent maze.


    Several minutes of running later and the group came upon an opening in the center of the plateau. It was filled with dead and dying soldiers and mages. It was also littered with rotting, melting masses of flesh. Therok scanned the area and spotted a soldier with a colored band on his helm giving others orders. The group walked cautiously up to the man, avoiding the still melting piles of goo.


    ¡°Sir.¡± Therok said, standing a few feet from the man.


    The Captain turned and faced the group, looking them over before speaking.


    ¡°Ah mages, I am glad you made it, but I will need you all to leave immediately.¡± The Captain said.


    ¡°Oh? Is it still not safe here?¡± Therok asked


    ¡°It is not.¡± The Captain shook his head ¡° We have cleared the enemy out, for now. Though we can not be sure they won¡¯t return, and it seems you all are the target.¡± He said, waving his arm out and around. Therok and the others followed it and saw the numerous mage corpses that littered the ground.


    ¡°Why?¡± Verona asked, shocked and disgusted.


    ¡°No idea, but they only attacked mages and soldiers that got in the way. The help was mostly left alone.¡± The Captain said, his tone growing dark and somber.


    ¡°You all need to leave, we have secured the southern path. Go now, I doubt those beasts will be gone for long.¡± He finished.


    ¡°Speaking of that, do you know what they are?¡± Therok asked.


    ¡°No, they melt away as soon as a lethal blow is delivered. That leather covered every inch of them on top of it. Who knows who or what they are.¡± The captain said.


    ¡°I see, well thank you for the information. We will head back to our tents and leave at once.¡± Therok said, giving the man a small bow.


    ¡°Thank you, and may the Gods watch over you all.¡± The captain replied, inclining his head as he did.


    After that the three rushed back to their tents, William awaited them. The older knight stood tall in the center of their camp, a melting pile of goo off to his left. Therok slowed as they approached, noticing the pile he cautiously yelled out.


    ¡°Willam?¡± Therok yelled softly.


    The knight shifted and looked over to the group, tiredness wrecked his features. Walking over to them Willam groaned slightly, his hand resting on his side.


    ¡°Ah, m¡¯lord I am glad you are well.¡± Willam said, bowing slightly


    ¡°Same, did you have a guest?¡± Therok asked looking at the goo pile


    ¡°Yes, little bastard snuck up on me, but I got him good.¡± Willam said, puffing up his chest a little while chuckling.


    ¡°I am glad, my friend, but sadly we have to leave at once. The area is not safe anymore and the captain has commanded us to go.¡± Therok said, placing a hand gently on the knight¡¯s shoulder


    ¡°You rest, we will pack.¡± Therok said, nodding at the others to help him as Willam nodded and walked off to sit down.


    The three moved quickly but it took almost an hour before they were fully packed and ready to go. As Willam climbed up on the drivers bench the three piled into the carriage¡¯s back. Grigor leaned out the window looking up towards Willam.


    ¡°I will switch with you in a few hours okay.¡± Grigor said.


    Willam nodded and snapped the rains sending the horse forward with a nay. The group quickly found the line of carriages that were filing down the path, taking their place in it as the sun¡¯s rays began to peak over the horizon. Hours later, Grigor and Willam switched out, Willam quickly passed out next to an already sleeping Verona and Therok was not far behind them, drifting off into a dreamless sleep. By the time the group reached the base of the mountain, the sun was already sinking deep into the evening sky. The city of Ely sat in the distance, its high stone walls growing taller as they approached. The line of carriages outside the city was long, as every one of them was being checked by the city guard. This caused the group to spend over an hour inching toward the gate. Once they finally arrived, they were met with a not so happy guard that held a pike in his left hand.


    ¡°What¡¯s your business in Ely?¡± The guard asked with a sigh.


    ¡°Um, passing through.¡± Willam replied.


    ¡°Who all is in your carriage?¡± The guard asked.


    ¡°Lord Therok Virborn, Sir Grigor, and Miss Verona.¡± Willam said


    At the sound of Therok¡¯s name the guard stood up taller and clearly became more flustered. Coughing slightly he cleared his throat before speaking again.


    ¡°Erm, yes. Well you are free to enter the city, but you will have to leave the carriage outside the walls. Either here or on the southern side, doesn''t matter but all the stables in the city are full.¡± The guard said, moving to a side making room for the carriage to pass.


    ¡°Thank you, we will deposit the carriage at the southern gate.¡± Willam said, snapping the rains once again.


    ¡°Very good Sir.¡± The guard replied as they past


    Ten minutes later, an ear shattering ring echoed out around the city, it was quickly followed by other rings, then a bell tolled. With that, the gates behind the group slammed shut, cutting everyone outside off from the city. The Southern gate followed suit quickly, now making the city of Ely a prison. Therok poked his head out of the window, confusion etched across his face.


    ¡°Is that an alarm?¡± Therok asked.


    ¡°Hm, it seems to be m¡¯lord.¡± Replied Willam.


    A citizen walked by and Therok quickly grabbed his attention, waving his hand till the man noticed.


    ¡°Yes?¡± The man asked.


    ¡°Good sir, what is the meaning of that bell and whistling?¡± Asked Therok, a small smile on his lips.


    ¡°Oh, that is an alarm for an escaped slave. Seems a few broke out of the markets just a while ago and now are loose around the city. Those gates will stay shut ¡®till they are found or killed.¡± The man said


    ¡°Okay then, how long could that take?¡± Therok asked.


    The man shrugged ¡°No clue, one time it was almost a week before they found ¡®em.¡± He said with a chuckle before nodding and walking off.


    Therok sat back into his seat and sighed heavily.


    ¡°Whelp, guess we need to find an Inn.¡± Therok said, rubbing his temples.

 Chapter Three

    The fire cracked and popped between the two men, George stood frozen with confusion etched upon his face. He coughed slightly before speaking.


    ¡°Who are you?¡± George asked, his posture moving to a defensive stance.


    ¡°Me? I am but a simple hermit.¡± The old man replied with a sly smirk


    ¡°I very much doubt that.¡± George replied


    ¡°Oh, why do you say that?¡± The man asked, tilting his head to the side, as he did his long white beard shifted and fluttered like a drape.


    ¡°No normal man, nor hermit, could have passed my barrier without my knowing.¡± George said, puffing his chest out slightly.


    The hermit gave a small chuckle to George¡¯s words, ¡°Oh your barrier is mere child¡¯s play.¡±


    ¡°Your lies will not work on me, that was a high level barrier I cast. No way you got past it without my knowing.¡± Replied George.


    ¡°Well clearly I did.¡± The Hermit replied while waving to himself as if showing off that he was truly there.


    ¡°What magic did you use?¡± George snapped.


    ¡°Hahaha, I used no magic, yours is just weak.¡± The hermit replied with a sly grin.


    ¡°So insults is how we are going?¡± George hissed.


    ¡°I am not insulting, merely stating a fact. Your magic is barely above a childs.¡± The Hermit spat back, a slight tone of insult flowed with the words.


    ¡°Do you think I will stand for this?! I am a proud battle mage, and I know no mere Hermit could pass my barrier!¡± George roared, rage bubbling up inside his chest.


    ¡°Oh?¡± The Hermit mused with a smirk ¡°And what is it you will do?¡±


    ¡°Teach you a lesson!¡± George roared, his hand snapping up, his finger pointing at the hermit as air swirled around it. ¡°Th¨¹m Ga!¡±


    The air around George¡¯s finger solidified and formed a makeshift arrowhead before launching forward at the hermit. The old man merely chuckled before blinking harshly, the arrow of air that was barreling towards him merely vanished into the surrounding air. George stood there with disbelief across his face.


    ¡°Is that all you have to offer?¡± The old man taunted, his yellow teeth showing from his wide grin.


    ¡°I¡¯ll show you old man!¡± George barked, his stance turning into one of a sprinter about to begin a race. The mana flowed through him and into his legs as a small twinge of purple light flickered behind the amber hue of his eyes. The old man noticed and his smile grew with wicked glee. Before the Hermit could comment on what he saw, George burst forward, his feet tearing the earth up beneath him. His mouth was moving rapidly and though the words could not be heard, the results were clear. A film of air formed around George''s fist as he cocked it back, it took shape and gained mass, coating his hand in what seemed like armor made of air. Roaring a battle cry, George flung his fist forward. Now only a few feet from the old man, a wicked smile formed on the young man¡¯s lips. It was cast aside as the old man brought up his hand and motioned it to the side as if swatting away a fly. George felt a great pressure on his side and without any time to truly react, he was flying sideways through the air. As he tumbled over and over through the air, the only thing that stopped his flight was an old ash tree. Slamming into its gray trunk George groaned and collapsed before it. He spat a small amount of blood to the side and gazed with utter hatred up at the old man chuckling before him.


    ¡°Is that all you have boy?¡± The Hermit mocked.


    George shuddered. Getting to his feet, he wiped away the smear of blood from his lips. His right hand flexed and small arcs of blue lightning danced between his finger tips.


    ¡°Lit¨¹m Va!¡± George yelled, his voice like a choir that tore the very air asunder.


    As the words left his lips George raised his hand with the arcing lightning letting free the torrent. The bluish white lightning tore through the space between the two men, its target the old man¡¯s chest, but as it reached the halfway mark, the old man raised his hand. A storm of purple lightning ripped forth from the wrinkled fingers and met George¡¯s with a thunderous boom. George flinched under the enormous pressure as the two crackling streams of light met, and within seconds, George¡¯s attack was consumed by the purple streaks. They flowed without restraint towards George wrapping his body in purple energy. George tried to scream from the pain but the lightning forced his voice to be silent. George gritted his teeth, fighting to stay conscious as the purple lightning tore his body apart. It was as if  his nerves were being lit on fire as his body twisted and contorted in unnatural ways.  George fell to his knees as the lightning and pain receded, lifting his head slightly he met the gaze of the purpled eye Hermit.


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    ¡°Impressive.¡± The Hermit mused ¡°Most do not survive that, there might be hope for you yet.¡±


    ¡°What¡­what was that?¡± George eked out through jerking vocals.


    ¡°What do you mean?¡± The Hermit Asked.


    ¡°How did you¡­.¡± George fought to say.


    ¡°Oh, magic silly.¡± The Hermit said laughing.


    George tried to stay conscious through the immense pain but blackness started to creep into his vision. Falling onto all fours George coughed up more blood and began to feel dizzy and the old man approached.


    ¡°Do not worry, rest now.¡± The Hermit said softly.


    With those words George could no longer fight off unconsciousness and he fell face first into the cool dirt. A dreamless sleep quickly consumed him and all his woes and pain slipped away. When he came to, he was staring at the night sky, the small crackling fire just off to his left; shifting his head, he felt a shock of pain jolt through his body and he gave a soft groan. A raspy chuckle came shortly after, George gazed across the fire and saw the old man sitting smoking from a long pipe.


    ¡°Fast to heal, and to wake. Good, good.¡± The man said between puffs from his pipe.


    ¡°Well seeing that I am not dead nor robbed,¡± George said with a groan as he sat up straight and faced the man properly, ¡°I assume you wish to know something? Or do you just like to toy with your prey?¡±


    ¡°Haha, glad to see you still have some fight in you.¡± The Hermit laughed ¡°And yes, I have a few questions for you. Are you feeling more cooperative now?¡±


    ¡°Do I really have a choice?¡± George mocked.


    ¡°You do not if I am to be honest.¡± The man replied, taking a long drag from his pipe, exhaling a large cloud of grayish white smoke.


    George sighed ¡°Ask away then.¡±


    ¡°Wonderful!¡± The man said with a wide smile ¡°Let''s start easy. Why are you here?¡±


    George was slightly caught off guard by the simple question, and it wasn''t until now that he really thought about it and truly didn''t know why he was here.


    ¡°I¡­ I am not really sure to be honest with you.¡± He finally spat out after several silent moments.


    ¡°Oh, well tell me what happened that led you here.¡±


    George thought for a moment and the memory of that night was foggy at best, but he focused and slowly a picture formed in his mind''s eye.


    ¡°I do not truly know, it''s all a blur, but I do remember something.¡± George said ¡°I was translating an old tablet that was found at the Kubal site.¡±


    He paused for a moment and the Hermit took another drag from his pipe, as he exhaled, George continued.


    ¡°I do not know what drew my attention but something in the halls had pulled me from my work.¡± George said, his eyes now closed as he focused. ¡°I heard a voice, a soft and delicate female voice. It caught me off guard.¡±


    George''s face twisted slightly as he pushed himself to remember more.


    ¡°I do not know what it said, but the next thing I know I am walking the halls, I come upon a storage room. I think it was for the things found in the Kubal forest but..¡± He drifted off as an expression of terror started to appear across his face.


    ¡°Something wrong?¡± asked the Hermit.


    ¡°Its, its¡­¡± George started ¡° When I opened that door.¡± George gagged as he remembered ¡°The body, or bodies.¡±


    The Hermit tilted his head and stroked his beard as he listened to George¡¯s tale.


    ¡°The room was covered in blood, and¡­. and bits of people.¡± He said with a tremble. ¡° I, I do not know what happened but the next thing I know, I hear people and I run.¡± He panicked as he spoke. ¡°What else was I to do? If I stayed, surely I would be blamed.¡±


    As the young man began to spiral the Hermit simply refilled his pipe with another pinch of a greenish purple leaf.


    ¡°Calm yourself.¡± He said taking a puff and peering at the young mage across the fire, ¡°What came next?¡±


    ¡°I¡­. I do not really know, the next thing I remember is climbing down the mountain face, heading here.¡± George said opening his eye, pain filling them as he peered at the older man


    ¡°Did I kill someone?¡± George asked.


    ¡°I do not know, but from what you remember it does not seem so.¡± The Hermit replied.


    George sat silent, his mind mulling over what little he remembered. The old man flipped the pipe and tapped it against his wrist, the ashes falling to the ground around his feet.


    ¡°Well, I have heard all I need to.¡± The hermit said, now standing ¡°If you find what the key you carry goes to and fear or doubt consume you, find me. There may be a thing or two I could teach you.¡±


    George stared at the old man confused ¡°What do you mean?¡± He asked, his mind already aware of the object he carried yet does not remember taking.


    The old man laughed and turned on his heel walking away from the young man. He spoke again ¡°Find me, and I shall teach you, but only if you can truly see what is before you.¡±


    George stood as the man reached the edge of his barrier and simply walked through it, he took a step forward and yelled.


    ¡°What do you mean by that?!¡±


    The old man simply walked forward and waved to the young mage, and within seconds he vanished from sight within the thicket of the forest. George approached the edge of his camp, standing inches from the line he carved in the dirt, he reached out. His pointer finger came in contact with the barrier he placed and he could feel the resistance.


    ¡°It''s still active, but how did he¡­¡± George asked himself as his barrier pushed back against his finger.


    Several minutes passed before George returned to his fire and settled for a fitful sleep. When morning came, he awoke more tired than he was the night before, and with a groan he sat up. As he rubbed at his temple, he pondered if all that happened last night was true, but looking around he saw the evidence of it. The ground tore up from his attack and the Hermits counter.


    ¡°What in the Heavens is happening..¡± He hissed under his breath.


    An hour passed as he collected himself.  After putting out the embers and destroying the barrier runes leaving no trace of him, he headed out. He didn''t truly know where he was going, only that something deep within him told him to go south west, toward the Ruins of Kubal.

 Chapter Four

    The sky was filled with dark gray clouds, the air was bitterly cold as the black raven-like bird soared over the landscape. Its deep crimson eyes focused on the massive mountain range before it. The tallest in all of the Theocracy, its huge grayish red stone peaks sored high into the heavens, coated in a white velvet snow. As the bird dove down into the valleys, a castle of black stone came into view, Castle Rag?n, seat of House Goldbeard. It sat upon the mountain side like a saddle on a beast of burden. The towers and walls wrapped around the mountain town below, filling nearly the whole expanse. The bird glided down and around the homes and stalls of the semi-busy square. Villagers moved about their days, their chatter echoing down the streets; with a squawk the bird shifted toward the huge keep half buried into the mountains side. Entering a high window used solely for messenger birds, it comes to rest on the seal. Chirping twice, a dwarf approached and removed the tied message from the beast''s leg, once he was done, the bird flew away returning home.


    ¡°No chance to reply? This surely isn''t good.¡± The dwarf said.


    He peered at the scroll in his hand. The seal of the College of Illusion rested upon it, with a gulp and sigh the dwarf took the message and left the room. Walking down the black stone halls, the eyes are assaulted with the many fine paintings of the noble family and tales of their exploits. Even the braziers were etched with gold and silver, even more testament to Goldbeards wealth and power. After several minutes of walking the halls, the dwarf servant stops in front of a massive ashen grey door trimmed with gold on its perimeter and covered in the Lord''s family crest, a small ornate shield that holds a golden hammer and an odd stone in its hilt, said to be a family heirloom. The servant gave a small knock and the  doors cracked open and swung inward, the servant wasted no time and stepped inside. Once inside the threshold, the doors slammed shut behind him and the young dwarf quickly fell to one knee and gazed at the intricate designs that covered the floor.


    ¡°My lord, a message from the College has just arrived.¡± The servant said with a calm and clear voice.


    ¡°Bring it here.¡± The Duke said, shifting in his chair to face the young man.


    The servant moved quickly around the desk all while not lifting his gaze from the floor. The Duke took the scroll and broke the seal, after a few minutes of reading he spoke again.


    ¡°This says the college was attacked two nights ago and they are requesting aid.¡± He said with a heavy sigh. ¡°It also seems that my dear eldest has perished in the attack.¡±


    The Duke¡¯s fist smashed into the desk, his knuckles leaving indents in the wood.


    ¡°Are there any other reports?¡± He asked, taking a few deep breaths.


    ¡°N-no, m¡¯lord.¡± The servant replied.


    ¡°Then that useless son of mine failed, along with dying.¡± He said with a sigh ¡°Prepare a caravan with relief aid along with a squad of dragoons. Have them set out for Ely at once.¡±


    ¡°At once m¡¯lord.¡± The servant said with a deep bow before turning to leave.


    ¡°One more thing,¡± The Duke said in a cold tone ¡°Tell no one of my son''s death.¡±


    ¡°Yes m¡¯lord.¡± the servant replied before rushing out of the room.


    Once the door clicked shut, Duke Dorgean Goldbeard leaned back into his cushioned chair. He ran his hand over his three intricate beard braids and his fingers glided over and around the gold ringlets that dotted them.


    ¡°I knew that boy was useless but how did he end up like this.¡± said Dorgean as he crushed the letter with one hand and rubbed his temple with his other.


    Tossing the parchment to the side, he stood as his long elegant robes fell gracefully around his stocky and well built frame stopping just short of his dragon leather boots. He tossed his braided hair over his shoulder, the knotted end resting just above his waist line.


    ¡°Seems I am going to have to change plans once again.¡±


    Dorgean quickly left his study and headed towards the laboratories several floors beneath. After several minutes of descending the black and white trimmed stairs Dorgean stood before a plain wooden door. Grabbing the handle and swinging the door outward, the Duke was met with a gust of wind and a small bird-like creature flying past his face and into the wall behind him. The little creature hit the stone with a wet slap and slid down slowly leaving a trail of blood.


    ¡°Aw! Who opened the door?!¡± A young female voice yelled.


    Dorgean sighed and walked into the room, the walls inside were lined with papers filled with random symbols. The two tables against the far wall had a few items that Dorgean assumed were Bolish¡¯s experiments. The other wall was covered in bookcases filled with tomes and scrolls. Dorgean came to rest towards the center of the room, glancing over, he saw a young orc female, one hand on her hip the other holding what looked like a giant spoon. She huffed and shifted her weight from one leg to the other, lifting the goggles from her face and placing them atop her silver pulled back hair. Her light brown eye burned with annoyance as she glared at the Dwarf who dared to ruin her experiment. Dorgean looked back to the shut door behind him, noting the strange symbols on paper that were pinned to it.


    ¡°Why are we tossing birds about?¡± Dorgean asked, shifting his gaze back to the seafoam green orc.


    ¡°Well, before you ruined it¡± She huffed, walking towards a table to place her object down ¡°I was testing to see if those wards would prevent lethal damage.¡± She turned back to Dorgean with a scale. ¡°Why are you here?¡±


    ¡°My apologies for ruining your little experiment but something has happened that is far more important.¡± Said Dorgean, his tone flat.


    ¡°Sorry m¡¯lord.¡± Bolish said bowing her head ¡°What has happened?¡±


    ¡°It seems our little plan failed, your ¡®friends¡¯ were not up for the task.¡± His voice filled with annoyance.


    As Dorgean spoke, Bolish began to remove her black leather gloves, placing them on the table next to her other devices. She froze while taking off her white coat, looking ove, she locked eyes with Dorgean.


    ¡°What do you mean m¡¯lord?¡± She asked, still peering into Dorgean¡¯s Steel grey eyes ¡°Are they dead?¡±


    ¡°I¡¯m not sure if they still live, but they have failed to report and now the college has requested aid.¡± Dorgean hissed while walking up to Bolish, stopping next to her peering down at the table ¡°We will need to alter our movements once again.¡±


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    ¡°I understand, should I try to get lord Vargraes...¡± She started to ask.


    ¡°No.¡± Dorgean cut her off ¡°He is dead.¡±


    Bolish stared at Dorgean in disbelief for a moment before snapping out of it and resuming what she was doing.


    ¡°I am sorry m¡¯lord.¡± She added softly.


    ¡°Hmph, he was a fool and a failure. We both know what kind of a man he was.¡± Dorgean said flatly ¡°Besides, with this we may have another string to pull.¡±


    ¡°I suppose you are right, but what are our next steps?¡± She asked.


    ¡°Glad you asked¡± He said, ¡°Pack your things, you are to head out with the caravan to Ely.¡±


    ¡°Of course m¡¯lord, but forgive me when I ask why?¡±


    ¡°I need someone competent to make a full report and someone I can trust.¡±


    ¡°Understood.¡± She said with a deep bow. ¡°I shall pack at once.¡±


    Dorgean waved his hand while turning to leave ¡°Report to Baron Ironhand, he should be gathering supplies for the caravan.¡±


    Bolish acknowledged him and rushed off to pack once Lord Dorgean left the room. He walked down his gilded halls towards the barracks one floor below. Reaching its double doors in a few minutes, pushing them open it fed into a mid size dining hall. Several soldiers and mages walked about and ate at the several large tables spread out across the room. Dorgean looked around, spotting the door leading to the Captain''s private dining room off on the back left wall. As the Duke walked across the room, the mages and soldiers stood or stopped and saluted him until he passed. He quickly returned the men''s salutes as he passed, once inside the private lounge, he located Captain Glumnorr within seconds. The older dwarf was seated off in a far corner enjoying his evening meal. As Dorgean approached, the dwarf lifted his gaze, his dark brown hues meeting the Dukes. Glumnorr quickly stood at attention upon realizing who was approaching him. His chainmail and iron greaves clanged against the table as he stood and saluted. His greying black hair was slicked back while his long beard was messy and still holding scraps of his meal within it.


    ¡°At ease old friend. ¡° Dorgean said as he stood in front of the table ¡°Please, enjoy your meal. Mind if I join you?¡±


    ¡°Not at all m¡¯lord, please have a seat.¡± Glumnorr said, motioning to the seat across from him.


    Once both men were seated, Glumnorr grabbed a loaf from the several he had stacked next to him, and offered it to Dorgean. The lord smiled and took the bread, breaking a small piece off before plopping it into his mouth. Glumnorr followed suit and after a few moments of chewing, he spoke.


    ¡°So what brings you down here? Just miss my old mug that much huh?¡±


    ¡°Can an old friend not stop by without a secret motive?¡± Dorgean asked with a playful tone.


    ¡°An old friend yes, but you m¡¯lord.¡± Glumnorr said before they both burst into laughter.


    ¡°A jokester like always.¡± Dorgean said ¡°But sadly, you are correct in my visit today, old friend.¡±


    ¡°I see,¡± Glumnorr said in between bites of stew and bread ¡°So where are me and my men heading to this time?¡±


    ¡°The city of Elys.¡±


    ¡°OH? That is a shock, what happened? Rough Orc attack?¡± Glumnorr asked


    ¡°The city itself is fine.¡± Dorgean replied ¡°It¡¯s the College that is in trouble.¡±


    ¡°How so?¡± Glumnorr inquired.


    ¡°From the letter I received minutes ago, it seems the College has fallen under attack. As a result, the students and professors have been evacuated to Elys. The College requested aid, so you are to escort the relief caravan to Ely. Once there, leave a detachment of men behind to boost the guards; also leave two or more men to protect Bolish. She will accompany you to Elys where she will begin her own task. After all that, the rest of your men, including you, will go up the mountain and see what is happening to the College.¡± Dorgean said in a serious tone


    Glumnorr listened intently and nodded along ¡°I understand my lord, I shall gather the men and supplies at once.¡± He said once Dorgean finished.


    ¡°Please, finish your meal. I will need you at full strength.¡± Dorgean said as he stood from the table, ¡°With that, I shall leave you to enjoy what''s left of your meal.¡±


    ¡°Thank you m¡¯lord.¡± Glumnorr said, watching the Duke walk away before resuming his meal.


    Several hours later, the Duke walked out of his keep and towards the entrance to the Xain Underway. It took a few minutes to walk across the courtyard, reaching the massive double doors set into the stone face. A few guards saluted and yelled for the gates to open. Several seconds later, the huge doors were open and Dorgean walked through. Inside was a large open space that held cranes and other pieces of equipment used to move large amounts of goods. On the opposite side was a ramp that led deep into the earth, this was the entrance to the Underway called Xian that connected to the town of the same name. In front of this entrance were five caravan wagons being pulled by a few beasts of burden. Off to the side of the wagons, Glumnorr  issued orders to the Dragoons that were to accompany them while Bolish and Baron Ironhand chatted in the front. Dorgean walked up to the pair at the head of the caravan, Bolish was covered from head to toe in deep brown leather armour, no skin was shown, and a white mask covered her whole face. Baron Ironhand, meanwhile, was dressed in the normal silk robes most nobles donned. His shorter stature was highlighted even more by his oversized belly, plump cheeks, and stubby nose. Though he was of noble blood his beard was barely a fist full in length.


    ¡°Evening Bolish, Baron Ironhand.¡± Dorgean said, giving a slight head nod.


    ¡°Good evening Duke Goldbeard.¡± The pair replied.


    ¡°Baron Ironhand, I must apologise again that our talks were cut short. We shall have to find another time soon to finish.¡± Dorgean said.


    ¡°I understand fully and of course m¡¯lord.¡± Ironhand said with a bow.


    ¡°Now, Baron, you shall accompany the caravan to Xain. Once there, give them any spare troops you have.¡±


    ¡°Yes m¡¯lord.¡± Baron Ironhand replied.


    ¡°As for you Bolish, carry on to Ely and complete your task promptly.¡±


    ¡°Yes m¡¯lord.¡± Bolish replied, her voice slightly muffled by the white mask.


    Bolish and Baron Ironhand climbed into the second carriage, and as they did, the caravan began to move down the ramp. Dorgean sat and watched as the seven carriages and several mounted knights delved deeper into the underway. After several minutes, the last carriage was lost from Dorgeans sight and he turned on his heels returning back to his keep.


    Two days later, another message arrived for the Duke from Baron Ironhand in the city of Xain. After reading the message, Dorgean walked over to the window and peered out over the valley and city below.


    The caravan has passed through Xain and with this message should be about half way to Elys. Dorgean thought to himself Let''s hope that fat fool carried out all of my orders.


    Dorgean sighed and rubbed at his temple before turning away from the scenic view and back to his desk covered in a mountain of papers.


    ¡°Damn these reforms¡­¡± He hissed, taking his seat.


    ¡°It''s only a matter of time.¡± He muttered.