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<blockquote data-quote="Haraash Saan" data-source="post: 5303193" data-attributes="member: 46615"><p>The chamber in which I stood had once been some sort of throne room. A dais was at one end of the room and but the two gilded chairs upon it looked unkempt and disused. Stone statues of previous rulers stood in evenly-spaced alcoves on both walls that led from the door to the thrones. A few smaller doors were spotted along each of the walls of the chamber. In the center of the room was a large table on which was spread out a large map. Nine men and one woman surrounded it, all were in heated discussion about the location of current Dominion forces and what their tactics might be.</p><p></p><p>“It’ll be an all out assault!” belted one ancient warhorse. He was so incised that a vein on his bald pate threatened to burst.</p><p></p><p>“Don’t be stupid!” countered another contemptuously. “They’ve never done that before and they’ll not do it now!”</p><p></p><p>The Knight Protectress idly scratched the neckline of her chain mail and sighed. “I want all your thoughts. Hector,” she said to the elder man that I had first heard speak, “why would they change their tactics now?”</p><p></p><p>He mumbled something that did not seem to convince Igane. She sighed again and then looking up, she noticed me. </p><p></p><p>“Montfort was it?” she said.</p><p></p><p>“Indeed my lady.” I responded.</p><p></p><p>“Well come over here and tell us what grave news you have.” She ordered.</p><p></p><p>I walked forward, aware that all conversation had stopped and all eyes were upon me. “Knight Protectress, what I have to say is not for all ears. If we may have a moment in private?” I asked.</p><p></p><p>“Fine.” she said curtly and then to the others, “By the time I am back, and I won’t be long, I want an answer.”</p><p></p><p>Igane led me to one of the smaller doors that was next to a statue of a scrawny royal with a leering smile and evil eyes, and opened it. We stepped into a small room devoid of furniture. </p><p></p><p>“It has all been used in various fortifications.” said Igane, answering my unasked question. </p><p></p><p>“So tell me what it is that is so important as to interrupt my war council?” she continued, betraying only a modicum of annoyance.</p><p></p><p>“Please forgive me Knight Protectress, but I come to ask a favour, and bring you news that will perhaps explain why I ask it.” I said.</p><p></p><p>“First the news, then the favour.” she said.</p><p></p><p>“Yes, of course.” I did not wish to test her patience any further. I told her how King Thuurland had been killed and that our enquiries had revealed that it had been an entranced Fastendian woman bearing devices of women holding a white cloth outstretched between them.</p><p></p><p>“I suspect that Prince Brand aims to seize the throne for himself, but I cannot allow this to happen. Firstly because as a member of the Order of the Wyrm it is my duty to bring the rightful heir to their Kingdom, and secondly because I am not sure what Brand will do. He is a hothead and a warmonger. If he were to find out that a Fastendian was the tool that murdered the King, the Dominions desire of a war between Guerney and the Fastness could be realised. I do not believe either of us want that.”</p><p></p><p>Igane’s steely disposition melted immediately. She drew a sharp breath and her eyes widened as she came to the same conclusion I explained. </p><p></p><p>“This is very true. The Fastness needs an ally in the fight against the Dominion, not another enemy. What is your request?”</p><p></p><p>“My lady, the Princess Isabella is currently in the court of Morannin. I must return with her to Guerney so that she may claim her rightful place on the throne. It is my hope that she is sympathetic to our cause, I too wish the Dominion destroyed. My companions and I need to get to Morannin by the quickest means possible. You send barges down the river, I would like my comrades and I to be on the next boats that leave. Is that possible?” I asked.</p><p></p><p>“Usually no.” she said bluntly, “But this is not a usual circumstance. My mind echoes your thoughts and fears so I’ll grant you passage on the barges. Their departure time is not yet set. Tell the guards outside where you are staying and you’ll be sent for. Be ready to leave when they come for you as they’ll take you straight to the barges.” With that my interview was successfully concluded.</p><p></p><p>After my meeting with Igane I wandered the citadel for a while before I found myself on the battlements. To the north rolled the desolate lands of the Dominon. It was a great expanse of empty plains. There were no monuments. There were no hills or lakes, just a great flat nothingness. </p><p></p><p>Outside the fortress, on the southern bank of the Narn, stood a host of Thuusian clerics. As one they raised their arms and begun a low rumbling chant. They called to Thuus to provide them courage and to protect them from the Northern Hordes of the Dominion. At the climax to their prayer the head priest drew his sword and immersed it in the river. A faint orange glow emanated from the sword, the light spreading through the running waters. Soon the entire river radiated with orange fluorescence. And then, just as quickly the light that winked out and the cool blue of the Narn flowed once more. Thuus had blessed the river, stopping the dead that walked from crossing it, as he had done for ever night for one hundred years.</p><p></p><p>The spectacle of the river blessing was over and the light of the day had begun to fail so I quickly made my way back to our lodgings.</p><p></p><p>On returning I found Moxadder standing in the center of the room addressing the others, “You see, I’m on the Blood Road. It’s a mob that will do whatever it takes to rid the world of the Dominion.” He spat the last word in distaste.</p><p></p><p>“My bosses ‘ere in Vronburg ‘ave told me to introduce you to our ways.” He went on to say that his ‘cult’ was a secret sub cult of the main Thuusian Religion. Its’ members were few, but each tried to find redemption through the slaughter of the Dominion. Their tactics were vicious, and unlikely to be approved by the main body of the Thuusian church.</p><p></p><p>“Tomorrow I’ll take you to Taen the Dark Witch. I need to get some, erm, things from ‘er and she wishes to meet you.” Moxadder added.</p><p></p><p>Moxadder’s revelation had left us gob smacked. All this time we had thought that our comrade was just a troubled soul who had not the will to make peace with himself, but he was more, thankfully, much more. He followed a dark path, but one which fitted well with our hatred of the dominion. </p><p></p><p>It had been a long day of travel so after checking the bed that I had claimed for any bugs and other unwelcome crawlers I collapsed into a deep a trouble free sleep. The night passed quietly. Vronburg was safe, at least for one more day.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Haraash Saan, post: 5303193, member: 46615"] The chamber in which I stood had once been some sort of throne room. A dais was at one end of the room and but the two gilded chairs upon it looked unkempt and disused. Stone statues of previous rulers stood in evenly-spaced alcoves on both walls that led from the door to the thrones. A few smaller doors were spotted along each of the walls of the chamber. In the center of the room was a large table on which was spread out a large map. Nine men and one woman surrounded it, all were in heated discussion about the location of current Dominion forces and what their tactics might be. “It’ll be an all out assault!” belted one ancient warhorse. He was so incised that a vein on his bald pate threatened to burst. “Don’t be stupid!” countered another contemptuously. “They’ve never done that before and they’ll not do it now!” The Knight Protectress idly scratched the neckline of her chain mail and sighed. “I want all your thoughts. Hector,” she said to the elder man that I had first heard speak, “why would they change their tactics now?” He mumbled something that did not seem to convince Igane. She sighed again and then looking up, she noticed me. “Montfort was it?” she said. “Indeed my lady.” I responded. “Well come over here and tell us what grave news you have.” She ordered. I walked forward, aware that all conversation had stopped and all eyes were upon me. “Knight Protectress, what I have to say is not for all ears. If we may have a moment in private?” I asked. “Fine.” she said curtly and then to the others, “By the time I am back, and I won’t be long, I want an answer.” Igane led me to one of the smaller doors that was next to a statue of a scrawny royal with a leering smile and evil eyes, and opened it. We stepped into a small room devoid of furniture. “It has all been used in various fortifications.” said Igane, answering my unasked question. “So tell me what it is that is so important as to interrupt my war council?” she continued, betraying only a modicum of annoyance. “Please forgive me Knight Protectress, but I come to ask a favour, and bring you news that will perhaps explain why I ask it.” I said. “First the news, then the favour.” she said. “Yes, of course.” I did not wish to test her patience any further. I told her how King Thuurland had been killed and that our enquiries had revealed that it had been an entranced Fastendian woman bearing devices of women holding a white cloth outstretched between them. “I suspect that Prince Brand aims to seize the throne for himself, but I cannot allow this to happen. Firstly because as a member of the Order of the Wyrm it is my duty to bring the rightful heir to their Kingdom, and secondly because I am not sure what Brand will do. He is a hothead and a warmonger. If he were to find out that a Fastendian was the tool that murdered the King, the Dominions desire of a war between Guerney and the Fastness could be realised. I do not believe either of us want that.” Igane’s steely disposition melted immediately. She drew a sharp breath and her eyes widened as she came to the same conclusion I explained. “This is very true. The Fastness needs an ally in the fight against the Dominion, not another enemy. What is your request?” “My lady, the Princess Isabella is currently in the court of Morannin. I must return with her to Guerney so that she may claim her rightful place on the throne. It is my hope that she is sympathetic to our cause, I too wish the Dominion destroyed. My companions and I need to get to Morannin by the quickest means possible. You send barges down the river, I would like my comrades and I to be on the next boats that leave. Is that possible?” I asked. “Usually no.” she said bluntly, “But this is not a usual circumstance. My mind echoes your thoughts and fears so I’ll grant you passage on the barges. Their departure time is not yet set. Tell the guards outside where you are staying and you’ll be sent for. Be ready to leave when they come for you as they’ll take you straight to the barges.” With that my interview was successfully concluded. After my meeting with Igane I wandered the citadel for a while before I found myself on the battlements. To the north rolled the desolate lands of the Dominon. It was a great expanse of empty plains. There were no monuments. There were no hills or lakes, just a great flat nothingness. Outside the fortress, on the southern bank of the Narn, stood a host of Thuusian clerics. As one they raised their arms and begun a low rumbling chant. They called to Thuus to provide them courage and to protect them from the Northern Hordes of the Dominion. At the climax to their prayer the head priest drew his sword and immersed it in the river. A faint orange glow emanated from the sword, the light spreading through the running waters. Soon the entire river radiated with orange fluorescence. And then, just as quickly the light that winked out and the cool blue of the Narn flowed once more. Thuus had blessed the river, stopping the dead that walked from crossing it, as he had done for ever night for one hundred years. The spectacle of the river blessing was over and the light of the day had begun to fail so I quickly made my way back to our lodgings. On returning I found Moxadder standing in the center of the room addressing the others, “You see, I’m on the Blood Road. It’s a mob that will do whatever it takes to rid the world of the Dominion.” He spat the last word in distaste. “My bosses ‘ere in Vronburg ‘ave told me to introduce you to our ways.” He went on to say that his ‘cult’ was a secret sub cult of the main Thuusian Religion. Its’ members were few, but each tried to find redemption through the slaughter of the Dominion. Their tactics were vicious, and unlikely to be approved by the main body of the Thuusian church. “Tomorrow I’ll take you to Taen the Dark Witch. I need to get some, erm, things from ‘er and she wishes to meet you.” Moxadder added. Moxadder’s revelation had left us gob smacked. All this time we had thought that our comrade was just a troubled soul who had not the will to make peace with himself, but he was more, thankfully, much more. He followed a dark path, but one which fitted well with our hatred of the dominion. It had been a long day of travel so after checking the bed that I had claimed for any bugs and other unwelcome crawlers I collapsed into a deep a trouble free sleep. The night passed quietly. Vronburg was safe, at least for one more day. [/QUOTE]
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