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<blockquote data-quote="Haraash Saan" data-source="post: 5263635" data-attributes="member: 46615"><p>************************</p><p></p><p>Sunlight streamed into the sparse room that I had been shown to the evening before. A dreamless night had refreshed me and left me feeling better than I had done since before the assassination of the King. </p><p></p><p>By the time I found my companions in a large library, they had already breakfasted. Even Yodfor and his companion were there, looking a lot perkier than when I had last seen them being dragged into the tower by Morgan and the thin man that had allowed us entry into it. </p><p></p><p>We were left to our own devices until after luncheon when Lord Steven joined us. </p><p></p><p>“Lord Steven, thank you so much for your kind hospitality.” I said </p><p></p><p>“Weary travelers deserve respite,” he replied graciously, “whoever they may be. Todesmagie will not judge you.” </p><p></p><p>He paused, looking at me intently whilst stroking his short, trimmed black beard and saying, “But come now, I am told that you have knowledge that you wish to share.” </p><p></p><p>And so it was that I told him of the death of the King, our encounter with the agents of Dominion in the Gerechian temple, the ruins of Green Lady’s city and our most recent flight from the cat-like creatures and their masters. </p><p></p><p>If I had told Lord Steven anything that he did not already know I could not tell, for he raised not even so much as an eyebrow at my tale. Ruftameon, who had come into the room halfway through my discourse nodded occasionally, as if I was confirming something he suspected.</p><p></p><p>We spoke long into the afternoon, answering questions and asking our own in turn. </p><p></p><p>By now, the sun had slunk behind a low cloud in the west and the sky began its beautiful metamorphosis from blue through orange and dusky pink and finally into darkness. </p><p></p><p>A pounding on the bolted doorway below roused us from our intriguing conversation. The skinny man scampered off to fulfill his welcoming duties. Soon after, he re-entered the room and bowed low to Lord Steven, “A Mkilejthe to see you my lord.” </p><p></p><p>As his name was mentioned the enormous man that had led his beasts and wizards against stepped into the room. He was so tall that he had to duck to squeeze through the doorway, and so broad that he his shoulders brushed its frame. </p><p></p><p>In an instant a rapier flashed into my hand. Likewise my comrades sought their preferred arms. </p><p></p><p>“Gentlemen!” called Lord Steven loudly. “None shall harm my guests in MY house.” As he spoke he glared at each of us in turn. His gaze lingering longest on the hulking most recent arrival. </p><p></p><p>Mkilejthe the Fleshgolem, General of the Dominion, earlier in the day we had learnt our adversary’s full name, stood at least ten feet tall and wore a massive robe, secured with a rope. Its sleeves were so long that they concealed his hands and its cowl completely hid his face. </p><p></p><p>“What is it that I can do for you Mkilejthe?” Lord Steven asked, his voice now perfectly calm and hospitable. </p><p></p><p>“Turn them over to me.” Rumbled a reply that sounded as though the very earth had gnashed boulders together. </p><p></p><p>“I cannot force my guests to leave.” Countered Lord Steven, much to our relief. </p><p></p><p>“If they are not given to us by tomorrow evening, we will come and raze your tower” stated the Dominion general. “The choice is yours.” </p><p></p><p>With that he turned and descended the staircase. </p><p></p><p>Mkilethje’s request had left us stunned. It was a demand that would fall on deaf ears. It was preposterous that these men of knowledge would even consider giving in to the Fleshgolems’s command.</p><p></p><p>Lord Steven broke the silence, “I‘m sorry my friends. I will not risk the knowledge housed in this tower.”</p><p></p><p>I felt my jaw drop. I must have looked like a fool. Had I heard him correctly?</p><p></p><p>“You must leave here before dusk on the morrow.” Continued Lord Steven.</p><p></p><p>We were dumbstruck by his decision. Moxadder stalked from the room, no doubt to seek solace from some herbal remedy. Stravarious sat silently, his mask hiding any sign of emotion. </p><p></p><p>Morgan leapt up in a rage, fists clenched so tightly that they shook. “Throw us to the wolves will you?” he spat.</p><p></p><p>“We have no allies and seek no enemies. We only seek knowledge. “said Lord Steven calmly. “It is unfortunate that this has come to pass, but as I said before, I will not risk losing the knowledge we have acquired here.”</p><p></p><p>He would be drawn no further into discussion, and eventually he raised his palms and bid us good night. </p><p></p><p>Yodfor sat sharpening his sword with a whetstone unperplexed by Lord Steven’s declaration.</p><p></p><p>As I watched the head librarian exit the room I noticed that as he passed a shelf a book fell with dull thud to the floor. Lord Steven seemed not to have noticed and left the library.</p><p></p><p>I picked the book up and brushed off its cover with a kerchief. Embossed in gold on the ancient brown leather were the words ‘The Battle Circles of Thuus’. I idly turned to a page and read it.</p><p></p><p>‘Once activated the Battle Circle cannot be breached until the contest has a victor.’ </p><p></p><p>Intrigued I read on. The Battle Circles of Thuus were used in ancient tournaments or to settle disputes. Consecrated by the priests of Thuus, the circle was laid out with ten standing stones. At the commencement of combat the circle would be activated by a Thuusian chant. </p><p></p><p>After the battle had commenced the circle would prevent most deceptions and death magics from profaning the sanctity of the combat. I prayed to Thuus that my interpretation of this was correct and that the Beasts of Zzart, as Lord Steven called the cat creatures, would no longer have their peculiar ability to seem to be in a place that they were not.</p><p></p><p>Most importantly there was a chapter on the locations of the ancient Battle Circles of Thuus and there was one somewhere very near the tower.</p><p></p><p>I called the others, all expect Moxadder, who was too addled to be of any use, and explained what I had learnt. In Moxadder’s absence Stravarious volunteered to find the stones of the circle outside the tower.</p><p></p><p>“I have some magics that will ensure that I am not discovered.” He said confidently as he strode from the room.</p><p></p><p>At one stage whilst awaiting his return we heard the screams of the cat-like creatures. It was not really that surprising, Stravarious had not doubt taken the opportunity to indulge his hatred of felines yet again..</p><p></p><p>A few hours later he returned and proclaimed that he had found all of the stones and uncovered them from the overgrowth that had hidden them.</p><p></p><p>There was nothing more that we could do, so we each headed to our beds and restless sleep.</p><p></p><p>************************</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Haraash Saan, post: 5263635, member: 46615"] ************************ Sunlight streamed into the sparse room that I had been shown to the evening before. A dreamless night had refreshed me and left me feeling better than I had done since before the assassination of the King. By the time I found my companions in a large library, they had already breakfasted. Even Yodfor and his companion were there, looking a lot perkier than when I had last seen them being dragged into the tower by Morgan and the thin man that had allowed us entry into it. We were left to our own devices until after luncheon when Lord Steven joined us. “Lord Steven, thank you so much for your kind hospitality.” I said “Weary travelers deserve respite,” he replied graciously, “whoever they may be. Todesmagie will not judge you.” He paused, looking at me intently whilst stroking his short, trimmed black beard and saying, “But come now, I am told that you have knowledge that you wish to share.” And so it was that I told him of the death of the King, our encounter with the agents of Dominion in the Gerechian temple, the ruins of Green Lady’s city and our most recent flight from the cat-like creatures and their masters. If I had told Lord Steven anything that he did not already know I could not tell, for he raised not even so much as an eyebrow at my tale. Ruftameon, who had come into the room halfway through my discourse nodded occasionally, as if I was confirming something he suspected. We spoke long into the afternoon, answering questions and asking our own in turn. By now, the sun had slunk behind a low cloud in the west and the sky began its beautiful metamorphosis from blue through orange and dusky pink and finally into darkness. A pounding on the bolted doorway below roused us from our intriguing conversation. The skinny man scampered off to fulfill his welcoming duties. Soon after, he re-entered the room and bowed low to Lord Steven, “A Mkilejthe to see you my lord.” As his name was mentioned the enormous man that had led his beasts and wizards against stepped into the room. He was so tall that he had to duck to squeeze through the doorway, and so broad that he his shoulders brushed its frame. In an instant a rapier flashed into my hand. Likewise my comrades sought their preferred arms. “Gentlemen!” called Lord Steven loudly. “None shall harm my guests in MY house.” As he spoke he glared at each of us in turn. His gaze lingering longest on the hulking most recent arrival. Mkilejthe the Fleshgolem, General of the Dominion, earlier in the day we had learnt our adversary’s full name, stood at least ten feet tall and wore a massive robe, secured with a rope. Its sleeves were so long that they concealed his hands and its cowl completely hid his face. “What is it that I can do for you Mkilejthe?” Lord Steven asked, his voice now perfectly calm and hospitable. “Turn them over to me.” Rumbled a reply that sounded as though the very earth had gnashed boulders together. “I cannot force my guests to leave.” Countered Lord Steven, much to our relief. “If they are not given to us by tomorrow evening, we will come and raze your tower” stated the Dominion general. “The choice is yours.” With that he turned and descended the staircase. Mkilethje’s request had left us stunned. It was a demand that would fall on deaf ears. It was preposterous that these men of knowledge would even consider giving in to the Fleshgolems’s command. Lord Steven broke the silence, “I‘m sorry my friends. I will not risk the knowledge housed in this tower.” I felt my jaw drop. I must have looked like a fool. Had I heard him correctly? “You must leave here before dusk on the morrow.” Continued Lord Steven. We were dumbstruck by his decision. Moxadder stalked from the room, no doubt to seek solace from some herbal remedy. Stravarious sat silently, his mask hiding any sign of emotion. Morgan leapt up in a rage, fists clenched so tightly that they shook. “Throw us to the wolves will you?” he spat. “We have no allies and seek no enemies. We only seek knowledge. “said Lord Steven calmly. “It is unfortunate that this has come to pass, but as I said before, I will not risk losing the knowledge we have acquired here.” He would be drawn no further into discussion, and eventually he raised his palms and bid us good night. Yodfor sat sharpening his sword with a whetstone unperplexed by Lord Steven’s declaration. As I watched the head librarian exit the room I noticed that as he passed a shelf a book fell with dull thud to the floor. Lord Steven seemed not to have noticed and left the library. I picked the book up and brushed off its cover with a kerchief. Embossed in gold on the ancient brown leather were the words ‘The Battle Circles of Thuus’. I idly turned to a page and read it. ‘Once activated the Battle Circle cannot be breached until the contest has a victor.’ Intrigued I read on. The Battle Circles of Thuus were used in ancient tournaments or to settle disputes. Consecrated by the priests of Thuus, the circle was laid out with ten standing stones. At the commencement of combat the circle would be activated by a Thuusian chant. After the battle had commenced the circle would prevent most deceptions and death magics from profaning the sanctity of the combat. I prayed to Thuus that my interpretation of this was correct and that the Beasts of Zzart, as Lord Steven called the cat creatures, would no longer have their peculiar ability to seem to be in a place that they were not. Most importantly there was a chapter on the locations of the ancient Battle Circles of Thuus and there was one somewhere very near the tower. I called the others, all expect Moxadder, who was too addled to be of any use, and explained what I had learnt. In Moxadder’s absence Stravarious volunteered to find the stones of the circle outside the tower. “I have some magics that will ensure that I am not discovered.” He said confidently as he strode from the room. At one stage whilst awaiting his return we heard the screams of the cat-like creatures. It was not really that surprising, Stravarious had not doubt taken the opportunity to indulge his hatred of felines yet again.. A few hours later he returned and proclaimed that he had found all of the stones and uncovered them from the overgrowth that had hidden them. There was nothing more that we could do, so we each headed to our beds and restless sleep. ************************ [/QUOTE]
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