THE END CHAPTERS - I
Krieger, one of the two remaining Great Dragons with blood running free through their veins, was on the run. After the whole slew of assassination attempts brought about by the apparent emergence of the Second, the goddess Edoneh, and her violent vassal Ritter, the Lord Dragon was beaten from one hideout to the next, as more and more Guild members continued to hound him and his associates.
However, fleeing as he was… he was very, very far from being defeated.
- Amethyst Fields, North of Ignis -
“Servitors. My weapon?” Krieger asked of his two agents. A brazen wind blew through sharp purple grass at their feet.
Garrick raised his arm and drew a runic symbol in the air in front of him. A small void grew from where the symbol lit up. He reached into the portal, and from it produced the haft of a large double-bladed weapon. Pulling it free from the dark recess, Garrick revealed his lord’s taker of lives, the mysterious armament that Krieger never seemed to need to dispense vengeance, but always held in recent times.
He slowly handed the enormous blades to his master, in reverence to its power, and the storm that it was about to start.
“Old man,” Wahrsager exclaimed. “I hope that thing’s hungry. Guild assassins on all fronts, sir.” He pulled his quiver close, stance at the ready.
“Is it just me, or are they starting to thin out?”, he finished with a grin.
Krieger let out a guttural laugh that pierced the howling of the breeze.
“Just when I was starting to grow fond of this game.”
He turned backwards, as his Servitors took the other sides. Their pursuers revealed themselves like shadows from a sudden fire. Though still outnumbered by roughly two dozen Dhan assassins to each of them, Krieger smiled.
“Know this, you slaves of that damn whore. My blade craves your blood. It knows all your names; my seething rage has given it the hunger and boldness to invade your minds. It will feast on your souls, however tasteless they might have been rendered by your servitude to Edoneh’s lies. We will leave one of you alive. All of you: pray that you are that one, for you will bring a message to your masters, and a change of heart to your family. As for the rest of you, I apologize that you will not know my blade’s name.”
At that, the assassins began their assault. The familiar sound of battle rang out upon the peaceful ridge, as the amethyst fields of Ignis turned crimson that day.
- One day later -
“Lord Dragon. Our next move?” Garrick had been growing restless. Their flight to safer havens have driven them through villages and towns his master had cared more for their strategic value rather than the people in them. “We can’t keep on running like this.”
His master breathed out a sigh.
“Why, Garrick? Feeling queasy?” Leagues older than his Servitor, he could sense much of those expected feelings, especially from a Human. “Don’t tell me that you’re losing your touch. Or worse. You’re regaining your innocence. Hmmm?”
Wahrsager scoffed and sauntered away, not as empathic as Garrick was. The Paladin felt frustrated and obliged to speak out his mind.
“What is thy plan then, master? At this rate, while we are busy fending off these ambush parties, they have already mustered other armies in their keeps. The Shadowmother is planning an invasion; you’ve heard what the Elves and the Dhan have relayed. While the rest of the Five had grown weak and quiet and let their creations loose and on their own on the face of Rohan, Flox and his sister have conspired with their previously secreted matriarch. Or have you not listened to the crystal message because you were so busy lopping heads off?“
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The Land Of Rohan
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