A Game of Flags

Chapter Three: A Special Plan

𝗔s the Sun rose, Rago had been delivering messages for the local citizens of Grandzam, as his job was a delivery messenger.
He was also delivering for royal ranks, such as buisness men, soldiers, et cetera. He was being paid for it, as he fit all of the scrolls into the back of his bike, as he rode across the roads of the city.
As he finished his shift, he had rode to the Citadel, parking his bike down as he grabbed the last message from his basket.
"Okay, last one," he said. "Hopefully I get to go on Patrol after this, i'm dying for a fight."
He went through the massive doors of the Citadel, and went into the Throne Room, as he saw his boss - Bergorn, and his King - Ferecorn.
"Oh, Dorric!" said Ferecorn, clapping. "You've finished your shift?"
"Yes, sir," said Rago; "i came to deliver these messages - and Bergorn, here's your scroll -" he took it out of his backpack. "- here you go."
Bergorn took the Scroll. "Thank you," he said. "- Rago, lad, the King has something to tell you."
"Tell me?" said Rago, as he turned to Ferecorn. "Yes, tell you," said Ferecorn, "it's risky, but we think it can work, come, take a seat."

So Rago took a seat next to Ferecorn, it was a little throne. Not as shiny and big as the King's, but it was still comfy for him.
"With the stakes being higher than ever, we're sending out a special force of soldiers to track down the Solidarity and kill them, the operation hasn't begun yet. As we are gathering members - you, Rago, you have potential. For a Youngling, of course. You show very great skill - both detective and physical skill, which is why i came to give you an offer."
Rago was at a lost of words, before he finally gathered the words to say: "Special forces? To hunt the Solidarity?"
He didn't know why he felt so reluctant to this, it was a dream come true for most. But Rago struggled to find a reason why.
"Yes," said Ferecorn. "Hunt the Solidarity, if they're doing a secret operation. We make a secret SECRET operation, what do you say?"
Rago had a few moments to think, before he finally said: "Yes, i will do it," he said. "We are killing every member... right?"
"Hmm, yes, that is the main plan." said Ferecorn.
"But what about the Wizard?" said Bergorn.
"What Wizard?" said Rago. "Nazrule has Wizards?"
"Yes, surprisingly," said Bergorn, "we thought Wizards were extinct many centuries ago - but they are now disguised as Monks, as some can be seen in Brookrill."
"So that is how they got the Wizard," said Ferecorn. "They went to Brookrill, made Alliances with Valves, took Wizards, damn it! We should've thought something was up! Why they are so hard to reach!"
"I think you are being a bit too hard on yourself," said Rago, stuttering. "I-i mean it's not like you knew Wizards still existed, they were ancient fairytales.. afterall.."
"I suppose you are right," said Ferecorn, "but i should've known better to not think that Greflyn the Orange Wizard was dead."
"Greflyn," said Bergorn, "i think i have heard of that name before."
"Yes, you may have, they were used in fairytales as myths, but now they are real, very real."
Ferecorn turned to Rago, as he slowly stood up. "You know many things now," he said. "You can not back out now, you have to join this mission. We can use you, you understand?"
"Yes, sir," said Rago. "When do we get on the Road?"
"Tommorow noon," said Ferecorn. "I suggest packing things now, as Bergorn will wake you early in the morning."
Rago nodded, as he slowly walked out of the Citadel, as he grabbed his bike. And slowly rode down the steps.

Torches surrounded the Solidarity as few members slept, Greflyn was still awake, along with D'Angelo, with Arathor and Eli on lookout.
"I still think this was a bad idea," said D'Angelo, "obviously going into abandoned Mines is never safe, but Arathor is the leader. And leader knows best."
"You could be right," said Greflyn, smoking on a pipe. "But i suppose that the Gate could secretly be in this Mine, you know how Dwarves were always protective of things. Like Leprechauns."
"Don't you compare us to Leprechauns," said D'Angelo. "Unlike them, we want to live for something."
"Well, of course you do!" said Greflyn. "You guys are chubby hairy smalllings afterall, you may not be the smallest, though," he motioned to the sleeping Younglings, as the two let out a few chuckles.
Arathor came into the Room. "The Mines seem quiet," he said. "Wake the others up, we shall move quick."
Greflyn and D'Angelo woke the Younglings up. "Ergh, not even a full nights sleep?" said Gimitri. "Dissapointed, really."
"This is no time for jokes," said Greflyn, "if you make too much noise - we're all in the shit."
And by single file, the Solidarity crossed a few bridges across the Mines, as they entered another room, with what appeared to be Kehzad text on the old table, with Perrin and Evera looking around the room, and Gimitri was looking at a dead orc that was on the floor.
"Seems like some fighting has been going on in here," chuckled Gimitri, "check this out!"
Perrin and Evera walked towards Gimitri and saw the Dead Orc, as Perrin commented: "You don't think that rusty armor still works, do you?"
"That? Oh no," said Eli, putting his hands on Merry and Gimitri's shoulders. "My dear Younglings, these are Orcs that have been dead for thousands and thousands of years, i'm willing to bet that i can step on this armor so easily it'll go flat."
Eli put his foot on the shoulder, as it immediately went flat. "See?" he said. "It's old, therefore it can't be used. Don't be too hasty, though, we won't stay in here long."
Eli walked back to the Stone Table, as Perrin said to Gimitri: "You shouldn't of came along to this adventure," said he; "because you find things like this."
"Oh, i know, i don't trust them," said Gimitri. "But i trust you, which is why i mainly came along this adventure."
"Me too," said Evera, "we're Younglings, we do everything together. Even if it seems extreme."
Perrin smiled. "Thanks," he said. "It wouldn't be good without you guys."
"Ay! Don't be too down, lad!" said Evera. "I bet you before we know it, we will be back home, lying on the couch, with our feet up on a settle, after a hard journey."

Whilst Perrin and Evera were talking, Gimitri approached a well, as another dead orc was dangling on it. "You look so old," he said, as he went to touch the Orc, but as soon as he did, it jerked, which made Gimitri move away.
But when he did move away, he hit a line of chains, which was connected to a log that was stuck to the Stone ground, as the dead orc started shaking, before eventually falling into the Well.
It made a loud bang, as the Log eventually leaped from the ground and fell into the Well, along with the screeches of the Chain falling along with it.
Everyone looked at Gimitri, as Gimitri seemed too embarrassed, Greflyn walked over and looked down at the Well, before he said: "You fool!" he threw his hands up. "If you want to make a ruckus, then i suggest throwing yourself in there. We will get things done much quicker then!"
Gimitri was hurt; but he knew it was true, and before the Solidarity knew. The Sounds of Orcs could be heard from the other side of the Mine, as it echoed.
"Oh, for goodness sake!" said Arathor, as he grabbed his bow from the table. "Everyone! Load your weapons! Looks like we have some Orc to kill!"
And in the span of one minute, Eli kicked the doors shut; as both Eli and Arathor aimed with their bows, with the rest clutching onto their weapons.
The Doors shook for a few minutes, and then, they was thrown open, and the army of Orcs swarmed in.
"ATTACK!" said Arathor.
And then the Solidarity went into Battle.

Four is soon!