A Knights Realm: Forsaken Rise

Chapter 8

                                              Chapter 8

                                            Kaz’Dorlain

                                          Terace Valley

Inside his big black tent, which was pitched up in the centre of his army, Verek rolled his neck as he enjoyed the pleasure of his latest hit of dark magic. The power was being drawn into him. It was from the last couple of dwarven towns that his forsaken army had ravaged and turned. This was the sixth time he had been able to embellish himself in dark powers since he started his campaign against Kaz’Dorlain, each time he got stronger and stronger. The only problem that he had with this whole plan, was that the dwarves had such little magic in their realm. He wasn’t able to draw in as much power as he could have as if he was attacking the humans or the elves, but this was still satisfactory. The feeling of being charged with dark energies was unbelievable, even if the amount was only small. Verek would rather have his forces corrupting more and more territory of the Dwarven Empire so he could enjoy the feeling constantly but he had to focus on the dwarven capital of Orzarum, for now.

It wasn’t his first choice but Noraz had made it clear that Orzarum posed the biggest threat to their plans in Kaz’Dorlain; also, if the city fell, it could demoralize and cause dissention in the other dwarven cities. It pained him, and Verek hated to admit it, but his leader was right. Orzarum’s fall was essential to his victory.

The sensation of absorbing all the black magic passed and he reopened his eyes. He sat down in his chair which was covered in black silk; it was his own personal throne. He waited for a few moments for his lieutenants to arrive. Within a couple of minutes four varlire entered his tent. Each of them wore dark iron armor; their pauldrons on their shoulders and their helmets all had spikes sticking out of them. They all carried bows made out of bones, just like all varlire, but they also had something else with them. Two of them were carrying in another varlire, one who had a huge chunk cut out of his shoulder where he had been struck by some massive weapon. A weapon which must of had a huge amount of momentum, like an axe. It had cleaved right through his shoulder bones and severed one of the main arteries that the varlire have running through their arms.

“Who’s that with you? Answer me!” Verek barked at the lieutenants; Verek hated when things that aren’t in his plans happen, but he wasn’t overly concerned about this; to Verek the forsaken were only tools and only good to get him more dark power. He just needed to display his authority.

“This is one of the hunters that were at Camp Stonefall, for the battle.” one of the Varlire said to Verek. “You should hear what he has to say Mi Lord.” he finished.

“So be it. Speak!” Verek ordered the half dead Varlire whom was bleeding all over his floor.

“I ran into the knights from Stormfall...” the dying Varlire said, spluttering on some blood “There are... five of them now.” it continued and coughed violently, choking on its own blood at the end.

“The knights are in Kaz’Dorlain?” Verek asked a small smile creeping over his face.

“Yes...” he replied just before he had another dreadful cough attack, but this time, when the coughing finished so did his breathing, he was dead. The other Varlire just dropped him on the floor.

“Lord, our scout’s report that Orzarum has started to fortify their mountain gates. They must know that we are coming.” said Tihleh, one of the Varlire Lieutenants.