The Chronicles of Namtar: Son of Flame

Metolol Forest

Metolol Forest

:Death is defined as the cessation of life. An end of your time in this world. So if you jump from one world to another, does that mean you die? Does it mean you're born again? Are you the same person as when you left? Should you accept your death and new life or do you fight for what had been? All in all, it might be easier if death just meant you were gone.:

"My Lord, Atuse," Corvis bowed at the waist upon entering the war room.

His king lifted his head and waved him forward with a smile. "Ah, Corvis. Right on time. Excellent. I have a new plan for dealing with Trich. That hypnotic harpy's days on the throne are numbered. I think I can get an assassin in if we just use a blind man. He'll be able to get close to her without being struck by her beauty! What do you think?"

"A fine plan, majesty," Corvis smiled gently, the lie falling from his lips easily. Atuse wasn't known for his brains, but that was what he had Corvis for. "However, I'm afraid that will have to wait. We have limited time to act."

"Act on what, Corvis?" Atuse grinned as he moved pieces across the map table towards Trich's precious Pasidhulka. He would have that kingdom soon! And its seductive queen would be begging for him to slip between her legs. But he wouldn't! HA!

"Have you already forgotten?" Corvis frowned at him. "The Key is descending on us from beyond the veil. We have to act quickly, sire. The seer has told us of a meadow within Metolol Forest filled with golden flowers and guarded by white leaved trees. Queen Modra and Queen Trich are already moving to procure the Key. We have no time to waste."

"Of course!" Atuse slammed his fist down onto the table, upsetting the wooden figures he had just spent so long delicately fixing into place. "With the Fire Demon under our control, there is no limit to what we could do! We could conquer Pasidhulka and Bumiterram easily!"

"My point exactly, majesty," Corvis grinned, pleased he had caught on. "I have gathered a troop of your finest men. Metolol Forest is a dangerous place and we don't know exactly where we're going. I need only your permission for the royal mage to use a fast travel spell to get them there quickly."

"Dangerous?" Atuse scoffed, throwing back his head to laugh deep from his large barrel chest. "Corvis, surely you jest. That forest is full of naught but weak vitiates! My men shall be more than enough to handle such paltry things!"

"Indeed. I just wanted to be prepared in case there is any...opposition in retrieving the Key. We don't know what to expect, after all."

"What's to expect? It's a Key! You have many on the ring on your sash!"

"It is not an ordinary key, majesty," Corvis said, totally calm in the face of Atuse's complete lack of respect for the subject matter. "Your permission, majesty?"

"Permission?"

"For the mage spell. Fast travel is not easy to cast and I'm afraid it will drain your mage for at least twelve hours afterwords. The Key is more than worth it though."

"You always know best, Corvis," Atuse leveled a finger at him with a grin. "Alright, you have my permission. Take the best men and bring me that Key. I want this amazing Flame Demon on a leash in my courtyard by the end of the week!"

"It shall be done, Lord Atuse," Corvis bowed at the waist again, grinning to himself.

With the Flame Demon under their control, there would be nothing that this kingdom could not do. No threat it could not conquer. They would control the world.

King Atuse, thick brown beard twitching as he grinned and overly muscled arms twitching, was fixing his map again as the much thinner Corvis stepped from his office. Corvis's thigh length blond hair was resting against his shoulder, trailing behind him slightly as he walked.