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As the two knights sparred, they bantered freely. He was never out of line, but Lloyd did not carry his commander in the same reverence that their companions sometimes did. His parries challenged her, and the exuberance in her offensive doubled. Broad grins stretched across their faces as their brows furrowed in concentration.
Finally Remia cracked his defense, dropping her shoulder and spinning out of the way as he made to challenge her stance. As he stumbled past her, she took the opportunity to land the long staff end of her glaive over his back, nearly knocking him to the ground.
"Commander, how am I supposed to impress some pretty young thing here, and take her home with me when you're showing me up like that?" he laughed, catching his footing and wiping the sweat from his brow.
Confused, the lady knight straightened herself out of her stance and tilted her head. "Take someone home?" she questioned. "What do you mean?"
Scoffing, Lloyd tossed a few stray silver strands out of his eyes, crossing his arms. "Surely you've thought of finding someone to come home to after your travels?" He stretched as he spoke, pulling his right arm across his chest, his voice gaining a kind of wistful softness. "Someone who can stand with you through life, lift your spirits and all that. A person you could have a real connection to."
"That's absurd." His reverie was broken by Remia's icy response. "I have been blessed with my connection to Bolide, as we all have when we took our oaths to our partners." More than any blows they exchanged while sparring, her words struck like daggers, full of accusation and warning.
Taken aback, he tried to explain. "Well of course, but there's more to life than just-"
Her eyes wide, she stepped closer to him, cutting him off. "More to life than the ones we vowed to put above our own? More to life than our companions who live and fight by our side? The people who depend on us and who we depend on?" She snarled at him, her words coming in a controlled rush.
Stepping away, a dark expression overtook her face. "We're done here. I'll leave you to your free time."
As he watched her storm away from him, he clenched his hand around his glaive, his shoulders rigid.
When the Demon Star rises, the world will tremble.
Above the kingdoms that lie on the shores of the sea of Vilmara, a new star has risen into the night. A red star portending evil and death, an omen star. After a long sojourn in the East, the sorcerer Israfel Al-Malik returns home and finds the lands in turmoil. His old ally, the King of Hesperia, is dead under mysterious circumstances, and he seeks the truth. Everywhere there are signs of plots and counterplots, signs of darkness working beneath the surface.
The king’s granddaughter, Amarantha, is caught in a web of intrigue, hemmed in my power-hungry wizards who seek to use her to control the realm, and when she and Israfel join forces, they learn there is much more than that at stake. An ancient evil - older than their civilization - is awake again. From out of the dark past comes a nameless power. One who has devoured entire empires to feed his hunger, and who will do so again unless he is stopped.
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p5. Library of Secrets
Cyrus took a minute to watch the Pegasus as they flew away admiring their grace for being such large animals. Turning towards Remia he says, “Seems we have some work to do now. Gather your people up and meet me in the library on the third floor, if you follow the staircase off of the west side of the entryway the library is at the end of the hall.”
Before Remia had a chance to respond he was already walking off towards the library. As he was walking Cyrus sent a mental message to Karliah telling her where to meet him and to bring the lead expert on illusion magic, Giles, with her. Upon arriving in the small room filled to the brim with old dusty bookshelves and worn tables for writing notes, Cyrus began tearing through the shelves looking for any and everything on the city of Aren. If Sari wanted something written by the Arenians he wanted to know any and everything possible.
By the time Karliah, Giles, Remia, and the rest of the Royal flight battalion arrived, Cyrus had already pulled about thirty books off of the shelves in the library and set them out on the research tables near the entrance to the room. After the last person entered the room Cyrus closed the door behind them quickly then began to speak as fast as his lips could move, “Good everyone is finally here, so let’s get started then. As you all know we’ve had a small incident-“
“I do not know what you’re talking about Cyrus,” the tall man with bright red hair interrupted, “Or even why you’ve had me brought here.”
Cyrus stared at him, remembering Giles had not been there for any of the previous events, “Ah right I am sorry Giles I should have had Karliah explain the situation to you.” He addressed Giles directly, “Sari has come back and she is looking for something that I may or may not have. Which it is I’m not sure yet.”
As Cyrus spoke Giles sighed softly and rubbed the nape of his neck while his hair shifted from bright red to a dulled blonde color. Adelina saw this and her jaw dropped as she gasped in amazement covering her mouth quickly so as not to draw attention to herself. Then turning her attention back to Cyrus she kept throwing glances towards Giles in an attempt to catch his hair changing colors again. Cyrus finished explaining the whole situation to everyone in the room. As he finished he turned towards Remia and asked, “Is there anyone that you would be willing to leave here with Karliah while she goes through these books? She is a fast reader but two heads are better than one as they say.”
Remia pondered the question for a moment then called Rhys up next to her. “Rhys would you mind staying here and helping her? It’ll give you a chance to look through some of their books and who knows what interesting information you could find in there.”
Rhys nods his head, “I’ll help out as long as there aren’t going to be any kind of magical shenanigans. The commander may trust you with your spells but I am not one to be so easily swayed.”
“Most other mages here may use magic when reading and other such things, but I prefer the use of my faculties when I am reading so you will have no issue from me.” Karliah confessed as she walked over to the table with the books and took a seat, grabbing the book off of the top of the pile closest to her she began reading. Rhys followed suit and sat down next to her, taking a book off of the stack of books closest to him and he began reading.
Giles stopped in the doorway for a moment, “You’re researching the city of Aren right? Well I assume then you’d want to research the fall of the city as well as the day to day lifestyle of Aren. I know you keep duplicates of all research journals entered into the libraries here in the keep. I recommend trying Servius Culiania’s research journals from his last trip to Aren. He went a bit mad near the end but his research was always sound.”
A wide grin spread across Cyrus’ face as he rubbed his hands together in anticipation, “That’s a fantastic point! I almost forgot about his research into the city. I’ll have to go search the other libraries for it so we can comb through it. In the meantime though Remia, you and your people may do as you wish. If a few more of your people wish to help with the research they may, otherwise they are free to roam around and explore the keep and the surrounding city if they wish just be back in the keep before the sun sets. Else the gate will lock for the night and you'll not be able to get back in. As for me I’m off to go find the journals.”
Cyrus set out with a quick stride attempting to cover as much ground as possible in the short amount of time they had left. Giles left soon after Cyrus under the guise of having more work to do, not wanting to admit he found the present company unsettling. Adelina fixed her gaze on him as he walked away hoping to catch his hair changing color again.
“Did you see that while we were talking Remia? That man’s hair changes color, I’m sure it wasn’t just a trick of the light. I wish I could get my hair to do that, then I could have my hair be all sorts of colors! I could have red hair, brown hair, black hair…OH! I could even have green hair if I wanted to. That would be really neat!” Exclaimed Adelina as she tugged at her braided white-blonde hair.
Remia stared at her and sighed, “Well the other colors sound alright but I don’t know about green hair. That might be a bit to outlandish.”
By then the rest of the Royal Winged Battalion, had dispersed and went about exploring the keep they were now staying in. Cyrus came barreling down the hallway with an armful of old leather bound journals. Remia stepped aside and opened the door for Cyrus as fast as she could so he wouldn’t plow right into her and Adelina. They followed Cyrus inside and he dumped all the research journals onto an empty table off in the corner away from Rhys and Karliah. Remia approached Rhys and asked him about his progress, but was only met with a grunt of a response and him pointing at a page of notes that he had taken so far. Karliah looked as if she had been making similar progress and a smirk crossed Remia’s lips. One of her riders was keeping up with someone who spends their life pouring over books. She was impressed by his speed and progress.
Cyrus called from the corner as he was taking notes with one hand and scanning the book he was reading with the other, “Are you two going to just stand there or are you going to make yourselves useful?”
Remia sighed, “I am not one for reading tomes into the nights so I apologize, I shall leave you three to your work. I think I shall go find a place to practice with my glaive, Adelina care to spar with me?”
Adelina shook her head, “I’d rather not if you don’t mind. This place is fascinating and I’d love to explore around here for a while.”
Remia nodded then walked out the door towards the courtyard where their steeds took off from in search of their meal. The courtyard was relatively empty, the only other inhabitants were a few mages wandering through the flowers. Remia went over to where her things were next to Bolide’s face mask and retrieved her weapon and strode to one of the open areas throughout the courtyardand began working her way through the stances she’d been fighting with all her life. Using the time to not really focus on what she was doing but to clear her mind and relax and to process all the information that had been presented in the last day and a half.
Clapping nearby snaps Remia out of her thoughts and she looks around to find a tall thin man with silver hair clapping. “Ah, Lloyd I’m sorry I didn’t see you there. I was a bit lost in thought…” Explained Remia.
“So I noticed, but I figure fighting the air gets you nowhere. So I would like to offer my assistance if you would like to spar.” Suggested Lloyd
“Well it has been a few days since I’ve actually sparred with someone. Alright, sure we can spar for a bit. Don’t be too upset if I beat you though. I know men hate losing to women.” She took a deep breath and readied herself.
Lloyd smirked and retrieved his weapon, and set up in a wide stance knees bent just enough to move around without being stuck in one place. Lloyd and Remia began circling each other waiting for the other one to make the first move.
p5. Plans
Leaning in the doorway, a woman with deep chestnut curls cascading down her back watched the spritely girl retreat down the corridor, her tanned arms crossed over her chest.
Cyrus noticed her as he scowled at the fork he flung in his frustration.
“And what can I do for you, miss?" He growled at the next potential problem in his day.
Newly familiar steely eyes turned to him, Remia's brow arched as her face remained cool and neutral, if a bit amused.
"Oh no, my issue was taken care of, you are the one who seems to be struggling now," the lady knight observed matter of factly.
"Karliah mentioned you were staying," Cyrus mumbled, rubbing his face between his hands and letting out a long breath.
"Well, the intent is to assist you, but first I must request some information," she explained.
He looked up at her, hands still on his cheeks, pulling down the corners of his eyes a bit.
"Oh don't look at me like that," she laughed. "I just need to know where the pegasus can go to graze. They're all getting pretty agitated that we haven't set out yet."
Cyrus dropped his hands to his desk, the realization that these large winged animals would take a considerable amount of feed dawning on him.
"Ahh. Hmm. Yes, I can see how that would be a good thing to figure out," he agreed, shuffling through some papers on his desk, then moving to open a drawer and digging around in it. "I have-" More digging. "A map-" A few scrolls scatter across the ground. "Of the surrounding farmland."
"It might be better for them to go to a forest meadow rather than a place with people. They may look well behaved with us, but they are not overly friendly with outsiders," she noted, her eyes drifting the direction the herd was in.
"Errr, right, well," Cyrus pondered, sitting up from his venture into the drawer that seemed to be bottomless, "the nearest forest is about a thirty minute walk to the west. Few people travel there, mostly because it's just easier to go around it or follow the river on the other side."
"That would work well, I think," she nodded. "Could you explain how to get there to a couple of our outriders? Our main group will stay here, but two of our support riders will fly with the herd to oversee them."
He downed the mug of weak cider the chef had given him to wash down his breakfast and stood up.
"Let's get going then."
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The herd was milling about, somehow managing to look just as dangerous without the metal spires protruding from their foreheads. Most of them were dancing around each other in the small space, squealing and squabbling, pushing each other and knocking into their riders as they stood with them. A large red mare pawed the ground, pinning her ears and biting at the skittering pegasus who were getting out of hand.
A dark skinned man stood silently next to her, running his hand down her neck to keep her from going after them altogether. A tiny girl, her tight black curls pulled up into a ponytail, stood next to him, chatting away as a rose grey pegasus lipped at her hands, searching for treats.
Bolide stood just at the entry to the keep, ears swiveling, his wings half raised in excitement. He whinnied in Cyrus' face as he and Remia walked out the door, sidling in front of them as he shoved his nose into her chest.
Remia shushed him, rubbing her hands along either side of Bolide's face as Cyrus paled and put a hand over his mouth. She gently pushed them both toward the agitated red pegasus.
The smaller rose grey moved off a few steps as they approached, but the mare tossed her nose into the air, her eyes rolling back in her head. Bolide stood quietly, his head over Remia's left shoulder as her hand rested over the bridge of his nose.
"Rhys, Ella," she greeted them, "Seems like Volleys is about ready to jump out of her skin to get going."
Rhys just about glared at her, but Ella gave her a small smile.
"It's her job to keep them happy after all, and they're about as spooky as they get right now," Ella murmured, her voice smooth and calming, as she offered her hand to the mare.
Volleys craned her neck forward and licked her hand, her ears pricked forward.
"Cyrus if you would please? Ella here will be guiding them on Volleys and I'm afraid they might start throwing a tantrum soon if they don't get some grass in them," Remia said, grinning at the minor flash of panic crossing the poor man's face before he launched into a brief explanation on how to reach the forest.
Wasting no time, Ella launched herself up onto the big mare who started nodding her head up and down in excitement. The other pegasus settled a bit, a few of them watching her now, waiting.
"I'll bring them in around sunset, Commander, that should give them plenty of time," she said, looking back and catching eyes with a rider on a compact black pegasus.
"That will do just fine, Cadet," Remia replied, putting her hand on Cyrus' shoulder and backing away, still keeping a hold of Bolide.
Glancing around, Cyrus noticed that, aside from the two mounted knights, everyone had pressed themselves against the walls of the keep. As soon as their backs hit the wall, Remia released the stallion and he snaked his head toward the herd, ears flat as he rounded the group.
Volleys extended her wings, sitting back on her hind end and thrusting her forelegs into the air. Just as she let out a whistling cry, Cyrus managed to cover his ears, enthralled by the strange performance.
As her forelegs touched the ground, the mare leapt into a gallop, bucking once before taking off into the sky and circling as the others followed suit. The pounding of hooves and the sound of their enormous wings beating the air left a cacophony over the incredible sight of beasts much too large to fly taking wing.
Bolide was the last to leave the ground, springing deftly into the air and whinnying to Volleys. At the height of the circle, the leader of the overgrown multicolored buzzards turned west, and the group followed, leaving only a few feathers floating back to the ground.
p4. Rough Night, Loud Morning
Karliah set off at a steady pace towards the throne room. Eager to talk to Cyrus and tell him of their new guests. He probably won’t be too happy about it, she thought, but when dealing with that wretch you can’t be too careful. As she rounded the corner into the throne room she noticed that the door to Cyrus’ chambers was ajar. Approaching cautiously she knocked on the door then entered the room.
Upon entering she was met with the scent of honey and the spicy smell of cinnamon. She sighed, Sari bothered him enough that he drank, glancing at the bottle on the table, and quite a lot very quickly from the looks of it. Shifting her gaze to the lump of cloth on the floor she walks over and sits down next to him pulling the cover off of him. He lay there snapping his fingers repetitively.
“You know that won’t work in here your own magic prevents that from happening. Please stop trying to set things on fire it’s very unbecoming.”
“Oh Karliah! It’sssss you!” he mumbled in a slurred voice, the smell of mead heavy on his breath, “I thought you were Sssssari coming to pessssterr me more.”
She shook her head disapprovingly and stood grabbing the bottle of mead from the table and returning it to the shelf from which it was removed. “You’ve had enough of that for today, for the rest of the week really.”
Returning to the Archmage she grabbed ahold of his shoulder and one of his hands and helped him to his feet, then walked him to his bed. He pitched forward falling on top of his blankets, with a groan he rolled over looking up towards Karliah with a wide grin, “You’ve got a pretty face.”
For a moment she blushed then began laughing steadily growing louder until her sides pained her and her throat was sore. Then she said with a smirk, “One day you’ll tell me that when you have control of your senses and I may believe you.”
“But you are!” He reaching for her hand and missing by a hairs breadth. Putting too much weight into his movement he began to tumble out of his bed. Karliah attempted to catch him but his weight was too much for her to bear and she collapsed on top of him. Gasping from her sudden fall she sat up quickly, frustrated with the archmage.
“You can lay there on the cold ground, I’ve tried helping you!” Then she stood and stormed out of the room slamming the door behind her.
I need a hot bath and she sighed then strode off towards her room.
* * *
Sunlight steamed in from the window set into the east wall of his room. Cyrus began to stir annoyed by the light on his face. As he sat up he almost fell back down as a massive throbbing in his head. Cyrus cursed under his breath and clambered to his feet then headed towards his wash basin and splashed cold water into his face.
The water made him feel a bit better although he still felt as if there was a large stone resting upon his head. He trudged out of his room and to his study hoping to get some peace and quiet before his day began. As he entered the study and sat down in his favorite chair to read one of the recent proposals from the council.
He quickly read over the page without actually reading it, only to be interrupted by the door slamming open. “Good morning!” Karliah chimed with a smug expression on her face, “How did you sleep last night?”
He grunted, “You know exactly how I slept last night. Must you be so loud?”
“Since you acted so impulsively last night, yes I do. Oh you might want to know, you have some guests who decided to stay. Remia said something about wanting to help you out, with your Sari issue.”
“Oh did she now? She might be quite useful…” He thought scratching his beard then stopped quickly as the sound made his head hurt even more, “Two hundred and fifty years….and not one person here has figured out some magical cure to the day after a heavy night of drinking. We should really get someone on that…”
“Now why would you do that? Then my day after your heavy drinking wouldn’t be as satisfying?” Karliah said with a wink as she turned and left the room. On her way out she called back, “Breakfast is ready by the way, it’s waiting for you down in the kitchens.”
Cyrus grunted in response. After a few he finished reading over his page, he got up and set out towards the kitchens attempting to avoid as many people as possible. Upon arriving in the kitchen he spoke with the chef briefly and asked if he had anything that could help with his head, unfortunately the chef did not so Cyrus returned to his study with his food.
Sitting in his study in the chair next to the one he had been sitting in earlier was Sari. With a sigh he sat down in a different chair and began eating and asked between bites, “To what do I owe this…pleasure? Did you not get your fill of frustrating me yesterday?”
A joyful smile danced across her lips, “Cyrus dear, I’ll never have my fill of frustrating you. I’m here for another reason to tell you what I wanted exactly. I had to leave yesterday before I could tell you.”
“What’s the point in telling me? Do you think by telling me the name or what it is or does that I will be more inclined to allow you retrieve it?”
A glint appeared in her eyes for a second and her smile grew wider, “It might. What I need from the Apocrypha, among the bookshelves located within there is a book-“
“A book! Do you know what the Apocrypha is? It is a store of hidden knowledge, there are literally thousands upon thousands of books in there! I don’t even have a full list of what is contained within yet!”
She flashed a look of annoyance at him, “As I was saying, there is a book within that rests upon a pedestal. The book is bound in black leather with very thin gold lettering on it. What the title of it says exactly I’m not sure as it is written in a script that the people of Aren used a few centuries ago.”
Cyrus began to recall though his memories of the Apocrypha, “I’ve never seen such a book within the Apocrypha, so even if I wanted to help you I couldn’t.”
Rising from her chair she walked over to him and bent over in front of him to look into his eyes, “Then I guess you better get looking otherwise you’ll have more than just me to deal with.” Then with a wink she righted herself and strode out of the room before he could say anything. A few moments after she left Cyrus let out a groan of frustration and threw the fork he was using for his meal at a bookshelf where it lodged itself in the wood with a solid thunk.
p4. Snap Decisions
Karliah motioned for a man to come over, “Show these fine people where they may rest for the night, somewhere near their animals. Tell whoever asks that they are here on the Archmages business and answer no further questions.” The man nodded and led them out of the grand hall. --- Catching Karliah's arm before she could walk off, Remia stopped her. Losing patience in a desire to talk to Cyrus, Karliah yanked her arm free before crossing them over her chest. "What! I'm not a mind reader," she barked at the knight who was looking at her with a concentrated look. "Sorry," Remia sighed. "I've noticed you're able to communicate without words, and I have something to ask of you that I'd not like other ears hearing." Karliah scowled and made to protest but Remia did not allow it. "I don't know exactly what is going on, but if this woman troubles you all as much as it seems she does, I'd like to stay and help, else I'd have taken my battalion and gone already," she explained, her voice growing hard. "Assist me in this one request and I will also ask no more questions about what happened to myself and Adelina." Karliah studied the other woman a moment, glancing toward the Archmage's chamber as she dropped her arms and gestured the direction the rest of the knights had gone, save Remia's mount who fell in step behind them. * * * Outside it had grown dark, and most of the signs of battle had been cleared away. One corner of the courtyard had been cleared for the Corisians. A few of the pegasus had laid down already, their partners tucked into their wings and chatting amongst each other. Adelina was in deep conversation with one of the male knights; he was the third member of the original three, Karliah noted. Remia beckoned to them and they made their way toward her, the Heart still wrapped in Adelina's arms. Remia took the bag and asked her to summon Tidus and his partner, and to make sure he emptied his supplies. She looked curious at her commander's request, but simply bowed and walked off. The male knight remained with them, looking down at Karliah with mild suspicion. "Rhys, this is the Archmage's...second in command?" Remia questioned, suddenly aware that she didn't even know her name. "Close enough," Karliah said, extending her hand to Rhys. "Karliah." "Rhys Kagenhall, flight lieutenant," he clipped, giving her hand one short shake. Ignoring his clear discomfort with her, Karliah turned to Remia impatiently. "This is all well and good, but what am I here for exactly? I have other things to do," she said pointedly. Remia nodded, turning to her right and let out a long whistle. Glancing at Rhys, Karliah was surprised to find him just as confused as herself. They were not left long in suspense as a small figure shrouded in a black riding cloak walked over to them, a tall nondescript bay horse in tow. Remia smiled as she greeted the mysterious person. "Thank you Mina, I know you've enjoyed being here, but this is urgent." Remia's voice was apologetic. The person removed their hood, revealing a lovely girl with shoulder length hair the color of spun gold. Her amber colored eyes sparkled even in the dim lighting, a broad smile stretched across her face. "My Grace," Mina curtsied, "it is always an honor to be called upon by you." Remia's eyes darted to the side, clearly embarrassed, but the dark grey stallion behind her pushed her shoulder gently with his muzzle, his ears forward. "Oh Bolide, you're such a hog," Remia scowled at him, pushing him away from herself. "Go ahead." He danced around the side of his rider and snuffled his nose into Mina's blonde hair, dwarfing her in size. She laughed, placing her tiny hands on either side of his face and scratching for a moment before searching the inside of her cloak. After a brief search she held out two white disks the size of her palms, one in each hand, and offered them to both Bolide and the bay. They immediately snapped them up, crunching away. "It is good to see you doing so well with Drix, I'm sure you have served each other well," Remia complimented, looking at the bay who was now also harrying her for more treats. "We'll be needing your speed tonight. I'll have Tidus flying with Blitz." Mina nodded, patting the two equines as she listened intently, her face serious. Adelina returned as Remia was speaking, a slight young man with a small, bright white pegasus accompanying her. "Good, we're all here," Remia continued, speaking in a quiet voice. "Mina, I'll need you to ride out first. I'm so sorry for putting you in such a position, but the Heart cannot be intercepted at any cost. I had hoped we would not need to send you." "It is our job, my lady," Mina replied gravely, resting her hand on her mount's neck. "Do not forget what I am trained to do." Remia nodded, "Tidus, your bag is empty, yes?" The dusty blonde man gave her a toothy grin. "Yes ma'am, it's right here," he said, holding up a small leather pouch. Glancing at Karliah, Remia instructed Tidus to open it. As he did, she slipped the Heart, bag and all, into it, the shape of the pouch remaining unchanged. The mage's eyebrow tweaked, but she was not entirely surprised to find that even Coris used some magical items. "Please, remember what you carry. You must stop for nothing to get that bag to Queen Lilliana, and no one else." She looked him directly in the eye, adopting her square posturing again. Bolide turned from Mina and moved to her side, his head held high above her. "Yes Commander." The smile was gone from Tidus' face, replaced with a quiet determination. They clasped their right hands, locking around their thumbs. "Fly true," she imparted. "Fly free," he replied before turning to spring up onto his mount. Remia turned to Mina and nodded at her. She quickly swung up into her saddle and her horse shifted excitedly beneath her, his long legs dancing against the cobble. "Sure footing," Remia offered, earning a dazzling smile from the girl before she raised her hood again. "Fly free, my Grace," she said, pulling a bag from her cloak, similar in size the one that had held the Heart, startling Karliah and the other knights as she attached it to her saddle. She lifted her hand in final farewell as they launched into a gallop, tearing out of the courtyard. Finally, Remia turned to the mage. "I need you to make them invisible," she stated, sweeping her hand toward Tidus and the tiny pegasus. "Them?" Karliah gaped. "Both of them?" Remia looked at her expectantly. "Blitz is our fastest flyer, and they can probably make it back to Coris in two days," she explained. "I don't imagine you can cloak them for that long, but even a few hours of safety would make me feel better about sending them alone." Karliah covered her eyes with one of her hands, muttering to herself about people with no magical experience. "I.....will do what I can. I can give them at least a two hour coverage on just my own power, but this is not really an easy request," she hissed, dropping her hand and glaring at Remia who simply smiled back at her. She eyed the white mare who was bobbing her head impatiently, the short curved blade on her face mask flashing in the the weak light. Waving the others away from her target area, an alarmed look passed over Tidus' face and he looked to his commander. Remia steadied him with her calm, standing like a monument with her partner. Karliah could see why the woman was their commander. Her strength was their strength, and her resolve was what kept them together through things like the mass silence in their attack today. "As soon as the spell is complete, Tidus, you need to fly like your partner's namesake," Remia ordered, her gaze level and direct. "The wall where we came in today is clear and you should be able to use that for an easier takeoff. Waste no time in starting out, the further you can get while unseen the safer we will all be. Do not make Mina ride in vain, and take her for a drink at the Honeycomb when you're both safely home, put it on my account." His wide grin had returned by the end of her speech, and he shook his head as he wound his left hand into Blitz's mane. He had secured the leather pouch back to its place on his belt and his right hand rested over it. He gave a single nod to Karliah and braced himself as though he was going to be hit with something. "Relax, you won't feel anything, except maybe some cold pressure," Karliah explained. "Now let me concentrate." Adelina and Rhys moved to stand with their commander; Adelina's eyes were alight with curiosity, while Rhys maintained his skepticism. Remia stood stalwart, evaluating her flightmate. A few moments later, the pair shimmered out of view, pulling gasps from the two flight lieutenants as Remia immediately faced Karliah. "You have my thanks," Remia said, bowing to the mage, who sighed, glancing at the knight only briefly before walking away. "And you have your request. Now sleep, we shall speak again in the morning," she managed, waving her right hand as she made her way back into the keep. | blackbirdswords |
p3. Annoyances
Her tall, black, many buckled boots sprawled over one side of the chair, and her silvery hair, tied into a long braid, draped over the other. Her outfit looked more like a uniform, black clothes with silver accents, her pants tucked into the tall boots and a silver belt tied around her waist. She was propped up on her elbow, her cheek resting on her fist. Her slanted green eyes held a bored expression, and when she spoke her voice was like tiny ringing bells.
“Cyrus, I am disappointed. I expected finding the Apocrypha to be so much more exciting.”
Cyrus frowned deeply and his brow furrowed once more, “Well for those of us that stuck around it was exciting. Nothing like ripping a hole in the fabric of reality to get the blood flowing. Where were you at when we were attempting that? Surely not where you were supposed to be.” Taking a few steps towards his throne he snapped his fingers and the woman went up in a blinding blaze screaming at the top of her lungs as the flames engulfed her.
The Pegasus in the hall tossed their heads in protest to the large fire that flared up before them, almost tossing some of their riders from their saddles. After a few moments of cooing over them and reassurances the steeds finally calmed down again. Then Cyrus ended his blaze and stood in front of his throne, too hot for him to sit down in it now, and he cast his gaze over towards a pillar in the room.
“Come now, must we deal with all your theatrics? I do tire of your endless charades speak to me as you not your silly puppets of shadow.”
Stepping out from the shadows behind the pillar Cyrus had been staring at, the woman sighed and walked up towards his throne, “You never were one to play games, always such a spoil sport.”
Cyrus stood looking her over for a short while and noticing her clothing inquired, “So by the looks of you, you’ve joined the Shadowbrand? That seems even a bit much for you.”
“Oh my uniform?” She giggled, “I’m so happy you noticed it, I wore it just for you.”
Caught off-guard Cyrus attempted to formulate a sentence then cast his gaze off towards Remia who was looking rather surprised by how he was acting.
“Ah right! Remia! This wonderful person in front of me is Sari, used to be a student here she was quite brilliant until she decided to up and disappear," Cyrus said with blatant sarcasam. "Sari this is Remia Xephyn, Commander of the Second Royal Winged Battalion of Coris."
“Aww how kind of you!” Sari giggled again turning towards Remia and jokingly saluted her. “How nice to meet you, Sir!”
Taking offense to being mocked Remia took a step forward and readied her glaive only to be stopped by Karliah’s arm across her chest. Karliah wore an annoyed expression across her face. For a small woman she had a decent amount of strength behind her.
“Trust me, nothing good comes from trying to kill that pest. I’ve tried on many occasions for various reasons… Order your warriors to not attack her for any reason as it would be more hassle than it is worth to kill her.”
With a huff Remia stopped and relayed the message to her warriors, but kept her weapon ready just in case Sari gave her a reason to attack her. As Remia stared at the woman she realized that something was not right about her, yet she couldn’t quite place what it was exactly.
“So what are you here for anyway, Sari? I heard you speak of the Apocrypha but what do you want with it? It’s not like you could even enter if you tried.” Cyrus inquired as he tapped his throne to check if it was cool enough to sit yet. Determining it was, he sat down and took a breath to compose himself.
Turning back towards Cyrus with a smirk across her face she replied, “Well since you asked, I came here to see if you succeeded in finding it and if you did then to get you to let me in so I could take what I wish from it.”
Raising an eyebrow Cyrus asked, “And what makes you think I would just let you walk inside? Or that I would let you take anything from a place like that?”
“Because I asked nicely,” she said with a grin then climbed the few steps between her and Cyrus and moved to where her back was to Karliah and Remia and whispered in his ear, “Or the fact that I could tell all of these lovely people in here what exactly lies within the Apocrypha. I’m sure that would be lovely information for the queen of Coris to know you are keeping from her.”
Cyrus’ expression hardened in a hushed tone said, “You cannot! On my life I will not allow anyone else to know what lies within! I cannot let anyone inside who might leave with something that could endanger anyone.”
“Oh no no, that just won’t do. You see I need to take something out of there, I’ll give you a little bit of time to decide if you will allow it. I know you’ll want to talk it over with the council,” and she turned towards Karliah and winked at her then traced Cyrus’ jawline with a finger, “You have 2 days before I come back and take what I want. Either with or without your permission.”
Cyrus stiffened in his throne as she touched him then growled, “Take your hand off of me you wench.” And he tried to grab her hand but she disappeared as if she had never been there. Cyrus stood and turned towards Karliah with a frustrated look then headed for his chambers.
Karliah turned to Remia, “If you and your battalion wish to stay here for the night I shall have room and board for both you and your steeds-“
A loud groan of frustration emanated from the next room and a look of worry passed over Karliah’s face. Then resumed speaking, “I don’t think Archmage Cyrus will leave his chambers for the rest of the night. Dealing with Sari always leaves him…well confused.”
Remia nodded and responded, “If you would have us we would stay the night. Our steeds could use the rest and I’m sure I speak for the rest of us when I say we could too.”
Karliah motioned for a man to come over, “Show these fine people where they may rest for the night, somewhere near their animals. Tell whoever asks that they are here on the Archmage’s business and answer no further questions.” The man nodded and led them out of the grand hall.
p3. Secrets
A stillness settled over Remia as she collected her thoughts.
It had been said that she coiled herself like a snake as it prepared to strike, a defensive position with offensive potential. Perfectly relaxed, yet completely taut, a bow string pulled back and ready to fire.
She tilted her head thoughtfully.
“If you know for certain that I shall remember nothing, then be completely and entirely honest with me; Is this truly the Heart I came for, not a replica and untampered with?”
Cyrus squared off with her, intrigued by this particular reaction to what he had said.
“Yes, I am sincere in what I told you. Nothing has been done to this item outside of determining if it held any potential danger to the world.”
Karliah disliked the posture the lady knight had taken with the Archmage. They were at the advantage, but this woman was still armed and dangerous, and an important political figure in Coris.
She had announced herself upon barging into the hall and demanding their artifact from Cyrus, but they knew who she was the moment they’d seen her. The enormous archive in Nyamene held, among other powerful tomes and scrolls, a detailed collection of information on important figures all over the continent, from leaders to criminals to biographies of the mages themselves.
The information she had given about her mount was about the summation of the knowledge they had in the archive about the closely guarded breeding methods and bloodlines of Coris.
But the profile of Remia Xephyn held her entire history. She was the younger sister of the Commander of the First Royal Winged Battalion, and one of the personal favorites of Queen Lilliana, ruler of Coris. Her death or disappearance would likely cause the mages a great deal of trouble, as the single winged battalion that had arrived today was only one of many.
If she attacked them, Karliah had no doubt that Cyrus alone could handle her, but they could not shoot to kill, and she had no interest in seeing him wounded unnecessarily. She broke the silence as she huffed, meeting Remia’s gaze with her own haughty stare as their eyes met.
“Fine, yes, I believe what you say,” Remia relented, turning back to the Archmage, “But before we go, seeing as I won’t remember anyway, I have some questions.”
* * *
The knights blinked several times as Cyrus handed Remia a cloth sack outside a large oak door with iron braces in it. Examining the orb within the bag, an overwhelming sense of déjà vu swept over her.
“Are you alright Commander?” Cyrus implored her.
Confused and disoriented she looked up at him before glancing at Adelina as she brought her hand to her forehead.
“Now that you have what you came for, let’s have a drink before you return to Coris! You have been traveling for quite some time after all,” Cyrus mused. Laughter that was not betrayed in his voice was reflected in his eyes.
Before she could reply, the sound of clashing metal echoed from the other room. Cyrus went immediately silent, furrowing his brow as he sought answers from the mages that remained there.
Remia on the other hand spun to face Adelina who seemed to be struggling as she held her head in her hands.
“Adelina? Adelina. Addie! Look at me!” she commanded, placing both hands roughly over her shoulders.
From concern to surprise, the image Cyrus received from one of the men in the other room looked remarkably similar to the one before them. He looked to Karliah, who seemed equally perplexed. The clashing metal had been the chestplates of the dark grey stallion and the tawny brown mount Adelina had been riding. The commander’s steed was holding Adelina’s by pushing into his chest with his own, and grasping his mane at the base of his neck with his teeth. The brown pegasus was shaking his head from side to side, his wings half extended and he had skittered out of formation.
The other riders in the room looked testy, watching the exchange. “What on earth is-” Cyrus began.
“Hush,” Remia snapped sharply. “Addie, are you alright?”
“Y-yes,” Adelina replied, letting out a shaky breath. “Yes, sorry. I just have a splitting headache, and I’m a bit disoriented.“
Remia released her, straightening herself and turning away. “You have upset Lachesis.” Her voice had resumed its formal coldness, yet while she was addressing Adelina, she was glaring daggers at the Archmage.
He was far too curious about what had just taken place, and he simply gave her a smile and held his hands up in surrender. Adelina on the otherhand, was mortified, grasping for her soldier’s composure, but her deep blush made her embarrassment apparent.
“Well then, we should be going. This needs to be returned immediately,” Remia said crisply, looking at Adelina out of the corner of her eye. “Are you fit to fly?”
Immediately Adelina collected herself.
“Yes, Commander. There should be no delay.”
Remia nodded, solemnly turning to her and handing her the bag containing the Heart.
“Rejoin the others and prepare them for flight. Remind Lloyd that he will need to make a formal report on Lavitz’s injury, and to have Tamera sign off on it.“
Taking the Heart into her arms, Adelina bowed and walked swiftly toward the other room.
Signaling Karliah with a nod of his head, the other mage who had stood unobtrusively in the shadows followed silently behind the retreating knight.
As soon as the rounded the corner, Remia whirled to face Cyrus, her eyes full of storms again and her voice low and threatening.
"I don’t know what you did, but so help me I-”
Spinning her, one hand on her glaive and the other clasped over her mouth, he pulled her into himself to speak quickly and quietly in her ear and avoid any physical wrath.
“We really need to stop interrupting each other, so I do apologize, but there is someone who should not be here that we should attend to.”
Breaking from his grasp and wrenching her glaive free, she pointed it at him as she steadied her breathing.
“Very well. But you will not have hands the next time you lay them on me without my permission.”
Nodding, he then gestured with his head, and began at a quick walk down the hallway. Coming around the bend, both mages and knights alike had their weapons at the ready and aimed at a wisp of a girl who lounged in Cyrus’ throne.
Her tall, black, many buckled boots sprawled over one side of the chair, and her silvery hair, tied into a long braid, draped over the other. Her outfit looked more like a uniform, black clothes with silver accents, her pants tucked into the tall boots and a silver belt tied around her waist. She was propped up on her elbow, her cheek resting on her fist. Her slanted green eyes held a bored expression, and when she spoke her voice was like tiny ringing bells.
“Cyrus, I am disappointed. I expected finding the Apocrypha to be so much more exciting.”
| blackbirdswords |
p2. Apocrypha
Uncovering his ears, he sent a ceasefire message to all his mages with his mind to be relayed to all the warriors as well. Shortly thereafter four more mounted warriors entered the chamber. Returning his stare back to Remia, he listened intently as she spoke so he would not miss out on a single detail.
After she was finished speaking he mulled over her words for a couple moments as an idea formed in his head then responded, “Indeed the “culprit” as you call him did come through here, he brought the Heart of the Dragons straight to me. I have asked your queen on countless occasions to just let me examine it. She always responded with a harsh “No” just in a few more words.” Taking a deep breath he continued, “I had one of my mages go out and retrieve the Heart from Coris, so I could examine it and make sure it posed no threats to the lands in and around it. I completed my examinations of it around dawn this morning, I have found it poses no threats to the people of Coris or anyone else for that matter.”
Dumbfounded Remia stares at Cyrus then responds, “You risked the lives of your men to invade our country, steal one of our most prized possessions, and have it returned to you just so you could make sure it’s not dangerous! That’s…that’s…that’s just ridiculous! How could you possibly think that, that was a good idea?”
With a sigh Cyrus replied, “Are you really that dense? I’m willing to risk my men in such an endeavor because it is for the greater good of our county. I am not the kind of ruler that demands my people do as I say just because I say so. I went around and asked some of our best illusion mages to assist me in this, I had 6 people turn me down saying they were not comfortable with it. Eventually one person decided that they would like to assist me in this as it was in an attempt to keep our country safe. Do you see now that it wasn’t for no reason that I sent my thief into danger for no reason but to protect my country and my people!?”
He takes another deep breath and collects himself, “I apologize for raising my voice it is not the manner in which I like to conduct business. If you want the Heart returned I can do that at once, I just have to go retrieve it.”
“And how do I know that you won’t do some kind of magic as you leave the room? I would like to accompany you to retrieve it. With such an item I wish to make sure it is the real object with my own eyes and hands before you can tamper with it anymore.” Remia stated with a cold indifference.
“Hmm I see your point, in your position I would do the same. Alright I will allow it, but as there will be one of my spellcasters accompanying us you may bring one of your riders with you as well. That way you fear no ill will.”
She nods to him and calls to her “Adelina with me.” The woman to Remia’s right nods and they both climb down off of their steeds and Remia says, “Lead the way then.”
Standing up from his chair Cyrus gestures towards the door to his left and begins walking without another word. The three of them enter a long hallway lined with candles floating just above eye height that sputtered out of existence as they walked past them. At the end of the hallway stood a large oak door with iron braces in it. Next to the door stood Karliah, Cyrus’ second in command, and as they approached she bowed her head and opened the door for them.
Inside the room it was dark, darker than a night without the moon, as the four of them entered the room the door slammed shut behind them.
Remia began to ready her glaive, “What manner of sorcery is –“
“Close your eyes quickly, else you’ll be blinded.” Said Cyrus cutting her off. As they all reopened their eyes the room was lit the light seeming to emanate from every surface. The room was approximately 20 feet in width yet it seemed to go on forever in length. The room seemed to be lined with glass cases of all shapes and sizes, objects of varying sizes and functions filled the room.
Cyrus spoke and his voice seemed to echo off into the distance, “Welcome to the Apocrypha of Atrocities. Here lies anything and everything that has been determined detrimental to humanity.”
“This room, how does it even exist? It’s much bigger on the inside it’s not possible…” Adelina inquired trying to take in the whole room and its existence.
Cyrus laughed long and hard before responding, “I forgot how awestruck this room leaves people the first time they enter it. Essentially all you need to know is that this room is within the keep of Nyamene yet we are no longer in Nyamene. This is a separate plane of existence altogether. Here follow me so we can get your Heart.”
As the four of them walked through the room they passed various cases filled with all sorts of things. Some such items were, a large sword made of what seemed to be ice labeled The Bloodrazer and a pair of bracers on a mannequin labeled Bracers of Bloody Vincent. The last item of note was a large ornate harp that’s label seemed to have been removed. As the four passed it Adelina reached out feeling compelled to pluck one of the strings. The harp released a note so soft and sweet it made her feel like she needed to keep playing it. She closed her eyes and plucked the strings a few more times before she was dragged away from it and the music faded away instantly.
Karliah was the one to drag her away, “Clear your mind now! Keep your thoughts on a single object and make sure to not do anything without thinking it over twice or more.”
Adelina fought back against her, “What? Let me go! I need to keep playing it sounds so beautiful how could you make me stop playing such a beautiful instrument?” Followed by Karliah touching Adelina’s forehead and her falling limp.
Looking alarmed Remia wheeled around towards Karliah and Adelina exclaiming, “What happened?! What have you done to her?”
Karliah stared back at her, “You too, clear you mind as well! We cannot have you two acting upon your impulses especially in here. I have merely put her to sleep for the time being. I apologize wholeheartedly that harp should have been placed back into its glass case so no one else could touch it.”
Skeptical of her Remia did as she was told and took a moment to clear her thoughts, as she was doing so she realized that her mind was thinking quite impulsively. Darting from one want to another as quickly as a bee between flowers. Coming back to her senses she asked, “What…What was that?”
Cyrus was the one to respond, “That is what is known as the Lustful Harp. It’s not the kind of lust you are thinking of, it merely causes people as you noticed to act out their impulses as if they had no judgment. It causes everyone who hears its sound to succumb to its madness and act accordingly.”
“Then why were the two of you unaffected? Seems even powerful magicians such as yourselves would succumb to such a tool.”
“That would be true for most people, for people who advance to a certain rank within The Eldritch Shield though, I make them all endure days of listening to this instrument. After so long you actually stop being influence by the magic that weaves through its notes.”
Cyrus walks to a glass case to his left side and opens it. He removes an orb with a deep scarlet color to it about the size of his head from the case and holds it in front of him. “I do believe this is what you are searching for?” Then he places it inside of a cloth sack located inside the case and holds it out for Remia, you will find that I did nothing to alter it and that all of it is still there.
Taking the cloth sack and staring into it she examines the orb, “Indeed this is it. What is the catch though? You wouldn’t show us all of this and give us back our treasure like this for no reason. What do you get out of this?”
Cyrus laughs, “I’ll get what I’m after as soon as you walk out of that door. You’ll go back and tell your queen I returned the Heart to you and that I did nothing to it. It is all in one piece and that everything went according to plan.”
“And how will you make me say all those things? It’s not as if you can force me to do so.”
“Ah but that is where you are wrong. I can and there is no way you can avoid it. The moment you walk out the door a spell will activate wiping your memory of this place and everything that happened within it and all objects located within it. You’ll report to your queen with only the knowledge that you had before you entered and what you see with your eyes as you walk away from the door.” Cyrus chuckled as a smile danced across his lips.
p2. Thunder
“Your reputation proceeds you, in most circumstances I tend to keep out of the military matters of the various kingdoms but your victories have reached my ears and I respect your prowess in battle.” Cyrus stated with an almost kingly indifference, “Yet what I wish to know is why the lapdog of the queen of Coris is charging into my keep in an attempt to recover something that I only have a small chance of having. Tell your people to stand down and I shall call off the people of Nyamene. It is a fair compromise is it not?”
—
Remia scoffed at the leader of the mages.
“We may not possess the abilities the mages of this hall are known for, but the nation of Coris is not one of fools.” A look of disapproval cast over her features. “Nevertheless I shall summon the rest of my companions.” For just a moment her eyes sparkled with amusement, and she chuckled, “I do recommend you cover your ears though.”
Giving those around her a moment to heed her warning, she shifted her weight on the great beast beneath her. Stretching his obsidian wings to their full twenty foot wingspan, he lifted his dark forelegs into the air and trumpeted. The sound ripped through the room, echoing off the walls of the chamber and reverberating in the enclosed space.
The other two pegasus in the room responded together, rising up and striking their front legs back into the ground as they replied to the stallion’s call.
The grey’s dark ears swiveled and he turned his head toward the corridor they’d entered through. Four more calls from outside followed by six high pitched whistling cries satisfied him, and he tossed his head. His rider gave the region’s Archmage, Cyrus, a meaningful look.
“It is done, they will be with us shortly."
Without much delay, the other four war mounts rounded the corner. Remia frowned as she noticed the last was favoring a hind leg and was being tailed by one of the support class, tending to the injury as they walked. She knew the rest of the support team would stay outside, and likely remain airborne.
As the newcomers fell into position, she returned her now icy gaze to Cyrus.
"Now then, as for why we were sent here, while we may not know for certain that the Heart is here, we cannot simply allow it to remain outside our borders. My Queen sent me because she knows I will not be trifled with.” She dropped one hand to rest on the shoulder of the pegasus beneath her.
“My partner is one of the sons of Nfrix, daughter of the Black Demon himself. If our presence alone does not alert you to how serious my Lady is, perhaps it is now time to consider as much.”
Her voice remained cool and unemotional, but a storm of fury flashed in her eyes. The thief had been all but caught every step of the way. Yet, at every turn, had remained just out of reach. Their best and most cunning scouts had been immediately deployed to pursue the Heart, only just managing to keep the trail.
All signs of the fugitive had been lost about fifty miles out from Nyamene, the only meaningful settlement for more than a day’s flight.
Gritting her teeth, she cursed inwardly. She could not outright accuse him of hiding what they sought, but she was convinced he had a hand in the thief’s disappearance. There was no earthly way the Heart could have vanished during their pursuit without magical interference.
“We have tracked the culprit to your domain,” she sighed as she closed her eyes a moment. When they reopened, her grey-blue eyes had cleared. “Surely you will have no trouble in rooting out this troublesome thorn, and we shall be on our way back to Coris.”
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syndelius | terramorechronicles
Stillness.
Complete silence enveloped the keep, an attempt by the magicians scattered around the courtyard and wallsof the keep to keep their foes from communicating with one another. While the silence was a double edged sword, the magicians have used this tactic with great success previously...
p1. Duty
Stillness.
Every sound frozen in magic, casting an unnatural silence over the entire stronghold.
Mages were concentrated all along the bordering walls to keep the spell active over such a large area in an effort to prevent the incoming attackers from coordinating.
Vast black shadows glided across the scene, spurring a flurry of arrows and spells. Even without audible communication, the winged battalion flew in three tight units, weaving together to avoid the onslaught. Two units consisted of three members a piece, their mounts small and swift to reflect magical spells as they flanked the larger seven man squad.
The main battalion turned suddenly upward into the glaring sun, the knight flying point hovering her mount in the air as her great steel grey warmount thrust his head up in a scream that would normally have bellowed deafeningly. His enormous black feathered wings spread wide, throwing him into silhouette before the entire seven man group tucked their wings and dove for the archers as the support teams continued to redirect spells from their diving frontline. Thick metal chestplates protected them from the arrows that made to drop them, their legs tucked tight and their noses pressed into their chests, aiming the foot long metal horns spiraling out of their face masks at the men on the wall.
Shocked, those on the wall began to scramble away from the free falling two ton animals, the silence broken as mages holding the spell were yanked out of the way of the diving knights.
The abrupt cries of the regrouping people cracked over the wall and the courtyard withing, perpetuating the utter confusion.
Seven pairs of wings opened in near tandem, the wind of their rapid braking blowing men over the side of the wall as their hooves punished those who were too slow in moving out of their way. At 16 hands high, the diving seven were the result of the careful breeding of the Corisian nation, mixing horses with pegasus.
Immediately collapsing their wings as their hooves made contact with the wall, the knights swept outward with their long glaives, slashing at anyone their mounts hadn’t already dealt with. Four stayed to fight on the wall, as the center three made for the inner keep. The two support teams remained aerial, one group defending the wall group, the other warding the split three.
They moved at a swift trot, and as people recognized the point rider, they peeled away from her. As they reached the keep entry, the support team tarried above, landing their small mounts on a balcony to await their return, their crossbows prepared.
Removing her helm, she carried it in her left arm as she held her glaive in her right hand. None of the mounts wore reins or bridles, only the spiked facial masks that glinted menacingly in the torchlight.
Exiting the corridor the three riders turned out into a circular atrium, the gilded hall decorated with grand rugs over the marble flooring and intricate archways on the balconies that overlooked the room.
Stepping forward the leader of the knights halted the graphite colored stallion just outside the innermost circular carpet, pointing her glaive at the man seated before her.
“Remia Xephyn, Commander of the Second Royal Winged Battalion of Coris, demands you return the Heart of the Dragon, as sources say that the thief travels through your lands.”
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