MasukThe tablets mocked Julie and William with their incoherent words.“Lufe, ansyn wan” “Ōġan ungelīċe sind tō ōðrum” “Sum mæg gehȳran fōtstæpe, ōðer heortan beate”These are just some of the many words they translated, and they make no sense. Julie assured William that they had translated every word correctly and applied the proper grammar rules used by the Zonian language. “So why is it a jumbled mess?!” she yelled in frustration.William hadn’t slept. Dawn found him in the same chair, tracing the same lines with a finger gone numb from cold. The phrases looped in his skull like a curse. “A curse.” His mind boggled. Then the spark hit him. A curse!“Julie!” His voice cracked the quiet like ice on a frozen lake. “The Grand Library’s Restricted Section!”Commoners who visit it or borrow one of many tomes and books suffer a lifetime of pain. At the same time, any visiting royal families are unaffected. There was a story about an accountant who, at the request of his royal client, was s
William and his companions’ defiance shattered the Inquisition’s hold on the Kingdom. Their courage laid bare its hypocrisy and cruelty for all to seeThe knights arrested the remaining Inquisition members on the battlefield and began dismantling the Inquisition's lies. First, they brought the ex-Inquisition volunteers back to their families. Seeing them alive, they destroyed the Inquisitor’s lies. Second and damning of all are the remains of Abigail presented before the King and the Princess as proof that the Inquisitor is working for Pentalium.The King, ashamed of what he thought was a friend, immediately orders the destruction of the Inquisition and reinstates the power he had given them back to the crown. Fed up with corruption from his friend, the King assigned the knights their new mission: rounding up the remaining Inquisition members. The knights quickly dismantle the remaining forces hiding inside the Abandoned Abyss. Wherever they go, the truth of what happened spreads,
-----Two years before Eldric's death-----Rolfe Einherjar is of Zonian descent, like his father, Lenato, and his fathers before him. For the past hundreds of years, the remaining Zonian hid and grew in power. Infecting every small part of the Kingdom's executive branches. Now the last families of Zonian blood have a firm place in the Kingdom. The best time to attack is now! But there is one problem. Each of the high-ranking Pentalium members has their own vision, agenda, and ways to conquer the Kingdom. Different ideologies clashed, resulting in numerous meetings that yielded little to no progress.Lenato, the current Leader of Pentalium at this point, did his best to maintain the coordination among them, but it was all for naught. The Chief is too direct and aggressive in his approach. Margaret and Abigail work well in the shadows and will not risk open battle unless they have the upper hand. The Inquisitor, despite his age, wishes to play the long game and pressure the Kingdom throu
Silver and golden lights shone on the battlefield when the Knights of the Kingdom descended from the hills. The sun's reflection on their armor dispelled the darkness, letting the warm light envelop the living."Surrender!" Rolfe, leading the knights, ordered the Inquisition to halt their assault. The battlefield stopped. Powerful horses are rearing to go at the command of their riders. If the Inquisition fails to adhere to them, they risk annihilation.The Inquisition rattled at their arrival and their allegiance to Tarwood. "HOW?! The Leader was supposed to stop this from happening," he thought as he lamented how this was able to happen."The law clearly states that anyone suspected of Zonian worship is taken into question or killed if resisting arrest!" the Inquisitor demanded, despite their differences, that the knights are still under the King and must abide by the Inquisition as the law requires. But the knights held their ground. Defiant as to show this is their vengeance after
A blizzard settled for the night. Unbothered by the cold, the Inquisition pressed on with the attack. Determined to destroy Tarwood's walls, the Inquisitor and Abigail rallied the Inquisition to surround Tarwood and prevent anyone from leaving the town. The Inquisitor commanded the catapults to concentrate their attack on one wall until it cracked. The damage was small, but it was a start. "DEATH!" The Inquisition roared, their bloodlust rising as the wall slowly buckled. They are far from the range of arrows and are relatively safe from harm. There is no need to scale Tarwood's walls; all they have to do is bide their time, and once the walls collapse, they will be eager to swarm their enemies.Tarwood's defenders gathered at the scene where the crack formed. The rocks hurled at Tarwood and the scream for their deaths put a dent in their spirits, and they looked at William for guidance. "Have faith in our friends, as I have in you," William said. His voice carried over the cold wind
The Inquisition forces arrived at the Capital three days later after they left the Abandoned Abyss. Last night's heavy snowstorm made roads difficult to travel on. Still, the Inquisition marched on toward Tarwood. Their black Inquisition flags fluttered into the air, ever arrogantly defying the forces of nature. Thus, they too were a force to be reckoned with.The Inquisition passed through nearby towns, including the outskirts of the Capital, seeking support for their next battle at Tarwood. Instead of being welcomed as heroes who will cleanse this land of the Pentalium plot, they are scrutinized.The citizens began asking if the Inquisition is a lost cause. Despite the numerous members of the Blades and the volunteers, the Inquisition failed to take down a castle. Now they are unsure if the Inquisition can defeat a small town. And with William's pleasing personality and positive impact on Tarwood, the lies of the Inquisitor are starting to crumble before the pressure of the people.







