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The border with Kirdan, stretched as long as the eye could see, the ground trembled with their gallop. They rode without rest, for days, swift as a wind, for they must deliver a message to Albin. Important news await, which he alone must hear. Their armors were the same; hard to spot the difference between them, the heraldry, which hung on their right shoulder, was the same; a yellow turtle on a green field, the sigil of House Transin. The bull horn-helmed knight stopped for a moment, looked at the worn-down signpost. His dark green eyes looked at the names on the board. He mounted his steed, turned to the other direction and galloped, the others followed in toe.
"Kerd is that way," said the first knight.
"True," replied the bull horn-helmed knight.
"Why are we going in the opposite direction?"
"Would you go to Kerd?"
"No."
"Neither would I."
"That's the point."
"You think that Albin
TRAVELING STONEHjolt wandered through the dark corridors that lead to massive crisscrossed system of caves. Who knows how long did he wander? Darkness was everywhere around. He stumbled and tumbled in the darkness, until he didn’t found a brass hinged door. Naturally, he tried for the hinge, but the door didn’t open. He tried again. When he was ready to take a respite, a voice from spoke the following lines:"Once a dark-eyed Argan girlShod my horse.She asked for a small amount of moneyNot highly valuing her work.What’s your name, young lady?And the young lady replies:"You’ll hear my nameIn the clatter of your horse’s hooves."I rode along the street,I galloped the roads,And along the path among brown rocks,And among gray rocks.
In darkness of his workroom, the emperor sat, thinking what to do next. He had a lot of options to think about. All of them look like the right decision, but on careful analyzes, every decision was wrong. He was at a standstill. Hours passed, he was still at the beginning. To him, they looked like minutes. Minutes, he spent in reviewing. There was always something that he missed.His grandfather was a great strategist and his father before him. Everyone in his family was a great strategist, but no one has a problem that he clashes with. The maps were scattered on a large, massive oak table, maps of all sizes and meanings. The oak table was from his great-grandfather's time. The north is in chaos and the regional lords are fighting against each other, it's more than a good time to attack.King against king, brother upon brother, and the empire was never stronger. In the year since he became emperor, the state has grown dramatically. No one had glorious beginnings, not e
IAlbert walked with every possible thought in his mind, good or bad. As he walked the sword was near hand, the legendary sword. It was comforting, that one thought was more than enough to raise his spirit. He was near the opening. Down below the earth, placed in an endless cavern, the Dark One was preparing to be free once again. No one of the blessed had noticed that the world has changed, that everything changed, and that even the darkness around them changed. As always, there are is a group that noticed everything. He wondered in what group he was placed, even before the truth was told he know deep inside that everything has changed and he could fell that but couldn't see it.He waited. The Dark One will soon appear, he didn't know in what form and how much powerful he will be. He will appear.IIThe magical chains around Rolfheim, the first among the gods that created this world until he fell, slowly we
I In a half lit room, two man sat, one opposite the other. One of them had a huge pile of paper in front of him. “I highly value your time,” said the paper man. “I know,” replied Prince Davram. “The story I’m about to tell is a true one, for the most of it I was a witness first hand. Some parts were told after some time, but I remember them well. The parts where I’m not in them are told in third person and the pasts where yours truly is are in first person.” “Shall we get started?” “Yes,” was the reply. II Three hundred years before the Hal Emperor ascended into Heaven. Shadow of the dark slowly falls on the world, somewhere in the High Mountains, in a dangerous place even for those who are prepared for the worse, a place where wolf come only to mate and raise their young, a piece of unexplored wilderness hidden from the eyes of the curious world. A thunder
UnionThe Union slowly grew in power, starting from a small, small nation in the most Northern part of Yoistu. The neighboring countries didn't even try to conquer it, not even once, in its long and boring history. Famous people came and went, the Union, with its strictly know hierarchy, remained the same. So, it was for years, until like everyone else, they, too, started to change. Even faster than their economic progress, was the growth of their ambitions. If ambitions were a thing to trade, they would be the richest state in Yoistu. With the recent change in the administration, the new leader, Hokun, prepares for a speech:"Not a bad one, I'm sure.""Truly,"the head minister said. "You are right, indeed.""Tell me, how long does this act go on?"Hokun turned."What do you mean?"the head minister wasn't pleased."I mean, when will the truth be revealed to the people?""All in due time,
LoversPeace truly came, but for now one person, the current hero of this part of the story, wasn’t at peace. That person sat alone, on the futon, cross-legged in the elegant room.Thoughts raced through Lady Amalia’s ever working mind. Constant ideas of greatness flooded her every waking moment, even more she liked that, that grand feeling of satisfaction. Detail plans, every step precise, every move calculated, without flaw. If only she had courage to do it. She wasn’t a brave woman, and yet again depending from what angle looked, she had a certain type of courage.There is no doubt that she is a pretty woman with diamond-shaped face, full lips, a straight perfect nose, deep sapphire eyes. Her long raven hair fell in waves down her richly decorated robes. A large crest, a jade dragon and the symbol of yin and yang behind, was proudly placed on her ornate golden belt. She was more than proud of the crest.
I Arthada, the border with the Velesar. Two armies readied themselves for one final assault. Victory or defeat, there is nothing else, there is no middle ground. King Hirtan and King Reta, where at each other's throats for months, finally, it's time to decide the victor. King Reta and King Hirtan have the same number of men, 20, 000-strong. The commanders gave the signal; the army was divided into smaller groups. They waited, for the horn to blow. Their nerves were on edge, Finally, the horn blows, they charge. The battle is even, for now, both sides have severed heavy loses, if the battle continues, they will lose the numbers they have. King Hirtan, himself has decided that it's time to finish the battle. “Your Grace, you must hurry!” the general shouted behind the king. “I won't leave them!” the king turned to the general; half of his face was covered in dried blood. “Your face…” “It's nothing, just a flesh wo
IIIThe professor was writing in his study; he didn't care what was happening out side. His notes were much important that some parade. They were scattered everywhere. He found a few of them that were important and started arraigning them in on a single piece of paper. He was doing his second edition of the Great Sieges; he always liked the leave notes behind his book. People liked to read them. The only thing that was bothering was which note to place first; he decided on the elven days of the week.Days in a week: Meversizin Returdin Tuerdus Wesard Frieldas Xerdes ZesturdNote: the names are used from the elven language; the tradition at that time was to use a lot of elven names. So, t