Garlan Tyrell Novels & Stories

Daren had to act fast, He left the room to give her privacy and went down to the bar, people chatted about, even though it was still early a pint of beer wouldn't hurt. Daren sat at the table and stared at the tattoo on his hand, two staffs intercrossing, a mark of the house of tejel, the guardians of the elixtus from the beginning of the kingdom. Daren wondered what his father would be saying if he saw him now, he would lament and shout on how he had failed his charge, of course that's how he died, protecting the king kelin till he died.

At this, Velsusi turned and looked at Barbul. “There is one among you who can defeat Gordan. Let him come and bury Gordan here today and lead you out of the darkness.” Silence held over the battlefield for many a moment until a young warrior of the clan Tared stood out front. It was Myrmidon ‘The Tall’, son of Donya, son of Kelfar, brother of Craninocus, of Ethor. “I will fight Gordan,” Myrmidon said as he raised his sword. “So, it shall be,” Velsusi said and smiled. “Let him who defeats Gordan be the rightful king and true Emperor.”