Henrik
30-06-2004, 12:54
I think the our story has grown so large that it deserves a thread of its own - i have gathered all the chapters in this post, so we can continue it here, because the story is off-topic in the "Battles" thread (http://forum.sunflowers.de/showthread.php?s=&threadid=1268)
The story start rather funny and the first few chapter are a bit odd, but that because at that time we really didn't have any ideas that we infact were about write a history ! - i've also written the "writers" names in bold so it easier to see who has contributed - everyone is ofcourse allowed to make their contribution, but if you do, then i think we all would be happy if your part can be "tied" to the rest of the history, that goes for both the characters and the story as a whole.
I can see that the number of participating characters are growing rather rapidly, so I think it’s time for a list of participants – along with a small list of what they do:
Sir Henrik
A knight - Own the castle and city of Maidenbourg, but share this with Sir Turylon. Sir Henrik likes to party, drinking and chasing maids and is somewhat a hothead – like to charge straight into the enemy ranks.
Sir Turylon
A knight who is an allied and dear friend of Sir Henrik. He originates from the far land of Usan, but now he lives in the castle and city of Maidenbourg where he has his own keep. He is quite the opposite of Sir Henrik – always re-considering the rather hastily plans which Sir Henrik comes up with now and then. He likes to carefully plan his next move.
Sir Enrico Haegemo
Is a young knight-monk of great knowledge from the Fellowship of The Knights of the Holy Sunflower, an order known over all Europe and farer. He lives the fortified temple of Aragontinia He also possesses great knowledge in plant medicine.
4zzy
Lady 4zzyana 'the carphatian' from Tirgu Mures – a mountainous region and she is a dragonrider – she rides on her purple dragon into battle, this dragon is also her “weakness” she really cares for it. She is a strong & sensitive woman which it's the only quality that permits to train a dragon, besides this her hobby is to grow lemons. She also masters of psychic magic this meaning that she is able to penetrate people’s mind and remove bad spirits. She also carries a powerstaff which when combined with her chanting, can cause rings of fire, minor earthquakes and so fourth.
Lady Heretic
Represents purity a nymph of nature, a goddess of the sea...the princess Lady Eva Heretic from Lietuva, where is said that exist a forest where there still lives the remnants of unicorn's species & the little white dragons. In fact they're not real dragons, but in that realm like call them this way, in memory of the white dragons. She wears a blue dress of noble cloth, long till cover her feet. She don’t like violence and to some extend men which she fear will ruin her virginity.
Lord Drake
Lord Drake 'the metheor' is from the Argenta a place which lies far away. He barely use a sword eventhough he is very skilled, instead he prefers to use a weapon called 'boleadoras', which consist in two balls of iron or steel joined with a rope on a chain – this is also the reason why he has this nickname of “the metheor”. His weakness is nature like women – especially nymphs.
Sir Hawk
a knight called Sir Hawk 'the lord'. He was a Hollander. They're hard to fight in battle, skilled with the sword and strong with the mace or the hammer. Usually they use leather armours with bronze chest, also their helmets cover their head & nose. Characters like Sir Hawk will make the backbone of any well trained army.
Lord Elewyn
Lord Elewyn ruler of Bohemia. He lives in the city of Dunghold Keep. He is obsessed for the seeking of ancient knowledge. He is also a friend of Sir Enrico.
Nike
Also known as Nike the Traveler. Not much is known about him other than he like to travel the land, however rumour says that he is an expert with a longbow.
Cardinal Spudster
A representative of the temporal power the realm of Wasscar. He is a friend of sir Turylon a friendship which goes back to the time when he and Sir Turylon underwent training in the art of war. After they had finished the training together Sir Turylon continued to study to be a knight, while Cardinal Spudster sought his call of life with the church. He now works as an real estate evaluator and the occasional exorcism of evil spirits from possessed people by using traditional means.
King Frank[b]
Ruler of the city of Lustbourg. King Frank known to be a gentle king who often have helped the nobles of the neighbouring realm
[b]Queen Nadine[b]
A ruler of Lustbourg together with her husband King Frank. Queen Nadine is also known to be very gentle – people suspect that see can foresee the future, so farmers will often go to her and ask when the right time is to sow their crops and when to harvest - this is also why she bears the nickname of “Goddess of good news” among common people
[b]Frujin
Prince Frujin (the mage) lives in the far east he is the son of a tzar. Frujin has magic abilities and these abilities has he passed along to his daughter Lady 4zzy. Not much is known about prince Frujin and neither his whereabouts, but word has it that he is somewhere along the shores of the black sea
Finellach
Graf Finellach lives in a castle somewhere in the southeastern part, he is a close friend of Lord Elewyn and may know the whereabouts of prince Frujin the mage.
There will most likely come even more characters in the story.
Okay here goes:
Love & Schemes
Chapter 1.
by Sir Turylon
Sitting around a table with a bunch of drunken guys.. waiting for the woman to come in and see which drunken idiot would fall over his feet trying to get her dowry.... then the rest would laugh.. and then they'd get into a fight.. the woman would love it cause she was getting so much attention...
Chapter 2.
by Henrik
After the all the other nobles had left the round table and left for the night, Henrik pulled Sir Turylon to one side and whispered: "We'll nail that little pr*ck later !" and he continued: "Soon he wil learn!" (peal of laughter) muhahahah they both drew their swords and crossed them and swore an oath and then they both laughed muhahaha
Stay tuned for another addition of: Love & Schemes !
Chapter 3
by Sir Turylon
Early the next morning, a maid saw Drake emerge from Heretic's chambers with a gleeful bounce in his step. She snickered and went to report the findings to Sir Henrik. He laughed and immediately sent a message to Sir Turylon who spewed his morning tea while he read the hilarious message.
That evening, they cornered Drake in the hallway and questioned him about what he had done. Apparently, he tried to explain it by saying Heretic had bewitched him. The two did not buy it....
Sir Turylon enjoyed a joyful dinner with Sir Henrik and two lovely ladies from Germany. "So, we cornered that scurvy knight like France in WW2." "HAHA, that's right. He does not now what we have for him in store next week though. Did 4zzy send the shipment of pitch yet?" "No, I do not think she did. She seems pre-occupied with the lemon harvest." The two laughed and went back to their own keeps for a good nights rest with the german maidens.
Chapter 4.
by Henrik
After a good nights rest, actually it was a rather exhausting night, with the german maidens ! The two nobles, now waddling due to the nights "events", met again at the inn, to decide the proper approach on how to deal with their common South American problem, while they anxiously awaited the arrival of the package containing the pitch "That sure was exactly what the doctor ordered !" said sir Henrik while he walked ( read: waddled ) toward a table and continued: "I think i'll need to do some more exercise if we are to stay here for a longer period of time, coz otherwise these maids end up killing me !". The noble sir Sir Turylon looked at him with a somewhat equally look of "suffering" in his face and said: "yahhh, they sure know their thing !".
Then they ordered something to drink and toasted. "Eventough i was kinda "busy" last night, i did managed to come up with a plan !" said Sir Henrik. "alright ! ! !" said sir Turylon "I didn't !", "Well, tell me more then !".
Sir Henrik began to explain how they should try and trick Drake into riding to the nearby city of Lustbourg by sending him a message telling him that his "services" were urgently needed at the court in the castle of Lustbourg " well, as you very well know that in order for him to get there fast, he'll have to take the route through the mountains and i'll suggest that a few trusted men of ours will lie and wait for him when he passes cleavage ravine on his way over the breast hills ! they'll put him in a bag and ship him off to the gas swamps !"
After he was done explaining his rather unnoble plan, he looked at Sir Turylon and said: "what do think of that plan?". "Well, i don't know ! I could work, but we have to make sure that no-one puts two and two together and figure out that we had something to do with it !". Sir Turylon looked at Sir Henrik and stood from the table and finished his wine. "i'll have to think about it" he said, and then he left the inn.
Chapter 5.
by Sir Turylon
Sir Turylon gave Henrik's plan much thought that morning. He had a very hard time though since the German maiden kept walking by his room. He would have to go talk to Sir Enrico from Spain to see how the man could stay up all night and still be vigorous in the morning. He was looking over the plans, making a few small changes, since Henrik's plans had a tendency to turn French in there application, when Lady Heretic made a surprise visit.
"Ah, lady Heretic, what can I do for thee this fine European morning?" he said as he offered her some tea.
"I come on behalf of Sir Drake. I dearly like the man, and I fear that he will run into danger this evening. I come to beg that he is allowed to live in peace. I know I ask a lot of thee, but, I fear you are my only hope." She said to Sir Turylon with quivering voice.
Sir Turylon was always a sap for women in distress. He sat for a while, looking at lady heretic sobbing softly into her lemon colored pillow. "I do not know what garuntees I can make, m'Lady, but I will see what I can do." He walked her out of the keep and headed over to Sir Henrik's keep.
He arrived, full of confusion over what to do and found out Sir Henrik was upstairs in his chambers. A squire by the name of Cork lead him up the stairs where he heard strange noises coming from the room. Sensing some sort of evil plot unfolding, he broke through the look with sword drawn. He gasped and began to laugh when he say Henrik was doing sit-ups with the German maiden was holding his feet.
"Haha, you silly old man! getting ready for round two?" Henrik collapsed to the floor and began laughing. "What is it Sir Turylon? Are the plans finalized?"
"Well, about that. Lady Heretic beseached my good grace to not harm her beloved Sir Drake. I think we should re-think our plans. Chivalry demands that we do." Turylon helped the old man up to his feet and they went off to discuss the matter further,, but squire Cork just stood gasping at the German maiden.
Chapter 6.
by Haegemon
Sir Enrico Haegemo was a young knight-monk of great knowledge from the Fellowship of The Knights of the Holy Sunflower, an order known over all Europe and farer.
One day he, with some of his fellows, was taking care of the garden in the rear of the fortified temple of the order, when he heard a noise that was comming from the farm track used exclusively to acces to the fortress. Enrico saw an approaching knight mounted in a big brown horse, fine gallop & strong muscles like a hummer. "Probably isn't cheap to feed this kind of horse."-he thought, while was dropping a sickle he was using.
The knight was wearing a shining plate-armour without helmet, with a blue cloak over it which was tied with a golden chain around the chest. He stopped close to Enrico who was waitting sideway of the path.
"Pleasant day, don't you think?"-said the knight.
"Yes sir, it is. What concerns brings you to this remote lands?"
"I'm looking for Hagy 'the monk'. I heard he may could help me & that he was living here, in the surroundings. Can you help me good man?"-responded the knight.
"Yes, you found him. I'm Sir Enrico Haegemo member of the Fellowship of The Knights of The Holly Sunflower. Tell me what do you need from me, & for the rules of the chivalry I'll try to please your request."
"Nice to find you, I'm Sir Turylon from the far lands of Usan.
Well, for a reason I can't tell I need that a man could stay up all night and still be vigorous in the morning. Can you help me sir?"
"Let me think... Let's go, follow me."-said Enrico.
Sir Enrico followed by Sir Turylon went to the library inside the fortified temple. There he took a dusty book & looked it. After a while both men went to a room through a door in the bottom of the library. That room was plenty of flask & phials of unknown substances for Sir Turylon. Sir Enrico took a flask & said:
"Sir, this can help you. This flask contains a powerful substance distiled from a seedling flower called Viagris. The subject must ingest a dose of this substance, but be careful: do not mix it with alcohol or overdose the subject because the substance can cause undesired effects."
The knight assented, took the flask & left. Sir Enrico saw him from the battlements galloping fast in the distance. His last thought that noon was what could do that misterious knight with the flask...
Chapter 7.
by Henrik
When the noble sir Turylon come home to his and Sir Henrik's castle (Maidenbourg) he stopped by the inn called: "Virgin, but not for long" or for short: V.N.L in common speech, because he could hear happy music and loud and rather "ill-mannered" singing, he decided to investigate the phenomenon, so he went in. He soon discovered the cause of the "singing" (noise !) because it was "just" Sir Henrik who had started a little earlier than he normally used too. When Sir Henrik discovered Sir Turylon standing in the doorway he smiled and said: "*hiccup* ayyyy, izz it youuuu *hiccup* come an join yourrrr fe fe fel fellOW brother in arrmmzzzzz - both of you *hiccup & fart*", somehow Sir Turylon didn't excactly feel and irresistible urge to join the ongoing party, because he knew from hard learned experience that Sir Henrik could be a real pain in the *ss when he have had to much to drink and by the looks of him, that point seemed to have been passed two or maybe three bottles ago ! but on the other hand also he thought it was sad that Sir Henrik should sit there and drink all by himself - besides his code of chivalry also demanded him to take care of a fellow brother in "need", so he took a chair and sat down at the table "where in the *hiccup* world have you been? ", asked sir Henrik and looked at with a face where both eyes seemed to rotate in opposite directions in their eyesockets. "I have been visiting Sir Enrico Haegemo "Whoooo !", Sir Henrik suddenly stood up and almost tumbled over the table. "ahhh, come on you remember him don't you?", "NO!", shouted Sir Henrik. "Have you forgotten that we saved him from that gang of thugs who were about to end his you life all too soon!", said Sir Turylon. "Okaaayyyy, now i remember him", said Sir Henrik with a little gentler voice!". and Sir Turylon continued: "Well, we talked about the small problem you seem to have, and he was certain that he had a cure for your errrmmm disorder, so he gave me this little flask along with the instruction that you shall be careful how you take it *small pause* that means small doses and DON'T mix it with alcohol! He was VERY specific about that!". "well, hand the merchandise over !", demanded Sir Henrik, now impatient from the long admonitory speach. Sir Turylon gave him the flask and Sir Henrik looked at it and said: "Such a small flask - what good can it do anybody?". "Well" said Sir Turylon and continued: "I don't know, but please be careful, will ya". Sir Henrik took the cork of the flask and took a sniff at the flask, but immediately shock his head back: "What in the devil's name is that, it small like something coming from a hose's behind when it's sick or should i say near death! ?". "Well, i don't know", said Sir Turylon and continued: "This was what he gave me!". "Okay", said Sir Henrik "I might just as well test it now!". He took the top of flask to his mouth: "Bottoms up!", "PLEASE BE CAREFUL!", shouted Sir Turylon, but it was too late, Sir Henrik emptied the whole substance in the flask in one draught and shook his head a few times: "That damn thing taste even worse than it smells!" and he continued: "I need a swig of wine to chase that one!", "No you mustn't drink anything containing alcohol - remember what i said", said Sir Turylon with a somewhat anxious look. "Well, is it your throat or mine that's on fire right now!", said Sir Henrik with a grumpy voice. "Well, suit yourself", said Sir Turylon and continued: "but don't come back to me say i didn't try to warn you!". Then Sir Turylon stood up and left the table while he thought: he deserves what is coming to him! then he went out the door and walked toward his keep.
The next day, around noon, he went back to the inn to have a bottle of wine together with Sir Henrik like they always did, however there was no sign of him and when he asked the owner whether he had seen Sir Henrik, he just shook his head. Then Sir Turylon began to get a bit worried, so he hurried to Sir Henrik's keep. When he arrived at the keep he searched downstairs, but there was no sign of Sir Henrik, so he went upstairs to the second floor where Sire Henrik normally would be sitting in his great hall and receiving visitors, but not even here was there any sign of sir Henrik, then he decided to go to the third floor where sir Henrik had his sleeping quarters. The first thing he saw when coming up from the stairs, was one of Sir Henrik's maids ! Sir Turylon noticed that she had a blissful look in her eyes as she quickly waddled by him: "hmmmmmmmm", he thought noting of it and continued walking down the long corridor, when he reached the door to Sir Henrik's chambers he met two more of Sir Henrik's maids one sitting and one laying on the floor: "ohhh, noble Sir Turylon please help us back to our chamber we, because none of us are able to walk!" and the maid sitting continued: "I simply don't know what has gotten into our master Sir Henrik, such virility and strength it's so much more than we're used to from our good and noble lord!". Sir Turylon didn't gave'em more thought, because he was a bit concerned for his faithful brother in arms, so he opened the door and looked carefully inside, there he saw Sir Henrik laying on the bed with his arms stretching out from his body and with a look of salvation in his eyes! Sir Turylon look at Sir Henrik's head and downwards, his body was covered by a large green blanket made from silk, which reminded him of the large flat meadow behind the castle where they had their livestock grazing, however that was something which didn't seem to fit the description of the above above-mentioned and that was the large volcanic like structure that seem to raise in the middle of the blanket ! - Sir Turylon couldn't recall ever to have seen that on the meadow. "How are you?" he said to Sir Henrik. "Leave me alone!", he replied: "My body is sore and its aches!". "Well don't expect me to feel sorry for you", said Sir Turylon and continued: "Didn't i try to warn you not to drink it all at once!". "I can't really recall!", said Sir Henrik. The two friends sat on the bed and talked for while, when all of a sudden the church bell began to rang and people started to ran out of their houses shouting: "we're being ATTAAAACKEEEED !". Both Sir Turylon and sir Henrik rushed from the bed. "I'll go get my weapons and armour", shouted Sir Turylon and on his way through the door he continued: "Be ready to meet me at the main gate in 10 minutes!", and then he left. 10 minutes late the now fully equiped and battle ready Sir Turylon stood at the main gate and waited for Sir Henrik, he waited 10 minutes, but since Sir Henrik still hadn't showed up to lead the defence of the left curtain wall like he was supposed to, he then decided to go and get him himself. He ran as fast as he could in his armor to Sir Henrik's keep. When he arrived at the weapon room he saw sir Henrik standing with the upper part of his armor on, along with both sword and shield. "What's taken you so long?", he asked with an irritably voice. Sir Henrik replied with a shameful voice: "I can't get my pants on, they don't seem to fit!, so i'll guess you'll have fight this battle alone". Sir Turylon shook his head and left the keep.
Chapter 8.
by Sir Turylon
Laughing his *** off all the way to the gate, Sir Turylon rounded up a few town guards to meet the incoming menace. At first he could not see what it was, but the spec grew in size until it turned into a mighty purple colored dragon. "Hold your fire men, there is somebody riding that beast." He noticed a slender female sitting on the neck of the purple beast holding some sort of staff. She walked the dragon over towards the wall and jumped off the dragon, landing a sparse ten feet from Sir Turylon. The female was dressed in some sort of scant chainmail with satin clothes underneath. Her face was covered with a purple mask which she removed and placed on the parapet. "Hah, good day lady 4zzy. What brings you to the land of Maidenbourg?" Lady 4zzy grined and began to speak in the riddles that she does. "Help someone saught not long ago. Here it is now for them. Turn this invasion we will now. Dragons from far and wide have come. Angry they are at Sir Elewyn. Defiled were their nests by him. Broken were their eggs by him. Revenge be theirs now that he has come. Make ready we will now." She laughed and shook Sir Turylon's hand before remounting the purple dragon. Sir Turylon motioned for the guard captain to beat a call to arms across the villages.
"Sire, a rider is approaching the east gate!" Sir Turylon heard as he just walked down the steps off of the wall. He moved quickly over to the east gate. Sir Henrik must have been mistaken, because the armor he wore was not as cumbersome as Henrik thought. Upon arrival at the gate, the rider dismounted their horse and to Sir Turylon's surprise it was lady Heretic. "Sir Turylon, have you thought over my plea any further?" She said as she gave him the small puppy-dog face. Sir Turylon adjusted his sword belt and coughed slightly. "Why, yes we have. Sir Henrik is in no shape to do any fighting this day. He keeps falling over when he tries to walk. Tell Sir Drake that the evil Lord Elewyn of Dunghold Keep have began to move this way. He should bring his forces here, for we have the pledged support of lady 4zzy and her dragonkin." Lady Heretic jumped up in down from hearing the joyous news and grabbed Sir Turylon in a hug before she took off to tell her little Drakey-poo knight the good news.
Sir Henrik emerged at that time, finally able to stand erect straight after his horrible incident with Sir Enrico's juice. "What was that all about? Did I see a big purple dragon?" Sir Turylon laughed at the silly old man and nodded. "Aye, lady 4zzy came over as well as lady Heretic. Lord Elewyn the stout is moving towards our keep with his army of varangian midgets. We should make ready for the defense. Lady Heretic is going to 'convince' Sir Drake to come over as well. To arms, my brother. We fight tonight, and celebrate through morning!"
The two hastily made ready the defenses. Lady 4zzy arrived again with her dragonkin and a full supply of lemons for the siege. Sir Drake came riding up with a huge grin on his face, with lady Heretic trailing with an equally broad grin. The five nobles went over plans for the defense against the evil lord Elewyn the stout. The agreed that Sir Drake should take charge of the western wall, while Sir Henrik and Sir Turylon guarded the eastern and northern segments. Lady 4zzy would take charge of the southern wall, while lady Heretic was put in charge of supply and logistics.
They sat tight on top of their defenses, while night came. War was upon them, and tonight the fighting would be remembered for eons in lore and song.
Chapter 9
by Heretic
Heretic sits in her throne in her room.What about she is thinking?Of course!Why she need to defend the castle and realm,which is not hers?To stand on the same wall with "these" teasing lords?Fight against Elewyn,(evil lord?Hm.Good to have such ally,muhuhahaha)which was/is her friend (find one post his in this thread)?Nono.She stands up and go to the castle yard."Guards!Bring me my Unicorn!"said Heretic."I come back to my realm,to my citadel to the West."she thought in her mind.
"What a hell is going on?!"shout Sir Henrik when he remarked that Heretic is leaving.He ran to Heretic,which is mounted on her Unicorn,and shouts why she is leaving.Heretic said:"Why I need to fight against your enemy?I have my problems in my lands and I don't need to stay here.I don't want my Dragons and Unicorns would die in this battle.Leave them in their Forest,in my realm.We don't want another war,and the one safe place under this sun is the Moonar Forest."-and she urged Unicorn on."What a strange lady..Okay,go to your Forest,we can win this battle without your help!"-said Sir Henrik and came back to his training grounds.
Chapter 10.
by hawk_knight
When Sir Turylonm, sir Henrik, lady 4zzy and sir Drake Maethor wear defending the walls. There saw a large force of the evil lord Elewyn comming from the sky. Henrik said that that are the black dragons of evil. There where coming towards the castle walls but then something had happen a white light came from the north. There where white dragons and white hawks coming from the north. a person was sitting on the biggest white dragon.When the white dragons came closer the saw that Lord Hawk_knight came to help them to fight the black evil dragons and the evil lord Elewyn.
Chapter 10½ - Meanwhile near the city
by Nike
Nike the Traveler stood in the forest near the city, watching the armies prepare for battle. He couldn't understand why is Lord Elewyn attacking. He knew him well from his previous travels and knew that something's not right. Lord Elewyn would never attack without warning. Not if he was in his own mind. Somebody else must control his minds! That's the only explanation! But what could he do? The battle was going to begin. There was no time! Or... Perhaps... Hmmm... There is hope...
Chapter 11.
by Henrik
The defenders were really happy to receive the reinforcement provided by Lord Hawk_knight, because eventhough they had lots of men the opposition of the evil Lord Elewyn were beginning to wear down their combined armies. The fierce battle raged on for many hours with many casualties on both sides. Then at some point the evil Lord Elewyn landed his beast in the inner court yard along with a few of his elite units in order to take the castle from the inside. Sir Drake Maethor saw this happen diverted his forces to meet the threat, his men rushed from the curtain wall and with superior leadership Sir Drake Maethor and his men managed to slay quite a few numbers of evil Lord Elewyn’s elite units. Evil Lord Elewyn fought like mad, but eventually had to surrender his sword to Sir Drake Maethor, when Sir Henrik and Sir Turylon joined the onslaught with their forces also. After the battle evil Lord Elewyn was laid in iron and chains and thrown in the castle’s dungeon: “That will teach him a lesson!”, said Lord Hawk_knight. “To the inn!”, shouted Sir Henrik jumping up and down and continued: “I’ll lead the way!”. Then he ran toward the V.N.L inn. The rest soon followed. after a few hour the brave warriors had cleaned their wounds and gotten something to eat and drink, Sir Turylon stood up from his table: “What shall we do about evil Lord Elewyn?”, he asked. “Let’s hang him and let the crows feed on him!”, said Sir Drake Maethor. “I’ll drink *hiccup* to that one”, said Sir Henrik. It was quite clear that he was beginning to be in a good mood. “I think a fair trail he deserves!”, said Lady 4zzy thoughtful. “But who is skilled and knowledgably enough to prosecute him?” said Sir Turylon. “a job for Sir Enrico Haegemo of Aragontinias this must be, insight in many things he possesses”, said Lady 4zzy. “Let’s send for him then!”, said Lord Hawk_knight. *I’ll *hiccup* drink to that one *hiccup* & *fart* and THEN we’ll *hiccup* hang him!”, said a voice. Then the four…..well the five of them agreed to send a messenger to Sir Enrico Haegemo of Aragontinias. Then 4zzy, Sir Drake Maethor, Sir Turylon and Lord Hawk_knight all went to their quarters for the night - a “little” later sir Henrik did the same: “It’s strange that there seem to be further home from the inn, than from the home to the inn”, he wondered on his zig-zagging way back to his keep.
Three days later they got word from the messenger they had sent to Sir Enrico Haegemo of Aragontinias, that he was interested in handling the trail of evil Lord Elewyn, so they waited one and a half day for his arrival. When he came he greeted and thanked the five heros for their defeat of evil Lord Elewyn. “Let me see the prisoner!”, said Sir Enrico. “This way”, said Sir Turylon and lead him to the castle’s dungeon. There they went to the cell where evil Sir Elewyn was kept in iron and chains. Sir Enrico stood completely still and looked at him for a while “hmmmmmm, something isn’t right here”, he said. “What do you mean?”, said Sir Turylon. “I don’t know what it is, but I sense something just isn’t right”, mumbled Sir Enrico and continued: “Please get 4zzy down here, will ya!”. Sir Turylon went to Lady 4zzy who was occupied by feeding her purple beast and he could hear her petting the beast: “Mommy’s little naughty beast, you are!” and then she kissed it gently on its forehead. “Weee, grumfff, gruuummfff”, it replied. “That’s one lucky beast!”, thought Sir Turylon, while he was walking towards Lady 4zzy. “I should tell you to come and see Sir Enrico in the dungeon”, he said upon arriving. “Okay, but finish feeding the beast you must for me do!”, she replied. Sir Turylon agreed to do so, but only after Lady 4zzy had promised him that her beast wouldn’t bite him. When 4zzy came down into the dungeon, she went straight to Sir Enrico who still stood and watched evil lord Elewyn who seemed very come. “I sense that there is something wrong here”, said Sir Enrico to lady 4zzy and continued: “It’s almost as if he is under some kind of spell or is possessed by something!”. “A look at him I will take”, said Lady 4zzy. She stood for a while and look at evil Lord Elewyn whereafter closed her eyes and began to chant. At first noting really happened, but all of a sudden evil Lord Elewyn began to go berserk in his iron and chains and he began to speak in many different voices and spurt of flames began to come out of his ***, threatening to set the straw which were spread out on the floor, on fire ! Suddenly 4zzy stopped her chanting and said: “Do it I can’t!” and began to walk away from the cell, they both began walk up from the dungeon and toward the courtyard. “What do you mean by you can’t?”, asked Sir Enrico. “Whatever into him has gotten is very powerful”, she said. “There must be something we can do about this whatever it is who’s possessed him!” said Sir Enrico and continued: “Maybe we can make a plan and some sort of a potion if we work together, let us find a place come an discuss it further!”
It was a few hours past noon when 4zyy and Sir Enrico arrived at the V.N.L inn to report to the other nobles who were assembled there “Is *hiccup* he gonna hang now?” said a familiar voice when they interred the door at the inn. “NOooo!” they both shouted. “Damn I had *hiccup* been looking *hiccup* forward to one!” and Sir Henrik continued: “It has been *hiccup* a while since we had *hiccup* the last one!”. 4zyy and Sir Enrico told the others of their discovery and that evil Lord Elewyn was possessed by something, which made him the way he was. “Very powerful and dark forces behind this is, feel it can I”, said 4zzy. Then they began initiated Sir Turylon, Sir Henrik, Sir Drake Maethor and Lord Hawk_knight in their plan to exorcise the “thing” which had gone into evil Lord Elewyn. “Now this is a two step plan”, said Sir Enrico and continued: “First we have to get the horn of a unicorn and I order to get this we need a virgin”, “Virgin were!”, interrupted Sir Henrik. “I’ve ALMOST had with you!”, said sir Turylon and continued: “One of these days I’ll drag your horny little *** out into the courtyard and give you a good spank and will you please stop chasing those bar maids for Christ sake!”, then Sir Turylon turned towards Sir Enrico, coughed slightly and said: “Please continue, Sir Enrico”. And so Sir Enrico continues: “because as you’re all well aware of these creatures will only come near a virgin - is there any virgins around?”. “Well, that could be a problem around here”, said Sir Turylon and scowled at Sir Henrik who tried to look at any other place than into Sir Turylon’ face. “What is the next step after we have gotten hold a horn of a unicorn?”, asked Sir Drake Maethor. “Then we’ll have to gather a huge force and take the fight to the nest of evil itself – only in this way can we ever hope of defeating it”, said Sir Enrico. “But gathering such a force will take a huge amount of time, because our own forces are in a poor state and the men are recovering from our last battle!”, said Sir Turylon. “Then it look like we’ll have to rely on the good will of King Frank and Queen Nadine in the city of Lustbourg”, said Lord Hawk_knight and continued: “If we plea our case to them, then they might lend us the troops we need to succeed”, “But in order to get to Lustbourg fast we’ll have to go through the cleavage ravine on our way over the breast hills and that place is perfect for an armbush – trust us on that one !”, said Sir Henrik and continued “If the evil forces get any idea about our plan it will almost certain that they’ll try to attack us there!”. Well, let’s take first ting first and worry about that when it’s time to worry about that, okay! I’ll suggest we proceed according to Sir Enrico and Lady 4zzy’s plan”. They all agreed, then they split up and went to their quarters for a good night sleep.
Chapter 12. - The day after.
by Sir Turylon
The battle had gone well for the alliance of lemon nobles. Sir Elewyn the stout had been captured and his true nature had been revealed. Lady Heretic had abandoned her allies in the middle of the siege, turning French and running from the field of battle before it even began. (I just had to!) Sir Turylon and Henrik woke at the usual time of 5 o'clock in the morning to find that Sir Drake had taken off to try to persuade his lover Lady Heretic to take him back. The silly man had no strength in him at all Sir Turylon thought as he walked up to the top of the keep for a sight of the city. He was surprised to see that Lady 4zzy was already up and watching her purple dragons fly around grapping cows for breakfest. She did not notice him, so he just stood there and watched her hair flow in the gentle breeze. After a few moments he realized what he was doing and shock his head to clear any thoughts out. Damn Sir Henrik is infecting me with his disease! He walked over towards Lady 4zzy and she called out to him. "Great morning this is, is it not Sir Turylon. Wild was last night, drinking singing and merriment. Drunk Sir Henrik was much, hit in me he did too much. Hit on me too little did you. Problem with Elewyn the stout bigger than we thought. Much evil is stored in his being. Evil witchcraft from over source I fear in him. What say you, oh knight who didn't hit on me?" Sir Turylon blushed cause she was still wearing the semi-transperant clothes she had on the previous night. "You haven't been to bed yet, have you Lady 4zzy?" She shook her head no. "Well then, to bed you must go for now to regain strength. Agree we do on Elewyn the stout. I fear a great evil in him as well, but the source is blocking my sight. We must search for Cardinal Spudster since he has the gift of divination. He might see where this great evil lurks." Lady 4zzy nodded her agreement and turned back to looking out over the town. "Much damage did befall this land last night. Much to do, the serfs have this day. Much charming you have left to do. Make haste shall ye do it in if bed you want me to go." Sir Turylon blushed and coughed. "Um.. I meant you should go get some sleep... not the other..um.." Lady 4zzy laughed and smiled, "So innocent you are, yet so devious ou may be. I sense an aura of good and unkown in you. Sleep I now will. Dragons guard city while I sleep. Disturb me not, anyone cept you." She walked down to sleep in one of the many spare rooms just as Sir Henrik stumbled his way up to the top of the keep. "What was that all about? She was giggling as she walked by me. What did you do to her man." Sir Henrik said as he stood next to Sir Turylon. "Haha, nothing. yet... So.. feel up to some breakfest before we survey the damage? Lady 4zzy has agreed that we should seek Cardinal Spudster for divination on the evil which is in Elewyn the stout. I fear that we might have to search far to find him, perhaps even going across the cursed realms of Graf Finellach and his orc minions. For now, we should look to the morning." Sir Henrik nodded and the two set off down to the tavern. The German maidens were there, and Henrik nearly collapsed with fatigue when he saw them. Silly old man, that is what happens when you chase after something so much younger than yourself. Sir Turylon though as they ordered a pitcher of lemonade and a platter of danishes.
Chapter 13. - Cogitations of Enrico.
by Haegemon
"A week have passed since a messenger arrived to the Aragontinias' fortified temple. And I need to think about all events that have been passed since the first visit of Sir Turylon..."
Since he left, something was moving in my mind, his voice and clothes were familiar to me. Finally, I could remember a day when I was travelling alone & a gang of four brigands assaulted me to steal my coins, unfortunately I only was wearing civillian clothes and my dagger, while they had long swords. All at once appeared two mounted knights. One of them looked me like an overlord: he was wearing a full-body steel-armour with fine engravings, & on the helmet he had engraved a crown. Over the armour, fine orange robe weared him. The other one was without doubt a knight: was wearing a full-body shining steel-plate armour, with a blue cloak over it which was tied with a golden chain around the chest.
"Seems there are some villains in our way milord".-said the knight.
"Yes my friend. Can we help you good man?.-said de noble to me.
I had barelly no time to respond, that the villains drop their swords & start to scoot like if they were pursued by the devil. Both knights started to laugh & I felt relif. They left but before the noble introduced himself. Seems he finally was a noble: "Lord Henrik of Maidenbourg, there is my castel"-. his own words.
The knight don't said anything only assented with his head, raised his hand and left behind the noble.
...Well, what coicidence I thought when remembered.
Five days later of Sir Turylon's departure, I was doing my usual dutys with my fellows. Take care of the garden, take care of our animals, doing the bussines than to an order like our must concern and adquiring knowledge. At late-noon when we were taking time to some relax & fun in the great hall when a messenger arrived with a rolled message for me. The sealed message had the mark of Henrik of Maidenbourg. In it he was asking me to travel to his castel for an urgent affair of my interest.
I decided to depart inmediately, but I said to the messenger that he had to advance the news & he left. Some of my fellows wanted to left with me, but that still wasn't the time.
Three days after my departure, I arrived to Midenbourg. A beautifull fortified city witch has a castel of Scandinavian style in the center, over a hill. Orange pennons & standars were tolling down from walls & towers. I was wearing my full-body silvery steel-plated armour & over the chest a big round golden flower, The Sunflower. I took also a long sword & my dagger.
I went inside the castle to the great hall, & there around a large square table & a big chimney, what was my surprise when I saw known faces, & unknown... There were:
Lord Henrik of Maidenburg, wearing fine noble clothes.
Sir Turylon the knight from the far Usan, with fine clothes and his blue cloack.
Lady 4zzyana 'the carphatian' from Tirgu Mures, which is surrounded by the moutains where the dragons were from. She is a strong & sensitive woman which it's the only quality that permits to train a dragon, this and some lemons. There are few dragons in the world maybe one or two, but which one its hers loved pet, a big purple dragon. I met her time ago, while I was in a bussines-travel with some fellows, in a ship took for the order to sail through the Black Sea. She was still training her dragon, & this tired couldn't resist to take a rest over the ship's mast. She was moving her arms up & down like a bird, while shouting obnoxious nasty words. One of my fellows told her that she & her mate could rest, that she don't had to worry. We all told histories & talked long until she left with her purple friend.
She was wearing, "like usually in battle"-she told, "a short leather dress with a top chainmail & satin clothes underneath (laughs), and a dagger in my thigh. And if it's not enough, I have my little purple friend."-she said. Her dragon is the brute force she need to win. She commands him with a staff. But in the castel she was wearing a comfortable & sexy red short dress and her dagger, of course.
A noble called Lord Drake 'the metheor' from the far Argenta, which was wearing a red robe but with the inner part in yelow. In that moment he was wearing formal clothes. But I guess what kind of armour he could wear. I heard that in his lands people barelly don't use the sword, instead they use a weapon called 'boleadoras', which consist in two balls of iron or steel joinned with a rope o chain. They're good with it hunting & fighting.
And a knight called Sir Hawk 'the lord'. He was a Hollander. They're hard to fight in battle, skilled with the sword and strong with the mace or the hammer. Usually they use leather armours with bronze chest, also their helmets cover their head & nose. Sir Hawk was wearing this but din't had the helmet right now.
I took off my helmet and sat to relax after a long journey, we conversed some time, & finally was told to me the motive for my presence. It was the Lord Elewyn ruler of Bohemia. A noble that I know, or better that I knew long time ago, & a friend of mine, always obssessed for the seek of ancient knowledge. And now a prisoner. Acompained by Sir Turylon I went down to the dungeon, & there in a dark side of the cell was Lord Elewyn. Wearing a dark steel armour, with a coat of mail in the head, kept in iron & chains.
It was strange to me when they told me about the attack they sufered carried by dark dragons...really strange. I asked for Lady 4zzyana.
"The specie of the dragons is barelly extint, & the firsts were the black dragons, whom humans pursued till the last due to their servility to evil. Here is happening something devil."-I thought.
I couldn't do nothing for him this time, but I had to tell something to the Lords & Ladys, because they were really worried, & some knights wanted to execute by hanging Lord Elewyn. Something very bad for Travelers & Merchants like Nike, which knows very well the southeast route between Bohemia & Carphatia, and the Bohemian people's devotion for their overlord Elewyn 'the seeker'.
At the afternoon, we relaxed visiting the city that I never had visited, maybe others neither, I heard like Lord Henrik was presumming about his city & its citizens preferably females. Also Sir Turylon was proud of his adoptive city. People on street was surprised & happy seeing his overlord & such nobles & knights.
At the early-night in the City's Inn, whole reserved for us, we relaxed taking some beers & disscused what to do to with Lord Elewyn, before return to the castle to sleep.
"Always liked me sleep in the Inn but nobles don't"- I thought when we left.
The next day, Lord Drake departed early in the morning for some reason, while the others spent the day around the castle. While the Dragon's Guard was guarding the castle.
The Dragon's guard it's the most ancient of the world. Was founded during the ages of the white dragons, the most pure dragons & leaders of all the other races of dragons, when the King Drako II of Carphatia lend some troops to the King Hurteman I from Scandinavia, which Maidenburg was part of. These troops, which need a special skill to be 'Dragonners' made use of dragons as a mount. The relation between the dragonner & his dragon was strong & tight, this means that the dragon & the dragoner could fight till death for his mate.
Carphatians in origin, these troops established in Scandinavia. During the dark ages the world turn into war, after which the dragons' specie was practically decimated & the white dragons extint. The black dragons were extermined by humans for his traitorous behavior against their specie. The remnants lived with his mates until they died.
After the dark ages the world recuperate its light but Scandinavia was no more. When founded the realm of Midenbourg, that corp once was 'The Dragonners', become The Dragon's guard which is exclusively the castle guard, in memory of the lost dragon mates.
"...A week has passed...Today Lord Drake has return with him, a nymph of nature, a godess of the sea...the princess Lady Eva Heretic from Lietuva, where is said that exist a forrest where still live the remnants of unicorn's specie & the little white dragons. In fact they're not real dragons, but in that realm like call them this way, in memory of the white dragons. She wears a blue dress of noble cloth, long till cover her feet. Golden pendants with incrusted jewels and a golden crown with incrusted gems that covered her brown & long hair. A fine woman but with strong character, she normally don't shrink in front a dificult & she knows how use a dagger. Anyway is all I heard about her. But she has a sad glance, like she would evade to some place.
Seems she decided to come when she heard that Lord Elewyn was captured & could be executed.
All is ready to execute the plan we prepared in the Inn a week ago to save Lord Elewyn. I'm not sure obout its success, but I don't dare to tell the others. I don't want to broke their hopes.
Something weird is happening & we must understand it first. What did Lord Elewyn before, what or who provoqued his curse, what he was seeking & what he found. I the most disturbing...the black dragons... How a race extint since the age of the white dragons, related with evil powers, that humans finally destroyed, exists hundreds of years after its extintion. I have to find these answers...we have to find them..."
Chapter 14
by Spudster
Sir Turylon and Sir Henrik ate, laughed and drank to the goodness of the good. Lord Elewyn was captured in the dungeon and everyone was sleeping in the small town, but the two nobles laughed all night. “I need some sleeeeeeeeppp, auuuhhhmmmm *yawn*” said Sir Henrik. “Yeah, that sounds really good,” replied Sir Turylon. The two went off and slept peaceful dreams. In the morning, Enrico Haegemon was milling about thinking of some plan of some sort. Sir Turylon was up since 5 am, but Sir Henrik was still dreaming. Sir Turylon strolled quietly into Henrik quarters and came right up to his nose. “GET UP YOU LAZY BASTARD!” yelled Turylon. Henrik awoke with a startling “AHH, what is it!” and left for the showers. Turylon shook his head is amazement, “How can he be so lazy, yet have so much strength and power to be a knight. He amazes me sometimes.” The two went for their morning stroll around the city talking about the day’s events. “I will go to Cardinal Spudster today and have him tell me the meaning of this curse of Lord Elewyn. He has a great divinity that I must consult and ask what of this curse,” said Sir Turylon. “That would be great, and while your at it, bring him here to the castle and he can evaluate our realm why he’s at it. For you know that he is the great evaluator. Through his wise thinking and good judgment, he can evaluate our kingdom.” “All you want is to be proud and have some more ladies come from the outer lands once they hear of our kingdom and how great it is,” replied Turylon. “Yeah, basically,” answered Henrik.
They returned and Henrik made an address to the people of the city. “Cardinal Spudster will be coming to evaluate the city 2 days from now. Clean up the streets and your homes. Make it presentable for the great Cardinal!” Sir Turylon, Sir Enrico, Lady 4zzy, and Sir Drake all stood in the hallway near the balcony where Henrik was making his speech. They listened and laughed quietly. “He’s so funny! He stands there and thinks so highly of himself! He wouldn’t be here if it hadn’t been for us!” said Enrico. The rest just continued laughing.
Sir Henrik finished his speech and said to Turylon on the way back in, “Now, go get that Cardinal.” Sir Turylon was off in the next 15 minutes. On his way to the land of Wasscar to meet the Cardinal, Sir Turylon met many people including the traveler Nike. They talked a bit about the great battle and then continued on to Wasscar. “Man, the guy gives me the creeps. I feel like he is a undercover spy or something. He does travel around to different places a lot,” thought Turylon. Sir Turylon eventually made it to the large mansion (but not a castle) of Cardinal Spudster. He knocked on the great gate and a humble guard opened the small hatch. “What do you want?” said the guard. “I’m here for a meeting with the Cardinal my good lad,” answered Turylon. The guard had another guard go up and ask the Cardinal if this was true. The guard came back and let Turylon in. After entering a tremendous courtyard and a beautiful garden area, he entered the enormous hallway. After asking a beautiful maid where the Cardinal’s room was, he entered the stairwell. “Wow, that maid was prettier than any other maid in my kingdom!” thought he. He entered the Cardinal’s room and shook hands with Spudster.
“Hey my good chap!” said Turylon. “How’s the old friend now?” asked Spud. “Not bad, I just have a question for you. I would like you to come to the kingdom and inspect Henrik and my realm. Really, Henrik just wants to have a good report for the surrounding realms. It would be good on our reputation and we might have some more people come and visit. Could you do that?” “Well, I could do that for you if you would like. No, I be more than happy to help out an old barracks buddy!” replied Spudster. “Great, I also have another thing. Could you come and find out what is wrong with our old enemy Elewyn? We captured him in a battle a few days ago, and he seems to have a curse on him. Even the noteworthy 4zzy couldn’t decipher his ranting.” “I could try to see what is wrong with him, sure.” relied Spudster.
Spudster packed his things and grabbed his favorite horse, Nat. Sir Turylon got on his noble steed Charlie. Nat and Charlie rode their two masters off for a 2 day journey back to Henrik and Turylon’s realm. As soon as the Cardinal had gotten to the capital city, he started the inspecting right away. For 3 days he inspected every bit of detail in the city and already knew the street plan of the city. After he was done, he made a great speech to how well the city was kept and the neatness it showed. Everyone cheered and Henrik gave the closing remarks. Then, the night was of partying at the V.N.L Inn with great scores of Danishes and lemonade, a great summer snack. The next morning, Turylon, Henrick, 4zzy, Drake, and Spudster all went down into the dungeon to see how Elewyn was doing. After some time of studying, the Cardinal said with great disbelief, “He has a severe case of dragontaker, also known as Asgermondgrong. He will need some horse dung and tomato paste to rub on himself and then wash himself off. Then he needs to bathe in the river for 3 hours. After that he should be fine.” Everyone was astonished. Usually, dragontaker could kill a person instantly. Amazingly, Elewyn had lived with it for 3 years. One gets it from being with demonic dragons for over 2 weeks.
Chapter 14½
By Nike
Nike was watching as Sir Turylon left the castle. "Something is going on", he tought, "I must speak with him!" He rushed towards him and they stopped for a "friendly chat". Soon he found out two things: 1. They're going to hang Lord Elewyn and 2. Turylon is going to Cardinal Spudster. "I don't believe those church things! I bet the cardinal will tell him "He will need some horse dung and tomato paste to rub on himself and then wash himself off" or some other crap like that. Enough have I wasted my time! Graf Finellach will help! I hope..."
Finellach was a close friend to Lord Elewyn and, perhaps, he would know what has happend with him. He had some experience with dragons (or Zmeiove, as we call them) but only the green ones. Nobody knows from where the Black Drakes came. Does it have something to do with Drake 'The Metheor"? Or with his Lady - The Heretic? Too much questions, too few answers! And the time is short!
After a week of fast riding, the Traveler arrived at Finellachs castle.
- We have a problem! - he said as he entered his throne room. - Lord Elewyn has gone mad and attacked Sir Henriks city. He also used... Black dragons. He is possessed but nobody knows from what. Sir Enrico has a plan to lift the spell from him, but we must take care of those who have put the spell!
- I have heard of a Great magician - the Mage Frujin - who lives on the shores of the Black Sea. - said the wise Graf - Unfortunately, I haven't heard anything of him soon. There are rumours he is preparing a great spell, "Knights of Honor" he calls it, but nothing is sure. I'm sure only that he'll be able to help. Go, find him and ask him for his help! You know the region well. And I shall go to Maidenbourg and see what can I do!
- Alright, I'll ride as fast as I can! Farewell, Finellach!
Chapter 15
By 4zzy
All our friends were gathered in the dungeon to observe how the treatment proposed by Cardinal Spudster would work. It was a rather rare obsession and nobody in the last 200 years haven’t seen anybody who had it and in more of millennium nobody survived it, so the atmosphere was tense. Lord Henrik prepared a draw to determine who would treat Evil Lord Elewyn with the horse dung ant he tomato paste and Lord Turylon had the honor to pick the draw. He put his hand deep in the box and picked a small slip of paper and hesitated for a small moment before unfolding it… Nobody really wanted to do the dirty work and it was not only the horse dung that stopped the noble men from volunteering, it was the unsteadiness and even perhaps fright from the evil curse. Lord Turylon didn’t want to see the name first out of superstition and turned it to the other heroes waiting to see whose face would darken with the cloud of disappointment, but rather strangely everyone looked back at him with smiles and his best friend Lord Henrik looked even strangely amused. He turned the paper to himself to see his own name and took the responsibility any honorable man would. He thought shortly about saying something to Lady 4zzy but dismissed the thought almost momentarily, knowing that if something really happened with him all other would come to his rescue. All those thoughts were beginning to leave him when he was pushed in the dungeon cell with only to buckets – one full of horse wastes the other with tomato paste delivered by the fair Lord Drake who strangely referred to it as “salsa”. He turned back for a moment only to see how Lord Henrik locks the door behind him and wishes him .
After the door was “secured” Lord Henrik grinned to all who were gathered around him and showed them that every slip of paper that he prepared was with the name of Lord Turylon and took out a bottle of fine wine proposing to drink for the happy occasion.
However his minute of fame (everybody was quite happy with his mischievousness, which spared them the need to risk their lives) was put to an end by a messenger who rushed into the dungeon and at the end of his strings gave to Lady 4zzy who moved to help him a message. From his confused speech only one thing could be understood - that it was of great importance to her and than he passed away just when Lord Henrik offered him a glass of wine.
4zzy started reading the letter and by the impression of her face everybody could tell that the news was bad.
“Sorry I am, friends, but no more can I stay with you. Haste I must make to my home, because upon it a great trouble has fallen. On the next fool moon expect me you can, promise I make to return to you our business with the curse to finish, but no more I can say now. Farewell and my best regards to Lord Turylon do send, for his bravery is worth it.”, she said and turned to leave. In that moment Lord Drake grabbed her hand and said
“You can’t leave us like that, tell us what is going on we can help you perhaps.” Lord Henrik joined as well “Yes, you must not go alone, tell us what is going on. I will prepare my fair maids and the special “inn-on-wheels-o-matic” I recently invented and we will accompany you.”
“Sorry I am, but better it is for you here to stay, the curse to solve. Return I will as fast as I can.” and she left for her chambers to prepare herself. Before it was noon a squadron of gold and green dragons lead by their purple brother and her lady left the city of Maidenburg and headed east. The terrible news of her home had struck 4zzy so deep that she could not even share them with her friends, she had to check everything for herself first and than to decide what to do. Now she had to leave for her grandfather’s kingdom which stretched from the high cliffs of her home in the north, to the vast mountains and the White Sea in the south, from the Black Sea – east, to the big lakes of Ochrid and Prespa in the west. The letter was written by her father prince Frujin and brought only grim news to her:
“Hello, my dear daughter, I regret that I have to write to you in this difficult time and that I could not reach you earlier, but the circumstances are such. The detested Lemon-worshipers have attacked us again and this time with a force we could not expect from them. They must have planned this invasion for years and now we face difficult times. I understood hat you left your home mountains and headed west, unfortunately whatever business you have there it is imperative that you come back as quick as possible, along with your dragon squadrons. Now I head west of the Hemus Mountains to meet the hordes of our enemies. The tsar, your grandfather, will wait for you in the city of Turnov where he inevitably will have to lead the defenses against the coming siege. Be swift for he cannot withstand for long the enemy hordes.
Your father
Prince Frujin
PS
If we do not see each other any more, know that I love you more than everything.”
She barely could stop herself from crying knowing what was happening in her home. The detested enemies were back again. She was a small child when her grandfather went on a march against them and defeated their kingdom in the far east. Since than they paid their annual tribute in lemons and she could make her lemonade (oh how she loved lemonade). But now something was wrong, without any warn they attacked again and it was her duty to defend her people.
She flew three long days without a stop for food, water, or rest and when she reached her citadel in the mountains she was completely exhausted. She stayed there for one day and left for Turnov to wage a war. The only dragons she could take were those she left behind at first – most of them too young, the other too old, the real warriors were already at the end of their strength from traveling and were to come only after few long days. On the fourth day after she left Maidenburg she took three squadrons of dragons, ten beasts in each, and left to meet the tsar who waited for her in great trouble.
After another day she reached the capital of her country but what she saw threw her in the deepest sorrow. All the way south she saw on the ground columns of refugees but didn’t have the time to stop and talk to them, se could only hope it was not over yet. But all hope left her now. She saw the burning city from kilometers and prepared her dragons for battle. Even if the enemy was already behind the walls – burning and raiding, they would remember this last attack. The thirty beasts rushed though the air and the wind passing by their wings made such a terrible noise that the “lemonheads” were already in panic when 4zzy reached them. Not much was left from the once beautiful city, most of the towers were destroyed, the houses of the people and mansions of the nobles were burning, and even the palace was left in ruins. The battle was lost some days ago and only few hundred of the enemy were plundering what riches were left. They met the pure fury of the dragons and were no match for them. Celebrating their victory, they didn’t expect the attack and couldn’t organize their defense at all. Every one of them was chased like an animal on the streets and killed, but this could not bring relief for 4zzy. The last one of the lemon-worshipers, trying to save his life proposed to do whatever she wanted from him, even opened his purse and offered his holy lemon to her.
“What know you, lemonhead, of what happened to the tsar, and where his son Frujin is, speak or die!” demanded she in her rage.
“The old tsar is dead, your humble servant is afraid that his people killed him after the city fell, but his son is unaccounted for. He was defeated with his armies almost a month ago south of the Long Mountains and afterwards his whereabouts are unknown for me. The rumor has it that he hides in the vast mountains in the south but no more is known to me, please don’t kill me I told you what I know!”
“Go may you now, but curse let fall on all of you for what you here done have!” whispered 4zzy and turned her back to the burning city and left for good.
She headed for the vast mountainous region in the south to search for her father, but before that she dismissed her flock and assigned them tasks to fly around the country to see what the situation is and where the resistance was still alive. With her she left only two of the best dragons and her purple companion of course. After three days of pointless search her luck struck and she could capture a spy of the enemy. They surely were aware that her father was somewhere in the region and searched for him as well. From the man she learned that Frujin was hiding in a monastery not far away – just in a few hours flight, and the lemonheads already gathered a force to attack him as early as tomorrow or the day after. 4zzy was so happy to hear that her father was still alive that she even spared the life of the spy, but he wasn’t important anyway, by tomorrow she would be half the way to her mountain fortress with her father and nobody could stop her.
As she approached the beautiful monastery a strange feeling began to grow in her, a peculiar worry fell over her hearth almost as if she could sense a strong magic nearby. The three beasts lowered their flight an as they prepared to lend she new something was wrong. She pulled her dragon back and ordered the other two to follow her but it was already too late. The two hit a powerful magic field and were caught in a web of power which rendered their wings useless and they fell heavily on the ground. The trap was obvious now, they have deceived her and now were planning to kill her. From the forest came men and began to attack the fallen dragons. 4zzy couldn’t sand the view and turned her beast back on them. Her staff was swiftly in her hand and she chanted a counter-spell to the webs. The lemonheads continued to appear from nowhere and some of them were already on one of the fallen dragons, stabbing and cutting his undefended belly. The anger was already boiling in her blood and she turned on them with her dragon, the flame from his inside burned and killed them and they started to retreat. But than a new figure emerged from the forest – an old man with a staff and a medallion on his neck, he ordered the soldiers not to be afraid of the flames and to attack again. 4zzy tried a counter spell but it was already too late, the flames were now useless. There were so many of them that she had only one chance – she had to go for the mage. She lowered her beast and jumped lightly on the ground and started to make her way for the enemy leader by using her enchanted staff as a mace. It was fortunate that the lemonheads had more problems with the dragon at the time, who killed them with his massive tail and sharp nails. Finally 4zzy was upon the mage with her staff enchanted to protect her from his spells, she took her dagger ant jumped at him. He was swifter than his age would suppose and lightly blocked her blade with his staff almost breaking her wrist. 4zzy knew she had no time for defense and attacked again with both the dagger and the staff managing to penetrate his guard hitting in on the side, than she tried to stab him but he was cunning, and only the chain mail saved her from his staff’s pointy top. With her own she tried hitting him on the head from upside down, and as he tried to move away, her staff caught his medallion and tore it from his neck. They both were after the roundel which was obviously magical, and as 4zzy snatched it in mid-air, he unleashed all his rage upon her. While her attention was distracted from the object he prepared a strong spell, which could penetrate her defenses and 4zzy reacted too slowly to it. To energy ball hit her on the chest and threw her several meters away where she fell unconscious. The mage laughed and went towards her to finish the defenseless girl with his staff. In that moment the dragon came to her rescue darting the air and scattering enemy warriors, he grabbed her gently in his claws and flew away before anyone could react.
Meanwhile the rest of our friends back in Maidenburg were having their usual parties at the VNL inn and Lord Henrik fought his never-ending battle against his liver with the help (at least moral support) of all other heroes. The treatment proposed by Cardinal Spudster didn’t work as well as he expected and even though the condition of Evil Lord Elewyn was getting better, he couldn’t\’t be cleansed of the mighty curse. After Lord Turylon treated him for the first time he even returned his ability to talk, but what came from his mouth was not to be mentioned by any good lady. Eventually Turylon found out about the small conspiracy of his friend Henrik and he was punished to pay him an annual tribute of fair maidens and to continue with the exorcism all by himself. This was lowering his morale in his battle against his liver because until now he already had treated Evil Lord Elewyn three times with the “medicine” but not only it didn’t have the expected effect, but lead also to endless nights in the VNL inn in the company of his beloved bottles and he sensed deep in himself that a revolt boiling. So far he managed to content the discontent of his innards but he didn’t know for how long he could continue to withstand it.
One morning as he was coming back to his chambers after a long night at the battle fields he managed somehow to lift his eyes from the ground in front of him and saw the most terrible of all sights – a huge army of at least hundred mighty dragons were flying to his castle in the red dawn. He managed to make haste on all fours to the keep and sounded the alarm and after a few short minutes Lord Turylon was next to him trying to understand what the trouble was.
“Dfraghuns, Thurhy*hiccup*lun, da dfraghuns *hiccup* ar kumin! I can*hiccup*not helpf joo, joo mufst leeth da thifensss aloun my fhrrend!”
Lord Turylon observed the skies with a certain reservation wondering whether to believe what he thought he heard or not. He saw a single beast coming from east and suddenly recognized in it 4zzy’s dragon, but where was she – no one was to be seen riding him. He then saw the body the beast carried in his claw and knew that something had to be wrong. While the beast descended slowly he took the still unconscious Lady 4zzy in his arms and nearly got killed by Lord Henrik’s sword, who was making attempts to run around the courtyard waving his sword around in a drunken frenzy, screaming “Thie joo curssseth bheassths, why can I noth khill joo, whath kinth uf majikh iss ghuarthing joo!”
Lord Thurylon took the unconscious 4zzy to his chambers and send a word for Cardinal Spudster to come as fast as he could. The noble knight was happy that she was still alive but he couldn’t tell for how long would this last in her condition. He than saw the strange medallion she still held in her hand. He decided to take it and to return it to her when she was feeling better, to surprise her in that way. He put it in his purse at the moment when Cardinal Spudster came in the room and began to threat 4zzy with his potions and different healing herbs. She was to recover only after a day or two so the friends had nothing to do else to return to their daily work.
After Lord Henrik was sober again he had to carry his ritual with the horse dung again and all of them gathered for the fourth time in the dungeon but this time it was all different. As they approached they heard Evil Lord Elewyn's crazy screams of anger and when Lord Henrik opened the door of the cell the prisoner broke his heavy steel chains off their beds in the wall and charged directly to the group standing in front of him in startled disbelief. He passed by Henrik and threw himself on Lord Turylon with all his body weight and they began to roll on the stone floor in a messy heap apparently fighting for Lord Turylon’s purse. The first to come out of the moment of stiffness was Lord Drake who took out his boleadoras and swung it at the fighting couple. Evil Lord Elewyn moved away in a fraction of a second and the weapon fell on Turylon’s chest almost breaking his ribs. Evil Lord Elewyn was quite amused by this scene and took his small finger to the corner of his mouth saying “Don make me freakin’ laugh! Buahahahamuahahahahabuahabuahahahaha…!!!” This was exactly the moment our friends needed and while Cardinal Spudster murmured his spell of confusion Henrik and Drake attacked Evil Lord Elewyn in the middle of his laugh and threw him back in his cell locking the door after him.
Lord Turylon lifted himself slowly rubbing his hurt chest and in great disbelief took the medallion out of his purse. “He wanted this. I took it out of 4zzy’s hand when her dragon brought her here this morning. I was planning to return it to her after she was feeling better, but it had such a strong effect on Evil Lord Turylon that I have no desire to carry it no more. Who knows what evil lurks inside this artifact…”
“It is clear that we face here a greater evil as we expected, my friends,” said Cardinal Spudster, “We will have to wait and see what 4zzy can tell us about her journey and this medallion. For now I suggest we all rest, even you noble Henrik, because if you do not do so, we will have to treat your rare case of alcoholism with horse dung and salsa and than you will have to bathe in the river for three hours to remove the stench. Just after that you would be fine.”
Henrik was a bit confused because he thought he had heard already this sort of treatment, but after a while he dismissed this strange strike of déjà vu and followed the others to their quarters. After all tomorrow would be a busy day.
Chapter 16
By hawk_knight]
When all the nobles and ladys where in the Inn talking who will keep watch when Sir Elewny take a bath in the river. Sir hawk was outsite the Inn the he saw a his White hawk coming towards him and said to him that the evil Blackdragons where sleeping on a mountain in the west. Sir hawk said to the white hawk assemble the white hawks and the white dragons. Sir Hawk ran in to the Inn and told the nobles and ladys that he now where the Black dragons are right now and that he was going to follow them to there land and when he comes back he will say where the evil blackdragons are coming from. Lord Hawk_knight ran to his white dragon and he left to follow the evil Black dragons to there homeland. on the way he saw a large force of evil coming towards sir henriks castle so he send a white hawk with a message to sir henrik about the evil army that is coming towards his castle. Sir Hawk had sendt also a message to his realm to bring his army up and that there must go to sir henriks castle to help them prepair for battle and fight the evil army.The blackdragons where coming from a old vulcano that wasnt very far from sir henriks castle. In the vulcano sir hawks saw a cave in the ground that led in very deep in to the ground. when sir hawk was going closer to the cave he saw two large black dragons guarding the cave so he turend back to henriks castle to tell the nobles and ladys where the black dragons are coming from.
Chapter 17
by Kuno of Gersenau]
Meanwhile…
After some days, Nike the traveller met a knight. It was Kuno of Gersenau, the grandmaster of the mystic “knights of the German FAQ”. He came back from a glory mission in Southern Italy where he and his knights could stop a long bloody war. Off course there was a big party after this and he was a bit drunk now…
But Kuno noticed that Nike was in a big hurry…
- N…nike my old friend *hicks* what is going on? What’ssss the m…matter with you?
- Oh Kuno, good to see you! Didn’t you hear the dark news? Lord Elewyn, the wise ruler of Bohemia turned bad and attacked the city of Maidenborough where Henrik and Turylon live. Something evil took control of him.
- Hell! And what had happen in Maid…maidenborough?
- Turylon, Henrik and their friedns could beat him; they captured him in the prison and want to hang him. They called Cardinal Spudster to heal him, but you know how it works with the Church…
- Yeah I do…And where are you going now? *hicks*
- I search the mage Frujin who lives on the shores of the Black Sea…maybe he can help…
Nike told Kuno everything he had to know, and this one had to think a lot, but he had headache. Everybody knew that Turylon and Elewyn were enemys and everybody thought this was because of the religious and political fights they had with each other. But Kuno knew more, the main-reason was a story of love and schemes which happened long years ago…
He told Nike some facts about it:
- I…It was long years ago, to a time when King Frank wasn’t already king. Elewyn and Tu…Turylon were falling in love to a beautiful Lady *hicks*, called Lady H. She w…was a member of my order and b…both wanted to ma…marry her.
However it came to a fight about this lady, it’s a big sto…story and I think we haven’t the time now to hear it all. A…and I’m not able t…to tell it at the moment. *hicks* B…but the final result was that no one got the Lady *hicks* she dis…disappeared and was never seen again…and from this time there was this big hate between Elewyn and Turylon. *hicks*
- Hell! I didn’t know that, do you know what this could mean?
- Y…yes I do. I have the feeling Turylon knows more than he says *hicks*…I don’t know if he has really something to do with Elewyns dark side, b…because like you said it was also a big risk for him. He would being nearly fool if this was his idea.
- I have to go my friend! Goodbye!
- N…no wait Nike! I will join you! …I will help you to find Frujin!
- Great a drunken grandmaster, the travel will be much easier now. Damned drunk bastard.I thank you my friend, then come on, let us start! But then tell me the full story why the two are enemies now...
The story start rather funny and the first few chapter are a bit odd, but that because at that time we really didn't have any ideas that we infact were about write a history ! - i've also written the "writers" names in bold so it easier to see who has contributed - everyone is ofcourse allowed to make their contribution, but if you do, then i think we all would be happy if your part can be "tied" to the rest of the history, that goes for both the characters and the story as a whole.
I can see that the number of participating characters are growing rather rapidly, so I think it’s time for a list of participants – along with a small list of what they do:
Sir Henrik
A knight - Own the castle and city of Maidenbourg, but share this with Sir Turylon. Sir Henrik likes to party, drinking and chasing maids and is somewhat a hothead – like to charge straight into the enemy ranks.
Sir Turylon
A knight who is an allied and dear friend of Sir Henrik. He originates from the far land of Usan, but now he lives in the castle and city of Maidenbourg where he has his own keep. He is quite the opposite of Sir Henrik – always re-considering the rather hastily plans which Sir Henrik comes up with now and then. He likes to carefully plan his next move.
Sir Enrico Haegemo
Is a young knight-monk of great knowledge from the Fellowship of The Knights of the Holy Sunflower, an order known over all Europe and farer. He lives the fortified temple of Aragontinia He also possesses great knowledge in plant medicine.
4zzy
Lady 4zzyana 'the carphatian' from Tirgu Mures – a mountainous region and she is a dragonrider – she rides on her purple dragon into battle, this dragon is also her “weakness” she really cares for it. She is a strong & sensitive woman which it's the only quality that permits to train a dragon, besides this her hobby is to grow lemons. She also masters of psychic magic this meaning that she is able to penetrate people’s mind and remove bad spirits. She also carries a powerstaff which when combined with her chanting, can cause rings of fire, minor earthquakes and so fourth.
Lady Heretic
Represents purity a nymph of nature, a goddess of the sea...the princess Lady Eva Heretic from Lietuva, where is said that exist a forest where there still lives the remnants of unicorn's species & the little white dragons. In fact they're not real dragons, but in that realm like call them this way, in memory of the white dragons. She wears a blue dress of noble cloth, long till cover her feet. She don’t like violence and to some extend men which she fear will ruin her virginity.
Lord Drake
Lord Drake 'the metheor' is from the Argenta a place which lies far away. He barely use a sword eventhough he is very skilled, instead he prefers to use a weapon called 'boleadoras', which consist in two balls of iron or steel joined with a rope on a chain – this is also the reason why he has this nickname of “the metheor”. His weakness is nature like women – especially nymphs.
Sir Hawk
a knight called Sir Hawk 'the lord'. He was a Hollander. They're hard to fight in battle, skilled with the sword and strong with the mace or the hammer. Usually they use leather armours with bronze chest, also their helmets cover their head & nose. Characters like Sir Hawk will make the backbone of any well trained army.
Lord Elewyn
Lord Elewyn ruler of Bohemia. He lives in the city of Dunghold Keep. He is obsessed for the seeking of ancient knowledge. He is also a friend of Sir Enrico.
Nike
Also known as Nike the Traveler. Not much is known about him other than he like to travel the land, however rumour says that he is an expert with a longbow.
Cardinal Spudster
A representative of the temporal power the realm of Wasscar. He is a friend of sir Turylon a friendship which goes back to the time when he and Sir Turylon underwent training in the art of war. After they had finished the training together Sir Turylon continued to study to be a knight, while Cardinal Spudster sought his call of life with the church. He now works as an real estate evaluator and the occasional exorcism of evil spirits from possessed people by using traditional means.
King Frank[b]
Ruler of the city of Lustbourg. King Frank known to be a gentle king who often have helped the nobles of the neighbouring realm
[b]Queen Nadine[b]
A ruler of Lustbourg together with her husband King Frank. Queen Nadine is also known to be very gentle – people suspect that see can foresee the future, so farmers will often go to her and ask when the right time is to sow their crops and when to harvest - this is also why she bears the nickname of “Goddess of good news” among common people
[b]Frujin
Prince Frujin (the mage) lives in the far east he is the son of a tzar. Frujin has magic abilities and these abilities has he passed along to his daughter Lady 4zzy. Not much is known about prince Frujin and neither his whereabouts, but word has it that he is somewhere along the shores of the black sea
Finellach
Graf Finellach lives in a castle somewhere in the southeastern part, he is a close friend of Lord Elewyn and may know the whereabouts of prince Frujin the mage.
There will most likely come even more characters in the story.
Okay here goes:
Love & Schemes
Chapter 1.
by Sir Turylon
Sitting around a table with a bunch of drunken guys.. waiting for the woman to come in and see which drunken idiot would fall over his feet trying to get her dowry.... then the rest would laugh.. and then they'd get into a fight.. the woman would love it cause she was getting so much attention...
Chapter 2.
by Henrik
After the all the other nobles had left the round table and left for the night, Henrik pulled Sir Turylon to one side and whispered: "We'll nail that little pr*ck later !" and he continued: "Soon he wil learn!" (peal of laughter) muhahahah they both drew their swords and crossed them and swore an oath and then they both laughed muhahaha
Stay tuned for another addition of: Love & Schemes !
Chapter 3
by Sir Turylon
Early the next morning, a maid saw Drake emerge from Heretic's chambers with a gleeful bounce in his step. She snickered and went to report the findings to Sir Henrik. He laughed and immediately sent a message to Sir Turylon who spewed his morning tea while he read the hilarious message.
That evening, they cornered Drake in the hallway and questioned him about what he had done. Apparently, he tried to explain it by saying Heretic had bewitched him. The two did not buy it....
Sir Turylon enjoyed a joyful dinner with Sir Henrik and two lovely ladies from Germany. "So, we cornered that scurvy knight like France in WW2." "HAHA, that's right. He does not now what we have for him in store next week though. Did 4zzy send the shipment of pitch yet?" "No, I do not think she did. She seems pre-occupied with the lemon harvest." The two laughed and went back to their own keeps for a good nights rest with the german maidens.
Chapter 4.
by Henrik
After a good nights rest, actually it was a rather exhausting night, with the german maidens ! The two nobles, now waddling due to the nights "events", met again at the inn, to decide the proper approach on how to deal with their common South American problem, while they anxiously awaited the arrival of the package containing the pitch "That sure was exactly what the doctor ordered !" said sir Henrik while he walked ( read: waddled ) toward a table and continued: "I think i'll need to do some more exercise if we are to stay here for a longer period of time, coz otherwise these maids end up killing me !". The noble sir Sir Turylon looked at him with a somewhat equally look of "suffering" in his face and said: "yahhh, they sure know their thing !".
Then they ordered something to drink and toasted. "Eventough i was kinda "busy" last night, i did managed to come up with a plan !" said Sir Henrik. "alright ! ! !" said sir Turylon "I didn't !", "Well, tell me more then !".
Sir Henrik began to explain how they should try and trick Drake into riding to the nearby city of Lustbourg by sending him a message telling him that his "services" were urgently needed at the court in the castle of Lustbourg " well, as you very well know that in order for him to get there fast, he'll have to take the route through the mountains and i'll suggest that a few trusted men of ours will lie and wait for him when he passes cleavage ravine on his way over the breast hills ! they'll put him in a bag and ship him off to the gas swamps !"
After he was done explaining his rather unnoble plan, he looked at Sir Turylon and said: "what do think of that plan?". "Well, i don't know ! I could work, but we have to make sure that no-one puts two and two together and figure out that we had something to do with it !". Sir Turylon looked at Sir Henrik and stood from the table and finished his wine. "i'll have to think about it" he said, and then he left the inn.
Chapter 5.
by Sir Turylon
Sir Turylon gave Henrik's plan much thought that morning. He had a very hard time though since the German maiden kept walking by his room. He would have to go talk to Sir Enrico from Spain to see how the man could stay up all night and still be vigorous in the morning. He was looking over the plans, making a few small changes, since Henrik's plans had a tendency to turn French in there application, when Lady Heretic made a surprise visit.
"Ah, lady Heretic, what can I do for thee this fine European morning?" he said as he offered her some tea.
"I come on behalf of Sir Drake. I dearly like the man, and I fear that he will run into danger this evening. I come to beg that he is allowed to live in peace. I know I ask a lot of thee, but, I fear you are my only hope." She said to Sir Turylon with quivering voice.
Sir Turylon was always a sap for women in distress. He sat for a while, looking at lady heretic sobbing softly into her lemon colored pillow. "I do not know what garuntees I can make, m'Lady, but I will see what I can do." He walked her out of the keep and headed over to Sir Henrik's keep.
He arrived, full of confusion over what to do and found out Sir Henrik was upstairs in his chambers. A squire by the name of Cork lead him up the stairs where he heard strange noises coming from the room. Sensing some sort of evil plot unfolding, he broke through the look with sword drawn. He gasped and began to laugh when he say Henrik was doing sit-ups with the German maiden was holding his feet.
"Haha, you silly old man! getting ready for round two?" Henrik collapsed to the floor and began laughing. "What is it Sir Turylon? Are the plans finalized?"
"Well, about that. Lady Heretic beseached my good grace to not harm her beloved Sir Drake. I think we should re-think our plans. Chivalry demands that we do." Turylon helped the old man up to his feet and they went off to discuss the matter further,, but squire Cork just stood gasping at the German maiden.
Chapter 6.
by Haegemon
Sir Enrico Haegemo was a young knight-monk of great knowledge from the Fellowship of The Knights of the Holy Sunflower, an order known over all Europe and farer.
One day he, with some of his fellows, was taking care of the garden in the rear of the fortified temple of the order, when he heard a noise that was comming from the farm track used exclusively to acces to the fortress. Enrico saw an approaching knight mounted in a big brown horse, fine gallop & strong muscles like a hummer. "Probably isn't cheap to feed this kind of horse."-he thought, while was dropping a sickle he was using.
The knight was wearing a shining plate-armour without helmet, with a blue cloak over it which was tied with a golden chain around the chest. He stopped close to Enrico who was waitting sideway of the path.
"Pleasant day, don't you think?"-said the knight.
"Yes sir, it is. What concerns brings you to this remote lands?"
"I'm looking for Hagy 'the monk'. I heard he may could help me & that he was living here, in the surroundings. Can you help me good man?"-responded the knight.
"Yes, you found him. I'm Sir Enrico Haegemo member of the Fellowship of The Knights of The Holly Sunflower. Tell me what do you need from me, & for the rules of the chivalry I'll try to please your request."
"Nice to find you, I'm Sir Turylon from the far lands of Usan.
Well, for a reason I can't tell I need that a man could stay up all night and still be vigorous in the morning. Can you help me sir?"
"Let me think... Let's go, follow me."-said Enrico.
Sir Enrico followed by Sir Turylon went to the library inside the fortified temple. There he took a dusty book & looked it. After a while both men went to a room through a door in the bottom of the library. That room was plenty of flask & phials of unknown substances for Sir Turylon. Sir Enrico took a flask & said:
"Sir, this can help you. This flask contains a powerful substance distiled from a seedling flower called Viagris. The subject must ingest a dose of this substance, but be careful: do not mix it with alcohol or overdose the subject because the substance can cause undesired effects."
The knight assented, took the flask & left. Sir Enrico saw him from the battlements galloping fast in the distance. His last thought that noon was what could do that misterious knight with the flask...
Chapter 7.
by Henrik
When the noble sir Turylon come home to his and Sir Henrik's castle (Maidenbourg) he stopped by the inn called: "Virgin, but not for long" or for short: V.N.L in common speech, because he could hear happy music and loud and rather "ill-mannered" singing, he decided to investigate the phenomenon, so he went in. He soon discovered the cause of the "singing" (noise !) because it was "just" Sir Henrik who had started a little earlier than he normally used too. When Sir Henrik discovered Sir Turylon standing in the doorway he smiled and said: "*hiccup* ayyyy, izz it youuuu *hiccup* come an join yourrrr fe fe fel fellOW brother in arrmmzzzzz - both of you *hiccup & fart*", somehow Sir Turylon didn't excactly feel and irresistible urge to join the ongoing party, because he knew from hard learned experience that Sir Henrik could be a real pain in the *ss when he have had to much to drink and by the looks of him, that point seemed to have been passed two or maybe three bottles ago ! but on the other hand also he thought it was sad that Sir Henrik should sit there and drink all by himself - besides his code of chivalry also demanded him to take care of a fellow brother in "need", so he took a chair and sat down at the table "where in the *hiccup* world have you been? ", asked sir Henrik and looked at with a face where both eyes seemed to rotate in opposite directions in their eyesockets. "I have been visiting Sir Enrico Haegemo "Whoooo !", Sir Henrik suddenly stood up and almost tumbled over the table. "ahhh, come on you remember him don't you?", "NO!", shouted Sir Henrik. "Have you forgotten that we saved him from that gang of thugs who were about to end his you life all too soon!", said Sir Turylon. "Okaaayyyy, now i remember him", said Sir Henrik with a little gentler voice!". and Sir Turylon continued: "Well, we talked about the small problem you seem to have, and he was certain that he had a cure for your errrmmm disorder, so he gave me this little flask along with the instruction that you shall be careful how you take it *small pause* that means small doses and DON'T mix it with alcohol! He was VERY specific about that!". "well, hand the merchandise over !", demanded Sir Henrik, now impatient from the long admonitory speach. Sir Turylon gave him the flask and Sir Henrik looked at it and said: "Such a small flask - what good can it do anybody?". "Well" said Sir Turylon and continued: "I don't know, but please be careful, will ya". Sir Henrik took the cork of the flask and took a sniff at the flask, but immediately shock his head back: "What in the devil's name is that, it small like something coming from a hose's behind when it's sick or should i say near death! ?". "Well, i don't know", said Sir Turylon and continued: "This was what he gave me!". "Okay", said Sir Henrik "I might just as well test it now!". He took the top of flask to his mouth: "Bottoms up!", "PLEASE BE CAREFUL!", shouted Sir Turylon, but it was too late, Sir Henrik emptied the whole substance in the flask in one draught and shook his head a few times: "That damn thing taste even worse than it smells!" and he continued: "I need a swig of wine to chase that one!", "No you mustn't drink anything containing alcohol - remember what i said", said Sir Turylon with a somewhat anxious look. "Well, is it your throat or mine that's on fire right now!", said Sir Henrik with a grumpy voice. "Well, suit yourself", said Sir Turylon and continued: "but don't come back to me say i didn't try to warn you!". Then Sir Turylon stood up and left the table while he thought: he deserves what is coming to him! then he went out the door and walked toward his keep.
The next day, around noon, he went back to the inn to have a bottle of wine together with Sir Henrik like they always did, however there was no sign of him and when he asked the owner whether he had seen Sir Henrik, he just shook his head. Then Sir Turylon began to get a bit worried, so he hurried to Sir Henrik's keep. When he arrived at the keep he searched downstairs, but there was no sign of Sir Henrik, so he went upstairs to the second floor where Sire Henrik normally would be sitting in his great hall and receiving visitors, but not even here was there any sign of sir Henrik, then he decided to go to the third floor where sir Henrik had his sleeping quarters. The first thing he saw when coming up from the stairs, was one of Sir Henrik's maids ! Sir Turylon noticed that she had a blissful look in her eyes as she quickly waddled by him: "hmmmmmmmm", he thought noting of it and continued walking down the long corridor, when he reached the door to Sir Henrik's chambers he met two more of Sir Henrik's maids one sitting and one laying on the floor: "ohhh, noble Sir Turylon please help us back to our chamber we, because none of us are able to walk!" and the maid sitting continued: "I simply don't know what has gotten into our master Sir Henrik, such virility and strength it's so much more than we're used to from our good and noble lord!". Sir Turylon didn't gave'em more thought, because he was a bit concerned for his faithful brother in arms, so he opened the door and looked carefully inside, there he saw Sir Henrik laying on the bed with his arms stretching out from his body and with a look of salvation in his eyes! Sir Turylon look at Sir Henrik's head and downwards, his body was covered by a large green blanket made from silk, which reminded him of the large flat meadow behind the castle where they had their livestock grazing, however that was something which didn't seem to fit the description of the above above-mentioned and that was the large volcanic like structure that seem to raise in the middle of the blanket ! - Sir Turylon couldn't recall ever to have seen that on the meadow. "How are you?" he said to Sir Henrik. "Leave me alone!", he replied: "My body is sore and its aches!". "Well don't expect me to feel sorry for you", said Sir Turylon and continued: "Didn't i try to warn you not to drink it all at once!". "I can't really recall!", said Sir Henrik. The two friends sat on the bed and talked for while, when all of a sudden the church bell began to rang and people started to ran out of their houses shouting: "we're being ATTAAAACKEEEED !". Both Sir Turylon and sir Henrik rushed from the bed. "I'll go get my weapons and armour", shouted Sir Turylon and on his way through the door he continued: "Be ready to meet me at the main gate in 10 minutes!", and then he left. 10 minutes late the now fully equiped and battle ready Sir Turylon stood at the main gate and waited for Sir Henrik, he waited 10 minutes, but since Sir Henrik still hadn't showed up to lead the defence of the left curtain wall like he was supposed to, he then decided to go and get him himself. He ran as fast as he could in his armor to Sir Henrik's keep. When he arrived at the weapon room he saw sir Henrik standing with the upper part of his armor on, along with both sword and shield. "What's taken you so long?", he asked with an irritably voice. Sir Henrik replied with a shameful voice: "I can't get my pants on, they don't seem to fit!, so i'll guess you'll have fight this battle alone". Sir Turylon shook his head and left the keep.
Chapter 8.
by Sir Turylon
Laughing his *** off all the way to the gate, Sir Turylon rounded up a few town guards to meet the incoming menace. At first he could not see what it was, but the spec grew in size until it turned into a mighty purple colored dragon. "Hold your fire men, there is somebody riding that beast." He noticed a slender female sitting on the neck of the purple beast holding some sort of staff. She walked the dragon over towards the wall and jumped off the dragon, landing a sparse ten feet from Sir Turylon. The female was dressed in some sort of scant chainmail with satin clothes underneath. Her face was covered with a purple mask which she removed and placed on the parapet. "Hah, good day lady 4zzy. What brings you to the land of Maidenbourg?" Lady 4zzy grined and began to speak in the riddles that she does. "Help someone saught not long ago. Here it is now for them. Turn this invasion we will now. Dragons from far and wide have come. Angry they are at Sir Elewyn. Defiled were their nests by him. Broken were their eggs by him. Revenge be theirs now that he has come. Make ready we will now." She laughed and shook Sir Turylon's hand before remounting the purple dragon. Sir Turylon motioned for the guard captain to beat a call to arms across the villages.
"Sire, a rider is approaching the east gate!" Sir Turylon heard as he just walked down the steps off of the wall. He moved quickly over to the east gate. Sir Henrik must have been mistaken, because the armor he wore was not as cumbersome as Henrik thought. Upon arrival at the gate, the rider dismounted their horse and to Sir Turylon's surprise it was lady Heretic. "Sir Turylon, have you thought over my plea any further?" She said as she gave him the small puppy-dog face. Sir Turylon adjusted his sword belt and coughed slightly. "Why, yes we have. Sir Henrik is in no shape to do any fighting this day. He keeps falling over when he tries to walk. Tell Sir Drake that the evil Lord Elewyn of Dunghold Keep have began to move this way. He should bring his forces here, for we have the pledged support of lady 4zzy and her dragonkin." Lady Heretic jumped up in down from hearing the joyous news and grabbed Sir Turylon in a hug before she took off to tell her little Drakey-poo knight the good news.
Sir Henrik emerged at that time, finally able to stand erect straight after his horrible incident with Sir Enrico's juice. "What was that all about? Did I see a big purple dragon?" Sir Turylon laughed at the silly old man and nodded. "Aye, lady 4zzy came over as well as lady Heretic. Lord Elewyn the stout is moving towards our keep with his army of varangian midgets. We should make ready for the defense. Lady Heretic is going to 'convince' Sir Drake to come over as well. To arms, my brother. We fight tonight, and celebrate through morning!"
The two hastily made ready the defenses. Lady 4zzy arrived again with her dragonkin and a full supply of lemons for the siege. Sir Drake came riding up with a huge grin on his face, with lady Heretic trailing with an equally broad grin. The five nobles went over plans for the defense against the evil lord Elewyn the stout. The agreed that Sir Drake should take charge of the western wall, while Sir Henrik and Sir Turylon guarded the eastern and northern segments. Lady 4zzy would take charge of the southern wall, while lady Heretic was put in charge of supply and logistics.
They sat tight on top of their defenses, while night came. War was upon them, and tonight the fighting would be remembered for eons in lore and song.
Chapter 9
by Heretic
Heretic sits in her throne in her room.What about she is thinking?Of course!Why she need to defend the castle and realm,which is not hers?To stand on the same wall with "these" teasing lords?Fight against Elewyn,(evil lord?Hm.Good to have such ally,muhuhahaha)which was/is her friend (find one post his in this thread)?Nono.She stands up and go to the castle yard."Guards!Bring me my Unicorn!"said Heretic."I come back to my realm,to my citadel to the West."she thought in her mind.
"What a hell is going on?!"shout Sir Henrik when he remarked that Heretic is leaving.He ran to Heretic,which is mounted on her Unicorn,and shouts why she is leaving.Heretic said:"Why I need to fight against your enemy?I have my problems in my lands and I don't need to stay here.I don't want my Dragons and Unicorns would die in this battle.Leave them in their Forest,in my realm.We don't want another war,and the one safe place under this sun is the Moonar Forest."-and she urged Unicorn on."What a strange lady..Okay,go to your Forest,we can win this battle without your help!"-said Sir Henrik and came back to his training grounds.
Chapter 10.
by hawk_knight
When Sir Turylonm, sir Henrik, lady 4zzy and sir Drake Maethor wear defending the walls. There saw a large force of the evil lord Elewyn comming from the sky. Henrik said that that are the black dragons of evil. There where coming towards the castle walls but then something had happen a white light came from the north. There where white dragons and white hawks coming from the north. a person was sitting on the biggest white dragon.When the white dragons came closer the saw that Lord Hawk_knight came to help them to fight the black evil dragons and the evil lord Elewyn.
Chapter 10½ - Meanwhile near the city
by Nike
Nike the Traveler stood in the forest near the city, watching the armies prepare for battle. He couldn't understand why is Lord Elewyn attacking. He knew him well from his previous travels and knew that something's not right. Lord Elewyn would never attack without warning. Not if he was in his own mind. Somebody else must control his minds! That's the only explanation! But what could he do? The battle was going to begin. There was no time! Or... Perhaps... Hmmm... There is hope...
Chapter 11.
by Henrik
The defenders were really happy to receive the reinforcement provided by Lord Hawk_knight, because eventhough they had lots of men the opposition of the evil Lord Elewyn were beginning to wear down their combined armies. The fierce battle raged on for many hours with many casualties on both sides. Then at some point the evil Lord Elewyn landed his beast in the inner court yard along with a few of his elite units in order to take the castle from the inside. Sir Drake Maethor saw this happen diverted his forces to meet the threat, his men rushed from the curtain wall and with superior leadership Sir Drake Maethor and his men managed to slay quite a few numbers of evil Lord Elewyn’s elite units. Evil Lord Elewyn fought like mad, but eventually had to surrender his sword to Sir Drake Maethor, when Sir Henrik and Sir Turylon joined the onslaught with their forces also. After the battle evil Lord Elewyn was laid in iron and chains and thrown in the castle’s dungeon: “That will teach him a lesson!”, said Lord Hawk_knight. “To the inn!”, shouted Sir Henrik jumping up and down and continued: “I’ll lead the way!”. Then he ran toward the V.N.L inn. The rest soon followed. after a few hour the brave warriors had cleaned their wounds and gotten something to eat and drink, Sir Turylon stood up from his table: “What shall we do about evil Lord Elewyn?”, he asked. “Let’s hang him and let the crows feed on him!”, said Sir Drake Maethor. “I’ll drink *hiccup* to that one”, said Sir Henrik. It was quite clear that he was beginning to be in a good mood. “I think a fair trail he deserves!”, said Lady 4zzy thoughtful. “But who is skilled and knowledgably enough to prosecute him?” said Sir Turylon. “a job for Sir Enrico Haegemo of Aragontinias this must be, insight in many things he possesses”, said Lady 4zzy. “Let’s send for him then!”, said Lord Hawk_knight. *I’ll *hiccup* drink to that one *hiccup* & *fart* and THEN we’ll *hiccup* hang him!”, said a voice. Then the four…..well the five of them agreed to send a messenger to Sir Enrico Haegemo of Aragontinias. Then 4zzy, Sir Drake Maethor, Sir Turylon and Lord Hawk_knight all went to their quarters for the night - a “little” later sir Henrik did the same: “It’s strange that there seem to be further home from the inn, than from the home to the inn”, he wondered on his zig-zagging way back to his keep.
Three days later they got word from the messenger they had sent to Sir Enrico Haegemo of Aragontinias, that he was interested in handling the trail of evil Lord Elewyn, so they waited one and a half day for his arrival. When he came he greeted and thanked the five heros for their defeat of evil Lord Elewyn. “Let me see the prisoner!”, said Sir Enrico. “This way”, said Sir Turylon and lead him to the castle’s dungeon. There they went to the cell where evil Sir Elewyn was kept in iron and chains. Sir Enrico stood completely still and looked at him for a while “hmmmmmm, something isn’t right here”, he said. “What do you mean?”, said Sir Turylon. “I don’t know what it is, but I sense something just isn’t right”, mumbled Sir Enrico and continued: “Please get 4zzy down here, will ya!”. Sir Turylon went to Lady 4zzy who was occupied by feeding her purple beast and he could hear her petting the beast: “Mommy’s little naughty beast, you are!” and then she kissed it gently on its forehead. “Weee, grumfff, gruuummfff”, it replied. “That’s one lucky beast!”, thought Sir Turylon, while he was walking towards Lady 4zzy. “I should tell you to come and see Sir Enrico in the dungeon”, he said upon arriving. “Okay, but finish feeding the beast you must for me do!”, she replied. Sir Turylon agreed to do so, but only after Lady 4zzy had promised him that her beast wouldn’t bite him. When 4zzy came down into the dungeon, she went straight to Sir Enrico who still stood and watched evil lord Elewyn who seemed very come. “I sense that there is something wrong here”, said Sir Enrico to lady 4zzy and continued: “It’s almost as if he is under some kind of spell or is possessed by something!”. “A look at him I will take”, said Lady 4zzy. She stood for a while and look at evil Lord Elewyn whereafter closed her eyes and began to chant. At first noting really happened, but all of a sudden evil Lord Elewyn began to go berserk in his iron and chains and he began to speak in many different voices and spurt of flames began to come out of his ***, threatening to set the straw which were spread out on the floor, on fire ! Suddenly 4zzy stopped her chanting and said: “Do it I can’t!” and began to walk away from the cell, they both began walk up from the dungeon and toward the courtyard. “What do you mean by you can’t?”, asked Sir Enrico. “Whatever into him has gotten is very powerful”, she said. “There must be something we can do about this whatever it is who’s possessed him!” said Sir Enrico and continued: “Maybe we can make a plan and some sort of a potion if we work together, let us find a place come an discuss it further!”
It was a few hours past noon when 4zyy and Sir Enrico arrived at the V.N.L inn to report to the other nobles who were assembled there “Is *hiccup* he gonna hang now?” said a familiar voice when they interred the door at the inn. “NOooo!” they both shouted. “Damn I had *hiccup* been looking *hiccup* forward to one!” and Sir Henrik continued: “It has been *hiccup* a while since we had *hiccup* the last one!”. 4zyy and Sir Enrico told the others of their discovery and that evil Lord Elewyn was possessed by something, which made him the way he was. “Very powerful and dark forces behind this is, feel it can I”, said 4zzy. Then they began initiated Sir Turylon, Sir Henrik, Sir Drake Maethor and Lord Hawk_knight in their plan to exorcise the “thing” which had gone into evil Lord Elewyn. “Now this is a two step plan”, said Sir Enrico and continued: “First we have to get the horn of a unicorn and I order to get this we need a virgin”, “Virgin were!”, interrupted Sir Henrik. “I’ve ALMOST had with you!”, said sir Turylon and continued: “One of these days I’ll drag your horny little *** out into the courtyard and give you a good spank and will you please stop chasing those bar maids for Christ sake!”, then Sir Turylon turned towards Sir Enrico, coughed slightly and said: “Please continue, Sir Enrico”. And so Sir Enrico continues: “because as you’re all well aware of these creatures will only come near a virgin - is there any virgins around?”. “Well, that could be a problem around here”, said Sir Turylon and scowled at Sir Henrik who tried to look at any other place than into Sir Turylon’ face. “What is the next step after we have gotten hold a horn of a unicorn?”, asked Sir Drake Maethor. “Then we’ll have to gather a huge force and take the fight to the nest of evil itself – only in this way can we ever hope of defeating it”, said Sir Enrico. “But gathering such a force will take a huge amount of time, because our own forces are in a poor state and the men are recovering from our last battle!”, said Sir Turylon. “Then it look like we’ll have to rely on the good will of King Frank and Queen Nadine in the city of Lustbourg”, said Lord Hawk_knight and continued: “If we plea our case to them, then they might lend us the troops we need to succeed”, “But in order to get to Lustbourg fast we’ll have to go through the cleavage ravine on our way over the breast hills and that place is perfect for an armbush – trust us on that one !”, said Sir Henrik and continued “If the evil forces get any idea about our plan it will almost certain that they’ll try to attack us there!”. Well, let’s take first ting first and worry about that when it’s time to worry about that, okay! I’ll suggest we proceed according to Sir Enrico and Lady 4zzy’s plan”. They all agreed, then they split up and went to their quarters for a good night sleep.
Chapter 12. - The day after.
by Sir Turylon
The battle had gone well for the alliance of lemon nobles. Sir Elewyn the stout had been captured and his true nature had been revealed. Lady Heretic had abandoned her allies in the middle of the siege, turning French and running from the field of battle before it even began. (I just had to!) Sir Turylon and Henrik woke at the usual time of 5 o'clock in the morning to find that Sir Drake had taken off to try to persuade his lover Lady Heretic to take him back. The silly man had no strength in him at all Sir Turylon thought as he walked up to the top of the keep for a sight of the city. He was surprised to see that Lady 4zzy was already up and watching her purple dragons fly around grapping cows for breakfest. She did not notice him, so he just stood there and watched her hair flow in the gentle breeze. After a few moments he realized what he was doing and shock his head to clear any thoughts out. Damn Sir Henrik is infecting me with his disease! He walked over towards Lady 4zzy and she called out to him. "Great morning this is, is it not Sir Turylon. Wild was last night, drinking singing and merriment. Drunk Sir Henrik was much, hit in me he did too much. Hit on me too little did you. Problem with Elewyn the stout bigger than we thought. Much evil is stored in his being. Evil witchcraft from over source I fear in him. What say you, oh knight who didn't hit on me?" Sir Turylon blushed cause she was still wearing the semi-transperant clothes she had on the previous night. "You haven't been to bed yet, have you Lady 4zzy?" She shook her head no. "Well then, to bed you must go for now to regain strength. Agree we do on Elewyn the stout. I fear a great evil in him as well, but the source is blocking my sight. We must search for Cardinal Spudster since he has the gift of divination. He might see where this great evil lurks." Lady 4zzy nodded her agreement and turned back to looking out over the town. "Much damage did befall this land last night. Much to do, the serfs have this day. Much charming you have left to do. Make haste shall ye do it in if bed you want me to go." Sir Turylon blushed and coughed. "Um.. I meant you should go get some sleep... not the other..um.." Lady 4zzy laughed and smiled, "So innocent you are, yet so devious ou may be. I sense an aura of good and unkown in you. Sleep I now will. Dragons guard city while I sleep. Disturb me not, anyone cept you." She walked down to sleep in one of the many spare rooms just as Sir Henrik stumbled his way up to the top of the keep. "What was that all about? She was giggling as she walked by me. What did you do to her man." Sir Henrik said as he stood next to Sir Turylon. "Haha, nothing. yet... So.. feel up to some breakfest before we survey the damage? Lady 4zzy has agreed that we should seek Cardinal Spudster for divination on the evil which is in Elewyn the stout. I fear that we might have to search far to find him, perhaps even going across the cursed realms of Graf Finellach and his orc minions. For now, we should look to the morning." Sir Henrik nodded and the two set off down to the tavern. The German maidens were there, and Henrik nearly collapsed with fatigue when he saw them. Silly old man, that is what happens when you chase after something so much younger than yourself. Sir Turylon though as they ordered a pitcher of lemonade and a platter of danishes.
Chapter 13. - Cogitations of Enrico.
by Haegemon
"A week have passed since a messenger arrived to the Aragontinias' fortified temple. And I need to think about all events that have been passed since the first visit of Sir Turylon..."
Since he left, something was moving in my mind, his voice and clothes were familiar to me. Finally, I could remember a day when I was travelling alone & a gang of four brigands assaulted me to steal my coins, unfortunately I only was wearing civillian clothes and my dagger, while they had long swords. All at once appeared two mounted knights. One of them looked me like an overlord: he was wearing a full-body steel-armour with fine engravings, & on the helmet he had engraved a crown. Over the armour, fine orange robe weared him. The other one was without doubt a knight: was wearing a full-body shining steel-plate armour, with a blue cloak over it which was tied with a golden chain around the chest.
"Seems there are some villains in our way milord".-said the knight.
"Yes my friend. Can we help you good man?.-said de noble to me.
I had barelly no time to respond, that the villains drop their swords & start to scoot like if they were pursued by the devil. Both knights started to laugh & I felt relif. They left but before the noble introduced himself. Seems he finally was a noble: "Lord Henrik of Maidenbourg, there is my castel"-. his own words.
The knight don't said anything only assented with his head, raised his hand and left behind the noble.
...Well, what coicidence I thought when remembered.
Five days later of Sir Turylon's departure, I was doing my usual dutys with my fellows. Take care of the garden, take care of our animals, doing the bussines than to an order like our must concern and adquiring knowledge. At late-noon when we were taking time to some relax & fun in the great hall when a messenger arrived with a rolled message for me. The sealed message had the mark of Henrik of Maidenbourg. In it he was asking me to travel to his castel for an urgent affair of my interest.
I decided to depart inmediately, but I said to the messenger that he had to advance the news & he left. Some of my fellows wanted to left with me, but that still wasn't the time.
Three days after my departure, I arrived to Midenbourg. A beautifull fortified city witch has a castel of Scandinavian style in the center, over a hill. Orange pennons & standars were tolling down from walls & towers. I was wearing my full-body silvery steel-plated armour & over the chest a big round golden flower, The Sunflower. I took also a long sword & my dagger.
I went inside the castle to the great hall, & there around a large square table & a big chimney, what was my surprise when I saw known faces, & unknown... There were:
Lord Henrik of Maidenburg, wearing fine noble clothes.
Sir Turylon the knight from the far Usan, with fine clothes and his blue cloack.
Lady 4zzyana 'the carphatian' from Tirgu Mures, which is surrounded by the moutains where the dragons were from. She is a strong & sensitive woman which it's the only quality that permits to train a dragon, this and some lemons. There are few dragons in the world maybe one or two, but which one its hers loved pet, a big purple dragon. I met her time ago, while I was in a bussines-travel with some fellows, in a ship took for the order to sail through the Black Sea. She was still training her dragon, & this tired couldn't resist to take a rest over the ship's mast. She was moving her arms up & down like a bird, while shouting obnoxious nasty words. One of my fellows told her that she & her mate could rest, that she don't had to worry. We all told histories & talked long until she left with her purple friend.
She was wearing, "like usually in battle"-she told, "a short leather dress with a top chainmail & satin clothes underneath (laughs), and a dagger in my thigh. And if it's not enough, I have my little purple friend."-she said. Her dragon is the brute force she need to win. She commands him with a staff. But in the castel she was wearing a comfortable & sexy red short dress and her dagger, of course.
A noble called Lord Drake 'the metheor' from the far Argenta, which was wearing a red robe but with the inner part in yelow. In that moment he was wearing formal clothes. But I guess what kind of armour he could wear. I heard that in his lands people barelly don't use the sword, instead they use a weapon called 'boleadoras', which consist in two balls of iron or steel joinned with a rope o chain. They're good with it hunting & fighting.
And a knight called Sir Hawk 'the lord'. He was a Hollander. They're hard to fight in battle, skilled with the sword and strong with the mace or the hammer. Usually they use leather armours with bronze chest, also their helmets cover their head & nose. Sir Hawk was wearing this but din't had the helmet right now.
I took off my helmet and sat to relax after a long journey, we conversed some time, & finally was told to me the motive for my presence. It was the Lord Elewyn ruler of Bohemia. A noble that I know, or better that I knew long time ago, & a friend of mine, always obssessed for the seek of ancient knowledge. And now a prisoner. Acompained by Sir Turylon I went down to the dungeon, & there in a dark side of the cell was Lord Elewyn. Wearing a dark steel armour, with a coat of mail in the head, kept in iron & chains.
It was strange to me when they told me about the attack they sufered carried by dark dragons...really strange. I asked for Lady 4zzyana.
"The specie of the dragons is barelly extint, & the firsts were the black dragons, whom humans pursued till the last due to their servility to evil. Here is happening something devil."-I thought.
I couldn't do nothing for him this time, but I had to tell something to the Lords & Ladys, because they were really worried, & some knights wanted to execute by hanging Lord Elewyn. Something very bad for Travelers & Merchants like Nike, which knows very well the southeast route between Bohemia & Carphatia, and the Bohemian people's devotion for their overlord Elewyn 'the seeker'.
At the afternoon, we relaxed visiting the city that I never had visited, maybe others neither, I heard like Lord Henrik was presumming about his city & its citizens preferably females. Also Sir Turylon was proud of his adoptive city. People on street was surprised & happy seeing his overlord & such nobles & knights.
At the early-night in the City's Inn, whole reserved for us, we relaxed taking some beers & disscused what to do to with Lord Elewyn, before return to the castle to sleep.
"Always liked me sleep in the Inn but nobles don't"- I thought when we left.
The next day, Lord Drake departed early in the morning for some reason, while the others spent the day around the castle. While the Dragon's Guard was guarding the castle.
The Dragon's guard it's the most ancient of the world. Was founded during the ages of the white dragons, the most pure dragons & leaders of all the other races of dragons, when the King Drako II of Carphatia lend some troops to the King Hurteman I from Scandinavia, which Maidenburg was part of. These troops, which need a special skill to be 'Dragonners' made use of dragons as a mount. The relation between the dragonner & his dragon was strong & tight, this means that the dragon & the dragoner could fight till death for his mate.
Carphatians in origin, these troops established in Scandinavia. During the dark ages the world turn into war, after which the dragons' specie was practically decimated & the white dragons extint. The black dragons were extermined by humans for his traitorous behavior against their specie. The remnants lived with his mates until they died.
After the dark ages the world recuperate its light but Scandinavia was no more. When founded the realm of Midenbourg, that corp once was 'The Dragonners', become The Dragon's guard which is exclusively the castle guard, in memory of the lost dragon mates.
"...A week has passed...Today Lord Drake has return with him, a nymph of nature, a godess of the sea...the princess Lady Eva Heretic from Lietuva, where is said that exist a forrest where still live the remnants of unicorn's specie & the little white dragons. In fact they're not real dragons, but in that realm like call them this way, in memory of the white dragons. She wears a blue dress of noble cloth, long till cover her feet. Golden pendants with incrusted jewels and a golden crown with incrusted gems that covered her brown & long hair. A fine woman but with strong character, she normally don't shrink in front a dificult & she knows how use a dagger. Anyway is all I heard about her. But she has a sad glance, like she would evade to some place.
Seems she decided to come when she heard that Lord Elewyn was captured & could be executed.
All is ready to execute the plan we prepared in the Inn a week ago to save Lord Elewyn. I'm not sure obout its success, but I don't dare to tell the others. I don't want to broke their hopes.
Something weird is happening & we must understand it first. What did Lord Elewyn before, what or who provoqued his curse, what he was seeking & what he found. I the most disturbing...the black dragons... How a race extint since the age of the white dragons, related with evil powers, that humans finally destroyed, exists hundreds of years after its extintion. I have to find these answers...we have to find them..."
Chapter 14
by Spudster
Sir Turylon and Sir Henrik ate, laughed and drank to the goodness of the good. Lord Elewyn was captured in the dungeon and everyone was sleeping in the small town, but the two nobles laughed all night. “I need some sleeeeeeeeppp, auuuhhhmmmm *yawn*” said Sir Henrik. “Yeah, that sounds really good,” replied Sir Turylon. The two went off and slept peaceful dreams. In the morning, Enrico Haegemon was milling about thinking of some plan of some sort. Sir Turylon was up since 5 am, but Sir Henrik was still dreaming. Sir Turylon strolled quietly into Henrik quarters and came right up to his nose. “GET UP YOU LAZY BASTARD!” yelled Turylon. Henrik awoke with a startling “AHH, what is it!” and left for the showers. Turylon shook his head is amazement, “How can he be so lazy, yet have so much strength and power to be a knight. He amazes me sometimes.” The two went for their morning stroll around the city talking about the day’s events. “I will go to Cardinal Spudster today and have him tell me the meaning of this curse of Lord Elewyn. He has a great divinity that I must consult and ask what of this curse,” said Sir Turylon. “That would be great, and while your at it, bring him here to the castle and he can evaluate our realm why he’s at it. For you know that he is the great evaluator. Through his wise thinking and good judgment, he can evaluate our kingdom.” “All you want is to be proud and have some more ladies come from the outer lands once they hear of our kingdom and how great it is,” replied Turylon. “Yeah, basically,” answered Henrik.
They returned and Henrik made an address to the people of the city. “Cardinal Spudster will be coming to evaluate the city 2 days from now. Clean up the streets and your homes. Make it presentable for the great Cardinal!” Sir Turylon, Sir Enrico, Lady 4zzy, and Sir Drake all stood in the hallway near the balcony where Henrik was making his speech. They listened and laughed quietly. “He’s so funny! He stands there and thinks so highly of himself! He wouldn’t be here if it hadn’t been for us!” said Enrico. The rest just continued laughing.
Sir Henrik finished his speech and said to Turylon on the way back in, “Now, go get that Cardinal.” Sir Turylon was off in the next 15 minutes. On his way to the land of Wasscar to meet the Cardinal, Sir Turylon met many people including the traveler Nike. They talked a bit about the great battle and then continued on to Wasscar. “Man, the guy gives me the creeps. I feel like he is a undercover spy or something. He does travel around to different places a lot,” thought Turylon. Sir Turylon eventually made it to the large mansion (but not a castle) of Cardinal Spudster. He knocked on the great gate and a humble guard opened the small hatch. “What do you want?” said the guard. “I’m here for a meeting with the Cardinal my good lad,” answered Turylon. The guard had another guard go up and ask the Cardinal if this was true. The guard came back and let Turylon in. After entering a tremendous courtyard and a beautiful garden area, he entered the enormous hallway. After asking a beautiful maid where the Cardinal’s room was, he entered the stairwell. “Wow, that maid was prettier than any other maid in my kingdom!” thought he. He entered the Cardinal’s room and shook hands with Spudster.
“Hey my good chap!” said Turylon. “How’s the old friend now?” asked Spud. “Not bad, I just have a question for you. I would like you to come to the kingdom and inspect Henrik and my realm. Really, Henrik just wants to have a good report for the surrounding realms. It would be good on our reputation and we might have some more people come and visit. Could you do that?” “Well, I could do that for you if you would like. No, I be more than happy to help out an old barracks buddy!” replied Spudster. “Great, I also have another thing. Could you come and find out what is wrong with our old enemy Elewyn? We captured him in a battle a few days ago, and he seems to have a curse on him. Even the noteworthy 4zzy couldn’t decipher his ranting.” “I could try to see what is wrong with him, sure.” relied Spudster.
Spudster packed his things and grabbed his favorite horse, Nat. Sir Turylon got on his noble steed Charlie. Nat and Charlie rode their two masters off for a 2 day journey back to Henrik and Turylon’s realm. As soon as the Cardinal had gotten to the capital city, he started the inspecting right away. For 3 days he inspected every bit of detail in the city and already knew the street plan of the city. After he was done, he made a great speech to how well the city was kept and the neatness it showed. Everyone cheered and Henrik gave the closing remarks. Then, the night was of partying at the V.N.L Inn with great scores of Danishes and lemonade, a great summer snack. The next morning, Turylon, Henrick, 4zzy, Drake, and Spudster all went down into the dungeon to see how Elewyn was doing. After some time of studying, the Cardinal said with great disbelief, “He has a severe case of dragontaker, also known as Asgermondgrong. He will need some horse dung and tomato paste to rub on himself and then wash himself off. Then he needs to bathe in the river for 3 hours. After that he should be fine.” Everyone was astonished. Usually, dragontaker could kill a person instantly. Amazingly, Elewyn had lived with it for 3 years. One gets it from being with demonic dragons for over 2 weeks.
Chapter 14½
By Nike
Nike was watching as Sir Turylon left the castle. "Something is going on", he tought, "I must speak with him!" He rushed towards him and they stopped for a "friendly chat". Soon he found out two things: 1. They're going to hang Lord Elewyn and 2. Turylon is going to Cardinal Spudster. "I don't believe those church things! I bet the cardinal will tell him "He will need some horse dung and tomato paste to rub on himself and then wash himself off" or some other crap like that. Enough have I wasted my time! Graf Finellach will help! I hope..."
Finellach was a close friend to Lord Elewyn and, perhaps, he would know what has happend with him. He had some experience with dragons (or Zmeiove, as we call them) but only the green ones. Nobody knows from where the Black Drakes came. Does it have something to do with Drake 'The Metheor"? Or with his Lady - The Heretic? Too much questions, too few answers! And the time is short!
After a week of fast riding, the Traveler arrived at Finellachs castle.
- We have a problem! - he said as he entered his throne room. - Lord Elewyn has gone mad and attacked Sir Henriks city. He also used... Black dragons. He is possessed but nobody knows from what. Sir Enrico has a plan to lift the spell from him, but we must take care of those who have put the spell!
- I have heard of a Great magician - the Mage Frujin - who lives on the shores of the Black Sea. - said the wise Graf - Unfortunately, I haven't heard anything of him soon. There are rumours he is preparing a great spell, "Knights of Honor" he calls it, but nothing is sure. I'm sure only that he'll be able to help. Go, find him and ask him for his help! You know the region well. And I shall go to Maidenbourg and see what can I do!
- Alright, I'll ride as fast as I can! Farewell, Finellach!
Chapter 15
By 4zzy
All our friends were gathered in the dungeon to observe how the treatment proposed by Cardinal Spudster would work. It was a rather rare obsession and nobody in the last 200 years haven’t seen anybody who had it and in more of millennium nobody survived it, so the atmosphere was tense. Lord Henrik prepared a draw to determine who would treat Evil Lord Elewyn with the horse dung ant he tomato paste and Lord Turylon had the honor to pick the draw. He put his hand deep in the box and picked a small slip of paper and hesitated for a small moment before unfolding it… Nobody really wanted to do the dirty work and it was not only the horse dung that stopped the noble men from volunteering, it was the unsteadiness and even perhaps fright from the evil curse. Lord Turylon didn’t want to see the name first out of superstition and turned it to the other heroes waiting to see whose face would darken with the cloud of disappointment, but rather strangely everyone looked back at him with smiles and his best friend Lord Henrik looked even strangely amused. He turned the paper to himself to see his own name and took the responsibility any honorable man would. He thought shortly about saying something to Lady 4zzy but dismissed the thought almost momentarily, knowing that if something really happened with him all other would come to his rescue. All those thoughts were beginning to leave him when he was pushed in the dungeon cell with only to buckets – one full of horse wastes the other with tomato paste delivered by the fair Lord Drake who strangely referred to it as “salsa”. He turned back for a moment only to see how Lord Henrik locks the door behind him and wishes him .
After the door was “secured” Lord Henrik grinned to all who were gathered around him and showed them that every slip of paper that he prepared was with the name of Lord Turylon and took out a bottle of fine wine proposing to drink for the happy occasion.
However his minute of fame (everybody was quite happy with his mischievousness, which spared them the need to risk their lives) was put to an end by a messenger who rushed into the dungeon and at the end of his strings gave to Lady 4zzy who moved to help him a message. From his confused speech only one thing could be understood - that it was of great importance to her and than he passed away just when Lord Henrik offered him a glass of wine.
4zzy started reading the letter and by the impression of her face everybody could tell that the news was bad.
“Sorry I am, friends, but no more can I stay with you. Haste I must make to my home, because upon it a great trouble has fallen. On the next fool moon expect me you can, promise I make to return to you our business with the curse to finish, but no more I can say now. Farewell and my best regards to Lord Turylon do send, for his bravery is worth it.”, she said and turned to leave. In that moment Lord Drake grabbed her hand and said
“You can’t leave us like that, tell us what is going on we can help you perhaps.” Lord Henrik joined as well “Yes, you must not go alone, tell us what is going on. I will prepare my fair maids and the special “inn-on-wheels-o-matic” I recently invented and we will accompany you.”
“Sorry I am, but better it is for you here to stay, the curse to solve. Return I will as fast as I can.” and she left for her chambers to prepare herself. Before it was noon a squadron of gold and green dragons lead by their purple brother and her lady left the city of Maidenburg and headed east. The terrible news of her home had struck 4zzy so deep that she could not even share them with her friends, she had to check everything for herself first and than to decide what to do. Now she had to leave for her grandfather’s kingdom which stretched from the high cliffs of her home in the north, to the vast mountains and the White Sea in the south, from the Black Sea – east, to the big lakes of Ochrid and Prespa in the west. The letter was written by her father prince Frujin and brought only grim news to her:
“Hello, my dear daughter, I regret that I have to write to you in this difficult time and that I could not reach you earlier, but the circumstances are such. The detested Lemon-worshipers have attacked us again and this time with a force we could not expect from them. They must have planned this invasion for years and now we face difficult times. I understood hat you left your home mountains and headed west, unfortunately whatever business you have there it is imperative that you come back as quick as possible, along with your dragon squadrons. Now I head west of the Hemus Mountains to meet the hordes of our enemies. The tsar, your grandfather, will wait for you in the city of Turnov where he inevitably will have to lead the defenses against the coming siege. Be swift for he cannot withstand for long the enemy hordes.
Your father
Prince Frujin
PS
If we do not see each other any more, know that I love you more than everything.”
She barely could stop herself from crying knowing what was happening in her home. The detested enemies were back again. She was a small child when her grandfather went on a march against them and defeated their kingdom in the far east. Since than they paid their annual tribute in lemons and she could make her lemonade (oh how she loved lemonade). But now something was wrong, without any warn they attacked again and it was her duty to defend her people.
She flew three long days without a stop for food, water, or rest and when she reached her citadel in the mountains she was completely exhausted. She stayed there for one day and left for Turnov to wage a war. The only dragons she could take were those she left behind at first – most of them too young, the other too old, the real warriors were already at the end of their strength from traveling and were to come only after few long days. On the fourth day after she left Maidenburg she took three squadrons of dragons, ten beasts in each, and left to meet the tsar who waited for her in great trouble.
After another day she reached the capital of her country but what she saw threw her in the deepest sorrow. All the way south she saw on the ground columns of refugees but didn’t have the time to stop and talk to them, se could only hope it was not over yet. But all hope left her now. She saw the burning city from kilometers and prepared her dragons for battle. Even if the enemy was already behind the walls – burning and raiding, they would remember this last attack. The thirty beasts rushed though the air and the wind passing by their wings made such a terrible noise that the “lemonheads” were already in panic when 4zzy reached them. Not much was left from the once beautiful city, most of the towers were destroyed, the houses of the people and mansions of the nobles were burning, and even the palace was left in ruins. The battle was lost some days ago and only few hundred of the enemy were plundering what riches were left. They met the pure fury of the dragons and were no match for them. Celebrating their victory, they didn’t expect the attack and couldn’t organize their defense at all. Every one of them was chased like an animal on the streets and killed, but this could not bring relief for 4zzy. The last one of the lemon-worshipers, trying to save his life proposed to do whatever she wanted from him, even opened his purse and offered his holy lemon to her.
“What know you, lemonhead, of what happened to the tsar, and where his son Frujin is, speak or die!” demanded she in her rage.
“The old tsar is dead, your humble servant is afraid that his people killed him after the city fell, but his son is unaccounted for. He was defeated with his armies almost a month ago south of the Long Mountains and afterwards his whereabouts are unknown for me. The rumor has it that he hides in the vast mountains in the south but no more is known to me, please don’t kill me I told you what I know!”
“Go may you now, but curse let fall on all of you for what you here done have!” whispered 4zzy and turned her back to the burning city and left for good.
She headed for the vast mountainous region in the south to search for her father, but before that she dismissed her flock and assigned them tasks to fly around the country to see what the situation is and where the resistance was still alive. With her she left only two of the best dragons and her purple companion of course. After three days of pointless search her luck struck and she could capture a spy of the enemy. They surely were aware that her father was somewhere in the region and searched for him as well. From the man she learned that Frujin was hiding in a monastery not far away – just in a few hours flight, and the lemonheads already gathered a force to attack him as early as tomorrow or the day after. 4zzy was so happy to hear that her father was still alive that she even spared the life of the spy, but he wasn’t important anyway, by tomorrow she would be half the way to her mountain fortress with her father and nobody could stop her.
As she approached the beautiful monastery a strange feeling began to grow in her, a peculiar worry fell over her hearth almost as if she could sense a strong magic nearby. The three beasts lowered their flight an as they prepared to lend she new something was wrong. She pulled her dragon back and ordered the other two to follow her but it was already too late. The two hit a powerful magic field and were caught in a web of power which rendered their wings useless and they fell heavily on the ground. The trap was obvious now, they have deceived her and now were planning to kill her. From the forest came men and began to attack the fallen dragons. 4zzy couldn’t sand the view and turned her beast back on them. Her staff was swiftly in her hand and she chanted a counter-spell to the webs. The lemonheads continued to appear from nowhere and some of them were already on one of the fallen dragons, stabbing and cutting his undefended belly. The anger was already boiling in her blood and she turned on them with her dragon, the flame from his inside burned and killed them and they started to retreat. But than a new figure emerged from the forest – an old man with a staff and a medallion on his neck, he ordered the soldiers not to be afraid of the flames and to attack again. 4zzy tried a counter spell but it was already too late, the flames were now useless. There were so many of them that she had only one chance – she had to go for the mage. She lowered her beast and jumped lightly on the ground and started to make her way for the enemy leader by using her enchanted staff as a mace. It was fortunate that the lemonheads had more problems with the dragon at the time, who killed them with his massive tail and sharp nails. Finally 4zzy was upon the mage with her staff enchanted to protect her from his spells, she took her dagger ant jumped at him. He was swifter than his age would suppose and lightly blocked her blade with his staff almost breaking her wrist. 4zzy knew she had no time for defense and attacked again with both the dagger and the staff managing to penetrate his guard hitting in on the side, than she tried to stab him but he was cunning, and only the chain mail saved her from his staff’s pointy top. With her own she tried hitting him on the head from upside down, and as he tried to move away, her staff caught his medallion and tore it from his neck. They both were after the roundel which was obviously magical, and as 4zzy snatched it in mid-air, he unleashed all his rage upon her. While her attention was distracted from the object he prepared a strong spell, which could penetrate her defenses and 4zzy reacted too slowly to it. To energy ball hit her on the chest and threw her several meters away where she fell unconscious. The mage laughed and went towards her to finish the defenseless girl with his staff. In that moment the dragon came to her rescue darting the air and scattering enemy warriors, he grabbed her gently in his claws and flew away before anyone could react.
Meanwhile the rest of our friends back in Maidenburg were having their usual parties at the VNL inn and Lord Henrik fought his never-ending battle against his liver with the help (at least moral support) of all other heroes. The treatment proposed by Cardinal Spudster didn’t work as well as he expected and even though the condition of Evil Lord Elewyn was getting better, he couldn’t\’t be cleansed of the mighty curse. After Lord Turylon treated him for the first time he even returned his ability to talk, but what came from his mouth was not to be mentioned by any good lady. Eventually Turylon found out about the small conspiracy of his friend Henrik and he was punished to pay him an annual tribute of fair maidens and to continue with the exorcism all by himself. This was lowering his morale in his battle against his liver because until now he already had treated Evil Lord Elewyn three times with the “medicine” but not only it didn’t have the expected effect, but lead also to endless nights in the VNL inn in the company of his beloved bottles and he sensed deep in himself that a revolt boiling. So far he managed to content the discontent of his innards but he didn’t know for how long he could continue to withstand it.
One morning as he was coming back to his chambers after a long night at the battle fields he managed somehow to lift his eyes from the ground in front of him and saw the most terrible of all sights – a huge army of at least hundred mighty dragons were flying to his castle in the red dawn. He managed to make haste on all fours to the keep and sounded the alarm and after a few short minutes Lord Turylon was next to him trying to understand what the trouble was.
“Dfraghuns, Thurhy*hiccup*lun, da dfraghuns *hiccup* ar kumin! I can*hiccup*not helpf joo, joo mufst leeth da thifensss aloun my fhrrend!”
Lord Turylon observed the skies with a certain reservation wondering whether to believe what he thought he heard or not. He saw a single beast coming from east and suddenly recognized in it 4zzy’s dragon, but where was she – no one was to be seen riding him. He then saw the body the beast carried in his claw and knew that something had to be wrong. While the beast descended slowly he took the still unconscious Lady 4zzy in his arms and nearly got killed by Lord Henrik’s sword, who was making attempts to run around the courtyard waving his sword around in a drunken frenzy, screaming “Thie joo curssseth bheassths, why can I noth khill joo, whath kinth uf majikh iss ghuarthing joo!”
Lord Thurylon took the unconscious 4zzy to his chambers and send a word for Cardinal Spudster to come as fast as he could. The noble knight was happy that she was still alive but he couldn’t tell for how long would this last in her condition. He than saw the strange medallion she still held in her hand. He decided to take it and to return it to her when she was feeling better, to surprise her in that way. He put it in his purse at the moment when Cardinal Spudster came in the room and began to threat 4zzy with his potions and different healing herbs. She was to recover only after a day or two so the friends had nothing to do else to return to their daily work.
After Lord Henrik was sober again he had to carry his ritual with the horse dung again and all of them gathered for the fourth time in the dungeon but this time it was all different. As they approached they heard Evil Lord Elewyn's crazy screams of anger and when Lord Henrik opened the door of the cell the prisoner broke his heavy steel chains off their beds in the wall and charged directly to the group standing in front of him in startled disbelief. He passed by Henrik and threw himself on Lord Turylon with all his body weight and they began to roll on the stone floor in a messy heap apparently fighting for Lord Turylon’s purse. The first to come out of the moment of stiffness was Lord Drake who took out his boleadoras and swung it at the fighting couple. Evil Lord Elewyn moved away in a fraction of a second and the weapon fell on Turylon’s chest almost breaking his ribs. Evil Lord Elewyn was quite amused by this scene and took his small finger to the corner of his mouth saying “Don make me freakin’ laugh! Buahahahamuahahahahabuahabuahahahaha…!!!” This was exactly the moment our friends needed and while Cardinal Spudster murmured his spell of confusion Henrik and Drake attacked Evil Lord Elewyn in the middle of his laugh and threw him back in his cell locking the door after him.
Lord Turylon lifted himself slowly rubbing his hurt chest and in great disbelief took the medallion out of his purse. “He wanted this. I took it out of 4zzy’s hand when her dragon brought her here this morning. I was planning to return it to her after she was feeling better, but it had such a strong effect on Evil Lord Turylon that I have no desire to carry it no more. Who knows what evil lurks inside this artifact…”
“It is clear that we face here a greater evil as we expected, my friends,” said Cardinal Spudster, “We will have to wait and see what 4zzy can tell us about her journey and this medallion. For now I suggest we all rest, even you noble Henrik, because if you do not do so, we will have to treat your rare case of alcoholism with horse dung and salsa and than you will have to bathe in the river for three hours to remove the stench. Just after that you would be fine.”
Henrik was a bit confused because he thought he had heard already this sort of treatment, but after a while he dismissed this strange strike of déjà vu and followed the others to their quarters. After all tomorrow would be a busy day.
Chapter 16
By hawk_knight]
When all the nobles and ladys where in the Inn talking who will keep watch when Sir Elewny take a bath in the river. Sir hawk was outsite the Inn the he saw a his White hawk coming towards him and said to him that the evil Blackdragons where sleeping on a mountain in the west. Sir hawk said to the white hawk assemble the white hawks and the white dragons. Sir Hawk ran in to the Inn and told the nobles and ladys that he now where the Black dragons are right now and that he was going to follow them to there land and when he comes back he will say where the evil blackdragons are coming from. Lord Hawk_knight ran to his white dragon and he left to follow the evil Black dragons to there homeland. on the way he saw a large force of evil coming towards sir henriks castle so he send a white hawk with a message to sir henrik about the evil army that is coming towards his castle. Sir Hawk had sendt also a message to his realm to bring his army up and that there must go to sir henriks castle to help them prepair for battle and fight the evil army.The blackdragons where coming from a old vulcano that wasnt very far from sir henriks castle. In the vulcano sir hawks saw a cave in the ground that led in very deep in to the ground. when sir hawk was going closer to the cave he saw two large black dragons guarding the cave so he turend back to henriks castle to tell the nobles and ladys where the black dragons are coming from.
Chapter 17
by Kuno of Gersenau]
Meanwhile…
After some days, Nike the traveller met a knight. It was Kuno of Gersenau, the grandmaster of the mystic “knights of the German FAQ”. He came back from a glory mission in Southern Italy where he and his knights could stop a long bloody war. Off course there was a big party after this and he was a bit drunk now…
But Kuno noticed that Nike was in a big hurry…
- N…nike my old friend *hicks* what is going on? What’ssss the m…matter with you?
- Oh Kuno, good to see you! Didn’t you hear the dark news? Lord Elewyn, the wise ruler of Bohemia turned bad and attacked the city of Maidenborough where Henrik and Turylon live. Something evil took control of him.
- Hell! And what had happen in Maid…maidenborough?
- Turylon, Henrik and their friedns could beat him; they captured him in the prison and want to hang him. They called Cardinal Spudster to heal him, but you know how it works with the Church…
- Yeah I do…And where are you going now? *hicks*
- I search the mage Frujin who lives on the shores of the Black Sea…maybe he can help…
Nike told Kuno everything he had to know, and this one had to think a lot, but he had headache. Everybody knew that Turylon and Elewyn were enemys and everybody thought this was because of the religious and political fights they had with each other. But Kuno knew more, the main-reason was a story of love and schemes which happened long years ago…
He told Nike some facts about it:
- I…It was long years ago, to a time when King Frank wasn’t already king. Elewyn and Tu…Turylon were falling in love to a beautiful Lady *hicks*, called Lady H. She w…was a member of my order and b…both wanted to ma…marry her.
However it came to a fight about this lady, it’s a big sto…story and I think we haven’t the time now to hear it all. A…and I’m not able t…to tell it at the moment. *hicks* B…but the final result was that no one got the Lady *hicks* she dis…disappeared and was never seen again…and from this time there was this big hate between Elewyn and Turylon. *hicks*
- Hell! I didn’t know that, do you know what this could mean?
- Y…yes I do. I have the feeling Turylon knows more than he says *hicks*…I don’t know if he has really something to do with Elewyns dark side, b…because like you said it was also a big risk for him. He would being nearly fool if this was his idea.
- I have to go my friend! Goodbye!
- N…no wait Nike! I will join you! …I will help you to find Frujin!
- Great a drunken grandmaster, the travel will be much easier now. Damned drunk bastard.I thank you my friend, then come on, let us start! But then tell me the full story why the two are enemies now...