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Eren Lapucet

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And with that, he disappeared into the night, and Iban had never heard from him again.

But what could be his purpose? Was he an enemy, or a friend? Could he possibly take away his gift when it was needed most? And why must the source of his power be kept a secret? It was not as if Iban would let another claim the credit for his new magical powers anyways.

Iban shook these thoughts out of his head. I am a god! I cannot let such thoughts hinder me. All that matters is that I have these new powers, and from my experiments so far, they have been working according to their purpose.

At that very moment, Morvran came rushing toward him, sweating, and clearly in a state of anxiety.

"Lord Iban! A prisoner escaped! A boy, aged 8 or 9. The guards got into a fight, and were distracted for a moment. He's making his way north west toward the Ithell settlements!"

Several elves heard this and quickly retrieved their weapons in order to capture the runaway. Iban quickly stopped them, saying distantly "There is no need to pursue, Iorwerth's main army came a bit earlier than expected, and we are less than a half a mile away."

Morvran looked confused at how Iban could have possibly know this. They weren't able to see or hear the army at this distance yet. A few elven gaurds whispered something among themselves, and Iban's disciples exchanged glances.

Iban quickly realized his mistake. The company couldn't question Iban's word, and continued on without pursuing. No one spoke a word, not even Iban. The heat was getting stronger.
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Eren Lapucet

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"A glorious time for the Dark Lord to return!" Lord Iowerth exclaimed.

They had had arrived earlier than expected at the small hilltop where the three generals were to meet. The march from their camp had been a tiresome one, and Iorwerth let his army of 7,000 rest until military operations would begin again.

Which should be no later than tonight, unless that damned pretender-god and gnome take their time. he thought.

Lieutenant Essyllt came running from the distance, and delivered the report. Iorwerth sat down in his tent, and poured Essyllt some wine while he read over the papers.

"Lyana and the head Mourner have arrived, so that makes everyone." Essyllt added once Iorwerth had finished.

"Excellent! I will go speak to them after this. All else seems to be in order. With these death runes, the portal will be opened with no difficulty at all. All that is left is the scroll of the Song of Gates."

"I hear you have requested Iban to retrieve for you the singers. However, I am not sure that is necessary anymore, as I hear General Xendiu has captured more than enough prisoners in an unexpected skirmish early this morning."

"I see." Lord Iorwerth mused. A errand boy unexpectedly came rushing into the tent, and spoke in an alarmed voice: "Iorwerth! The troops have spotted a lone elf wandering in the forests ahead of us. We are unsure whether it is friend or foe."

Nodding, Lord Iorwerth donned his armour and parted ways with Lieutenant Essyllt. Iorwerth commanded fifty soldiers to escort him personally into the forest. Many elves cheered as they saw their leader go in person, and shouted death to the elf, whom they were sure to be a foe.

Watching from his tent, the Head Mourner mused: "He has complete confidence in himself. For all he knows this could be a trap. But alas, even if not this time, such recklessness will lead to his downfall." I'm too Unaligned to have a forum signature.

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Eren Lapucet

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But it was not a trap.

The boy ran with all his strength, never once looking back. It was not easy for him to escape his shackles, and he could not let this chance let to waste. Long ago many Ithells occupied this part of the forest. Ever since Iorwerth claimed the north, many were forced to leave, but rumour had it that many stayed and lived hidden in caves and underground passages, hoping one day to bring an end to Iorwerth's treachery.

Please. Let me find just one of them - if I can find one, I can find the rest, and I will be safe!

Suddenly, he felt a great pain creep up on his left leg, and he collapsed on the dry, burning earth. He heard laughing from a distance - and he instantly knew it was not the Ithells coming to save him.

How? he cried. I am sure they didn't chase after me - or was it a trick? Did they circle around me? His thoughts went wild. He tried moving, but he only managed a few inches before dropping again, and he felt the pain of the bolts once again.

There was a small pond nearby. As the sound of the escort approached, several birds flew up up in the sky from their position in nearby trees, moving to the south. One of such birds was pure white, and was quickly shot down by one of the elves.

He felt himself being lifted. The boy looked at his captors face, and was shocked. There were 50 men there the same, but this wasn't Iban's escort. This was something totally different. The boy looked into the elves eyes and knew instantly who it was that held him in the air.

"Iorwerth.." the boy gasped, entirely defeated.

"Haha, yes." Lord Iorwerth exclaimed. "Now where do you come from, child, and what do you do here?" he asked.

The boy averted his gaze and did not answer.

"Hmm.." though Iorwerth. "I can hear footsteps from the east. Iban must be here." He took another look at the boy. "An escapee, perhaps?" he smiled. I'm too Unaligned to have a forum signature.

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Eren Lapucet

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The boy spat in his face.

"Lletya will never fall, Iorwerth! You will die, and Islwyn will restore Prifddinas and become our new king!"

"Oh, is that so? And I will die, you say?" Iorwerth mused.

"Yes. And if not in battle, then here. You may not know it, but there are legends of elves - Ithell's - that still inhabit these forests, and when they see you here with a mere fifty men, you will surely rot, traitor!"

"I see, I see. It is a pity then that these said elves have tried to attack our forces earlier - forces of over ten thousand that are right beyond these woods. They were all quickly subdued, and no men have survived. Some women and children we have captured, for ends I will greatly enjoy sharing with you shortly." Iorwerth replied, relishing every word.

"No.. that's not true! I can't believe it. I.. I.." the boy suddenly stopped struggling and broke into tears.

Satisfied, Lord Iorwerth dropped the boy unto the floor, and told the company: "We will wait here. That megalomaniac might get offended if I don't personally go out to meet him, and we can't have any.. uncomfortable relations this early yet."

The escort took a short break as they awaited Iban's company. Iorwerth took off his armour knowing now that he did not need it anymore, but most of the others kept theirs on. The boy kept quiet the entire time, his head bowed down.

It was no more than ten minutes later when one of Iban's escort saw Iorwerth's group, and they moved towards Iorwerth's direction.

"I see you have went ahead to meet us, Lord Iorwerth." Iban observed, without any appreciation in his voice.

Not that anyone expected any. thought Lord Iorwerth.

"We have also captured a young elf. He is of your group, no?" he said, as he eyed Iban's captives.

"I see you are already a step ahead of things." Iban smiled. I'm too Unaligned to have a forum signature.

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Eren Lapucet

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"Yes. However, there were some.. slight changes in plan, Iban." said Iorwerth. Iban looked suspiciously at Iorwerth. "You see Iban, we already have captives of our own, through some unexpected skirmishes earlier. I believe they would serve much better as the singers, so I'm afraid I have no use for.. your captives."

At this Iban suddenly became very mad, but he quickly cooled down his temper. "We went out of our way to get these, Iorwerth." he said coldy. "What do you plan we do with them, then?"

Iorwerth stole a glance at the boy and Iban's captives, and saw that they avoided each-others gaze. "The boy is probably very close with some of these prisoners. I'll kill them then. I'll kill them every last one, right in front of the boys eyes!" Iorwerth cried, hysterically laughing at this point, even to Iban's complete surprise.

The boy, hearing this, weakly cried, "No..No..NO! PLEASE!". But Iorwerth did not heed his cries, and waved his hand as a signal to attack. At an instant, the elves attacked the thirty prisoners. The women and children gave out a terrible scream as they were beheaded and disemboweled by the elven troops. The lone boy crawled towards the dying prisoners, many whom had been his family and friends, and cried and screamed in terrible loudness. He ultimately stopped, and ceased moving at all. I'm too Unaligned to have a forum signature.

05-May-2014 00:20:56

Eren Lapucet

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Iban, his disciples, and several others watched silently as the massacre took place. Kardia looked into her masters eyes, and was not surprised to find that her master was enjoying the scene. "Or is it perhaps.." she mused, but quickly dismissed the thought.

It was not long after midday when they were finished, and began heading back to the main camp. The elven troops that traveled with Iban were happy to be rid of him, and be reunited with their master. The mood did not lighten, and it was still, dreadfully, dreadfully hot.

"Kill me.. " the boy said meekly. "Please, kill me and be done with it."

"I'm afraid I have other plans for you." Iorwerth replied, still ever smiling.

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On the hilltop waited Lord Iorwerth, Lord Iban, General Xendiu, Head Mourner Erisday, Lieutenant Essyllt, Commander Morvran, Commandment Lyana, amongst many others of great skill and accomplishment. They were waiting for Glouphrie, the Third General, as he approached from the distance.

A great cry went up as the gnome was seen in plain view. He was seated upon a monster, the largest and most vicious the elves have ever seen. The Dark Beasts that many had passed on the mission to the Temple were nothing compared to the beast they now saw before their eyes.

Several elves panicked and attempted to attack the beast with magic and arrows, but their attacks were stopped mid-air by crystal magics. Iorwerth angrily shouted out not to worry, as this was the visitor he was expecting. I'm too Unaligned to have a forum signature.

05-May-2014 00:21:10

Eren Lapucet

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Glouphrie stopped several feet away from the escort. Several of the guards fled for their lives, but the high ranking commanders didn't as much flinch. "Not much of a welcome ceremony," Glouphrie snidely remarked. "But in truth, the elves at the pass reacted the same way, so there is no hard feelings, my good friends."

"So this is a Airut, Glouphire?" asked Iorwerth.

"Well, not exactly.. you can say it's more.. the god of the airut, I think." answered Glouphrie, who looked scornfully upon Iban as the group showing their great surprise."

"This wasn't exactly the plan, Glough." Iorwerth said, unimpressed. "You said you can get an army of Airut with you."

"Well, not all things go as planned, Lord Iorwerth. Brainwashing airut proved to be a difficult task quite actually, so I just went for the easy route, and got 'Tuska' as I call it, as a last resort. Although the airut probably found out right now, and are trying to go through Arandar as we speak."

"You what-" Iorwerth began.

"Ah, no worries, good old chap. I evacuated the elves there, and had them reinforce the traps in the area, so we should be fine for now."

"Besides," continued the gnome, "This will make access to the north even more dangerous, so this should work to our advantage."

Essyllt and Lyana were forced to agree. Iorwerth calmed down a bit.

"No that we are all here, we can begin making plans. We will march first thing tomorrow morning. We will stop 10 miles before Lletya, and camp for the night. The attack begins the day after tomorrow."

Everyone nodded as Iorwerth continued. "Iban, Glouphrie, here are the teleportation crystals to Prifddinas. When I retrieve the the Song of Gates from Islwyn, the crystals will glow. This will be the sign for you to cease fighting, and immediately teleport to me." I'm too Unaligned to have a forum signature.

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"I will need a teleportation crystal for Kardia as well. I can not go anywhere without her." Iban said.

Lord Iorwerth was waiting for Iban to say that, for he knew the pretender-Gods reliance on the sorcerer. "It is not necessary." He replied. "As long as she touches you while you teleport, you should teleport together. Now, are there any more questions?"

None had any, so he had dismissed the company, and announced a time that very night for a formal meeting to discuss tactics and military action.

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In the main camp, Iban found his way to Glouphrie's tent.

"So, Iban, you believe as a God you don't have the need for proper courtesy" sneered Glough, who was writing at his desk. Nearby were several elves who had the unfortunate task of tending to the beast.

"Perhaps it is you who does not have any proper courtesy, Glough" shot back Iban. "If you were not on that beast, it would be Iorwerth who would be looking down on you, not the other way."

There was a silence for a few moments, until Glough suddenly burst into a fit of laughter and said, "Pardon me, pardon! I do not bear any enmity towards you, I am just not very friendly, you can say. It doesn't help that people keep confusing me with another Glouph, who had a pie thrown in his face!"

They had sat and talked for hours on end. Glouphrie greatly enjoyed hearing Iban’s fantastical gibberish, and quickly surmised that his newfound friend was completely insane. I'm too Unaligned to have a forum signature.

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"So, Glouph - I mean Glouphrie, what brings you to the Iorwerth Clan's aid?"

Glouphrie thought for a long moment before answering. "Well you see, good old chap, I have ambitions. And it is very hard for me to realize them without a fortress. When the Dark Lord returns, I will be given a small but nice portion of these lands to serve as my headquarters. That is, if Iorwerth can be trusted. I fear he may betray me - well, us , so we might have to dispose of him sooner or later."

Now, although Iban was insane, he was not stupid. He could tell that Glouphrie was testing him, and he chose his words carefully. "Let us not speak of such things here, gnome. Mistrust can do no good when success relies on mutual cooperation."

Iban excused himself shortly afterwards, and bid the gnome farewell. The sun was setting now, and the meeting would be in less than two hours. Iban knew that Glouphrie wanted him to tell Iorwerth of his traitorous words, but Iban would not fall into this trap.

We are all using eachother really. he thought. I know that Iorwerth does not intent to give me her hand in marriage, I know that he mistrusts the gnome. And Glough, and and even I have traitorous thoughts.

Iban walked around the camp, checking on the soldiers preparing for their great war. He heard the soldiers chatting casually amongst each-other, telling stories and laughing, and drinking their way through the night. It may be the last peaceful night they ever have.

Ahead of him he heard lots of voices, and he saw a large group of soldiers surrounding several women and children. Xendiu's captive's he thought. Then he saw the young boy from earlier in the group. Iban found himself wishing he knew the boys name. Iban quietly watched from afar as the soldiers lead the captives north, to be used as the Dark Lord's instruments.

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The air shimmered and a person appeared, seemingly out of nowhere. The Fremennik warriors nearby were shocked and hurriedly readied their weapons to protect themselves from this mysterious being.

Mysterious it was, garbed in clothes and armor none like the Fremennik had ever seen before. The leader of the surrounding Fremennik Warriors, V------, could tell several things with a single glance at this person. The bearing this person had when surrounded by several armed warriors showed a calm and collectedness indicating no surprise, as if this type of scene was expected. The weapons and armor were being carried with purpose and no ill movements. But most importantly, V------ could tell that this person was somehow, someway, a true Fremennik, even though V------ knew every Fremennik living.

In the short span of a few moments V------ came to a conclusion, one that would set history down its path. He signaled to his band of Fremennik warriors to lower their weapons, and cautiously asked the being before him, “Are you… from Valhalla?”

The World Guardian nodded, and gave the secret Fremennik gesture of greeting he had been instructed to use when he had arrived in the past. With such a signal the surrounding Fremennik realized that he actually was a Fremennik, and the mysterious nature of his appearance led them to believe he actually did come from Valhalla, the Afterlife of the Fremennik where their bravest warriors went to after death.

The Fremennik welcomed this honourable guest and took him to Relekka where a feast was held in his honour by the many tribes of the Fremennik. There was much fun and games to be had, but soon afterwards there was a meeting of the Tribe leaders with this emissary from Valhalla, for they knew that there must be a serious reason for such a visit.

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