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Twenty years later, King Chaltas still ruled. He was now fifty-four years old, a good if somewhat ruthless king to the kingdom of Leath, who had defeated all opposing armies.... Except one.

The neighboring kingdom of Cathen had an army that was just as strong as Leath's, and the two had been fighting against each other for about five years now.

Nobody had the advantage, the only thing that had happened so far was that a lot of people had been killed, sometimes people who had nothing to do with the war. Just people who had been killed to spite the other side.

At last King Chaltas remembered the message on the tomb's doors so many years ago. He decided to send out a party to resurrect Tarcan. The king called in his chief adviser, Tormondel, to help with getting people that would be brave enough... Or mentaly unbalenced enough, to go.

He also asked Tormondel to find a person who would be willing to transform him, or herself, into a living skeleten.

Two days later Tormondel came into Chaltas's throne room, where the king was idley twisting a thread around his fingers. The thread broke and Chaltas grimced, then looked up and saw his chief adviser.

"Ah! Tormondel!" the king exclaimed, sitting up on his throne, "Have you found enough people to go? And, more importantly, have you found a person for the skeleten?"

"I have found nine people willing to go, sire. I have also found two people for the skeleten."

The king glanced up, suprised.

"TWO people for the skeleten? I thought that would be the hardest to recruit for. Well, bring them in, I'll see if they're good enough to go. We don't want anyone who can't fight, or anyone who is to young or to old."

Tormondel kneeled down, bowing his head,

"Sire, the first skeleten person stands before you. I would do anything to help this kingdom. Choose me, I won't fail you."

17-Sep-2006 04:22:55

Anne Lauten

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A softer tone crept into Chaltas's voice.

"You have been faithful in service to me. You have never failed me in any matter. I cannot lose you, Tormondel, and I don't want you to be a skeleten. I will not let you go."

Tormondel rose and bowed, then trotted over to the door, his long blue-and-silver robes dragging on the floor. He slipped out the door for a few seconds, returning with nine adventurous-looking types carrying various swords, daggers, and other implements of war.

Tormondel took any sharp objects that they carried and deposited the weapons in a row by the wall behind the throne. The hopefulls all milled about by the doors while Tormondel spoke with the king.

"These are the only ones I could find in such a short period of time, sire. I hope they provide satisfaction."

"Bring them over one at a time, then I can tell if they're ready or not."

"Yes, sire."

The chief adviser bowed, then walked over to the little group, talked with them for a short time, and led one over to the throne.

The king studied the person standing before him. The tall man stood proudly, his shoulder-length blonde hair neatly tied back with a thin strip of leather. He wore dark gray pants with a lighter gray shirt, and had on a deep brown cloak that could have covered his whole body, but for now hung behind him, it's edge only a few inches above the deep red carpet. He had pale skin with blue-green eyes that held the look of the sea in them.

Chaltas caught his breath when he looked at the man's ears, which were pointed, branding him an elf.

"What is your name, sir?" the king asked, glad to have an elf on the team.

"Tenling, sire." the elf responded, his voice deeper then most elves's. He looked to be a stern and quiet person, a good leader, the king thought.

"You are on the team." the king told him, writing the name 'Tenling' on the list of people who were going.

17-Sep-2006 04:24:15

Anne Lauten

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"Thank you, sire," Tenling said politely, "may I have my spear back now?"

"Yes, of course. Tormondel, give Tenling his weapon."

Tormondel rummaged among the various weapons, before coming up with a dragon spear. He handed it to Tenling, who looked it over as though checking for damage. The king noticed that the tip of the spear glistened with poison, making it even more deadly. Chaltas motioned to Tormendel, who guided Tenling to a seat by the far wall.

The next person to stand in front of the throne was a woman, who wore a rune plateskirt with a rune chain, allowing her more freedom of movement then a platebody. She brushed her dark brown hair out of her dark brown eyes and smiled at him, revealing two extreamly sharp teeth. The king gulped.

"Are you a...?"

"Yes, I am," she admitted, sounding disappointed, "I'm a really good fighter though! And I'm a very nice person!"

"It's not your fighting I'm worried about. I'm worried about the other people who will be traveling with you."

"Don't worrry, I don't eat people. We vampires can eat food, you know, it's just that some of us like blood."

"So you eat the same things as everyone else?"

"Yes, of course."

"Good. Well, I guess you can go, just be careful alright?"

"Yes, sire."

"And what's your name?"

"Filiana, sire."

"Get this young lady her weapon, Tormondel."

Tormondel took a pair of rune claws from the pile and handed them to the girl.

"These are yours aren't they? I forgot who had what, sorry."

"Yes, those are mine," she said, strapping them on, "thank you very much, sire."

17-Sep-2006 04:25:16

Anne Lauten

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She headed off to the chairs by the wall, where Tenling already sat. The king marked Filiana down on the list, then turned to the next adventurer.

He was a tall man with brown hair and dull green eyes. The man wore a pair of loose black pants and a rune chain like Filiana. However, unlike Filiana, he didn't look to be the sharpest knife in the drawer.

"Name?" asked the king.

"Shay<cen>tay." the man growled.

"You want to go with these others to find bones?"

"Umm.."

"Excuse me?"

"Yessire." Shay<cen>tay grumbled.

"What weapon do you have?" the king asked, wondering if this fellow had the wit to wield one.

"Maul."

"Well, alright then." if the man had a maul, then even if he wasn't bright then he could be a help. "Tormondel, get this man his weapon."

Without waiting for Tormondel, Shay<cen>tay lunged foward, picking up a huge granite maul and cradling it like a baby.

"Yes, well, go sit over there please."

Shay<cen>tay walked over and sat down in a chair, still holding his maul. The king put him down on the list, and then surveyed the next one.

He was a older man with long gray hair, but no beard, and had on a full set of red-and-black mystic. The man spoke.

"Hello, sire, my name is Zenthon, at your sevice, and I'm a mage. I have been studying magic since a boy, and I think that I'd be an asset to your team." the mage said, looking at Chaltas with his twinkling blue eyes.

"Thank you, sir." Chaltas looked him up and down, then decided that he wasn't too old. "You're on the team."

"I will endevor to give satisfaction, sire." Zenthon bowed, took the staff that Tormondel handed him, and went off to join the other on-team people. The king jotted his name down, then waited for the fifth person to come over.

17-Sep-2006 04:26:21 - Last edited on 19-Sep-2006 21:20:07 by Anne Lauten

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