Moriel, Ghoere, prefecture of Osoerde, Sarimier 1553 HC
……the young wizard had already gained ground against his pursuers and he already felt safer, his weak heart was beating fast and his feint constitution was already beginning to fail him. “How can all came to this…” the questioning thought
crossed his mind while he let loose the reins of his horse and eased his gallop. If it was not of magic he would be dead as the rest. Cursing the gods for the game the played on their back he could recall the last moments of the heated battle in the midst of Moriel.
”Luthien…….”the name of his fallen companion to the blows of the Vernon was a shock, they bled together his treason was untold….”I will come back for you Vernon, this will not go without punishment, even if it takes me a lifetime.”
“It all happened so fast, they were led in the perfectly laid plan and we failed to see the obvious” the though came fast to his mind piercing his tired body, distracted as such and tired of the chase failed to see the ditch in front of him driving his broken and tired mount into it. The fell was harsh, mount and rider came rolling down the path and into the ditch one over the other and with that all became dark, black and without sense.
”Force the opening Dari, I will lead the men towards the middle and meet the knight of the Iron Guard, do this and do it fast” called Luthien, “Vernon, you take William and go under the secret passage and into the keep, Dari, while you open the way meet Abarax in the front and we will rally from all sides to strike him down.” , “ I am sure that with Vernon from the rear , me from the flanks and Dari striking from the front side you will have all the time you need to cast your spell Aeden. If we are all blessed by Cuiraecen even for a bit this will end in good terms.” Luthien was already blazing sure with fire on the end this night would bring, Dari was clutching his great maul and Vernon was preparing his plot. Alas, how I failed to see the facts, how was I so much deceived…….The dream was painful for the young wizard, even if it was just a dream or a recollection of his short term memories, it pained him as if now.
It was the morning mist of the marsh that filled the lungs of young Aeden with life, the force of meghbail that filled his body with the strength to rise up. “ I did break the seal, the spell was done…” and with that though he yanked from under the ditch up to his feet coming back to life. His head spinned in all direction scouring around for his satchel, a blow of relief came out of his mouth as he could now see his handbag on the side of the dead horse, spilled out of it was the covered remnant of their battle against treason. Clutching the rug covered mask he removed from the bag, the brace of it was heavy and the feel of its touch was painful to bear. In very fast motions Aeden uncovered the mask as fast as he could clutching it now in his two hands looking into its empty face with much anticipation. “ I can take this now and end everything, even you Vernon, why shouldn’t I? WHY SHOULDN’T I? His screaming voice filled the marsh and the mask glowed as for the moment, as to give him the urge to wear it. “Everyone is dead wizardress, is that what you wanted? Why did you not warned us of this treason? Where are you now? Now that I need you the most? Why let your blood fall with such ease? After all this, you want me to flee. I have the power here in my arms, I can take all the war back to war with this, and you want me to give it away? Why? Why not me?” Aeden felt the surge of power came rushing into his hands and from there into the mask, dropping it to the ground, making him come back to his senses. The thought of the power of the mask was burning in his mind but he knew if he did not follow the word of the wizardress he will probably make one more mistake, what if this was the last remnant of power of Abarax, maybe lost and safe it was better off.
His journey took many hours and the power of magic was more than enough in the great marsh to sustain him in life, it was not long ago though till he found his way to the resting place of the last remnant of good he was instructed he would find. Even if that good was dead for so long now it would safeguard the mask and keep its powers hidden, till the time a true hero comes and frees Osoerde from Vernon or Abarax comes and out of the clutches of Ghoere once and for good. Deep within the lost ruins, sunken in the marshlands he found the chamber that was filled even in this darkness with the light of goodness. The spirit of the last known hero of Osoerde was almost glad to see him here and gladly accepted the task to safeguard what was the scourge of Osoerde, at least this is what Aeden though since nothing seemed to come in his way and the place was already glowing with light in his approach, placing the Mask over the closed lid of the tomb he called upon the gods, as silently as he could that free him of this curse, and with no second though he turned his back and rushed towards the exit of the ruins and as fast as he could to the safety of a far off land, all was lost, at least for now, Ghoere had won, Dari died at the hands of Abarax, and Vernon striked down Luthien, what hope could there be?
”Luthien…….”the name of his fallen companion to the blows of the Vernon was a shock, they bled together his treason was untold….”I will come back for you Vernon, this will not go without punishment, even if it takes me a lifetime.”
“It all happened so fast, they were led in the perfectly laid plan and we failed to see the obvious” the though came fast to his mind piercing his tired body, distracted as such and tired of the chase failed to see the ditch in front of him driving his broken and tired mount into it. The fell was harsh, mount and rider came rolling down the path and into the ditch one over the other and with that all became dark, black and without sense.
It was the morning mist of the marsh that filled the lungs of young Aeden with life, the force of meghbail that filled his body with the strength to rise up. “ I did break the seal, the spell was done…” and with that though he yanked from under the ditch up to his feet coming back to life. His head spinned in all direction scouring around for his satchel, a blow of relief came out of his mouth as he could now see his handbag on the side of the dead horse, spilled out of it was the covered remnant of their battle against treason. Clutching the rug covered mask he removed from the bag, the brace of it was heavy and the feel of its touch was painful to bear. In very fast motions Aeden uncovered the mask as fast as he could clutching it now in his two hands looking into its empty face with much anticipation. “ I can take this now and end everything, even you Vernon, why shouldn’t I? WHY SHOULDN’T I? His screaming voice filled the marsh and the mask glowed as for the moment, as to give him the urge to wear it. “Everyone is dead wizardress, is that what you wanted? Why did you not warned us of this treason? Where are you now? Now that I need you the most? Why let your blood fall with such ease? After all this, you want me to flee. I have the power here in my arms, I can take all the war back to war with this, and you want me to give it away? Why? Why not me?” Aeden felt the surge of power came rushing into his hands and from there into the mask, dropping it to the ground, making him come back to his senses. The thought of the power of the mask was burning in his mind but he knew if he did not follow the word of the wizardress he will probably make one more mistake, what if this was the last remnant of power of Abarax, maybe lost and safe it was better off.
His journey took many hours and the power of magic was more than enough in the great marsh to sustain him in life, it was not long ago though till he found his way to the resting place of the last remnant of good he was instructed he would find. Even if that good was dead for so long now it would safeguard the mask and keep its powers hidden, till the time a true hero comes and frees Osoerde from Vernon or Abarax comes and out of the clutches of Ghoere once and for good. Deep within the lost ruins, sunken in the marshlands he found the chamber that was filled even in this darkness with the light of goodness. The spirit of the last known hero of Osoerde was almost glad to see him here and gladly accepted the task to safeguard what was the scourge of Osoerde, at least this is what Aeden though since nothing seemed to come in his way and the place was already glowing with light in his approach, placing the Mask over the closed lid of the tomb he called upon the gods, as silently as he could that free him of this curse, and with no second though he turned his back and rushed towards the exit of the ruins and as fast as he could to the safety of a far off land, all was lost, at least for now, Ghoere had won, Dari died at the hands of Abarax, and Vernon striked down Luthien, what hope could there be?
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