This story has its origins in an earlier story I wrote for the Guild Hall... but with the release of Nightfall and Eye of the North, I felt compelled to break it completely down to the foundation and rebuild it. This construction bears little resemblance to its forbearer, but I hope it ends up just as good.
We shall see, I suppose.
The Throne of Pandemonium
It is sometimes said that there is no such thing as “pure” fiction; that even the most outrageous children’s stories contain within them even the smallest shred of truth. Perhaps that is a fallacy, but in this case, it is all too accurate, and once again, the world teeters in the balance. How many more times can Tyria face the end of days?
How many more times can I?
This was harder than it looked.
Devona was having an increased respect for the farmers that kept people fed. Her muscles were as sore as if she had just finished a prolonged battle… and this was only the first day of the first planting session of the year.
And to think that the farmers who chose to remain in Ascalon with their king had to work twice as hard and twice as long for half the yield that they received in the North Kryta Province… the warrior had to fight back a sympathetic shudder.
She had been exempt from the farm chores up until this point, having to put her talents to other duties in order to keep the refugee people of Ascalon safe from harm. But with the Abaddon dead, his subordinates either dead or scattered, as well as the Great Destroyer defeated and its minions mindless and hunted… there wasn’t much for a warrior to do to ply her trade.
Devona knew she had no one to blame but herself, after all. She was the one who insisted to the elders of the camp she do something useful. And so her hammer became a rake; her sword, a spade. Unfortunately, the pain and fatigue seemed universal.
“That’s enough for today, Devona.” The farm master declared from behind her, and her fighter instincts nearly introduced her rake to the elderly man’s face. “Ya did good for a first day. Get some rest, because we’re doing double tomorrow.”
“Joy…” She groaned, rolling her shoulders and ignoring the sore protest of her joints, slung her rake and spade up and steadily strode back to the humble settlement.
“Could I have a moment of your time?” A dour voice asked from behind her, causing the warrior to whirl about quickly… only to see nothing but air.
“Down here, bookah.”
If the prompting to turn her eyes downward hadn’t been enough of a clue, the nickname would have been. Just beneath her normal line of vision, the Asura genius Vekk was standing almost right on her feet, staring up at Devona with uniform black eyes that never seemed to blink quite enough.
“Vekk!” Devona yelped, trying hard to suppress her astonishment. “This is a… pleasant surprise.”
“Yes, I’m sure you’re positively charmed.” The Asura droned. “Please, spare the pleasantries. I am in plentiful amounts of haste.”
Devona had mixed feelings about Vekk in the time they allied to fight the Great Destroyer and his minions. On one hand, she liked his “to the point” nature; yet on the other… he could be so damned condescendingly obnoxious.
“Fine, then why are you here?”
“I need an audience with your king. I have the understanding you have the connections to make that possible.”
Devona blinked, wondering what would bring the Asura to make such a request. “My king?”
Vekk took a deep breath and sighed. What was it about humans that prompted them to ask stupid questions?
At one time, he had mused that humans spoke without really saying anything because they only had the intellect to either move their mouth or think, and if they stopped talking, their brains would start working… but eventually rejected that thought for being unnecessarily cynical.
“You’re Ascalonian, correct?” Vekk finally asked.
Devona nodded slowly. “Yes…”
“Then you should know who I’m talking about… unless the Kingdom of Ascalon has two kings; which I highly doubt from what I know of the land.”
“I see you’re gathering the thrust of the conversation oh so quickly.” Vekk drawled, his eyelids shifting, indicating he was rolling his eyes. “I need to speak with your King Adelbern as promptly as possible on a matter of great importance to both our people. I am told you have the ability to garner such an audience.”
“Even if I could… why should I?” The warrior asked, now beginning to sense that in a roundabout way she was being insulted.
“It would be more efficient to tell my story once with all relevant parties present than multiple times to everyone individually. I would hope in our time as allies you would have learned that I am not one to make such bold requests for trivial reasons.” The Asura straightened in a vain attempt to make himself look taller, and repeated, “I trust I can count on your assistance in this matter.”
Devona shook her head. “I think you overvalue my worth in the King’s eyes. I was a captain in his military, nothing more.”
“If by ‘nothing more’, you mean the consort and betro…”
Vekk felt Devona’s hand slap over his mouth, and his instincts kicked in, sinking his small yet dagger sharp teeth into the flesh.
The warrior yelped, and yanked her hand away. “You little beast!” She snarled, then noticed that Vekk was no longer paying attention to her; the Asura spitting and hacking while smacking his lips distastefully.
“That was vile.” He complained between spasms. “How do you humans bear being next to each other? What a horrible, putrid, and hideous…. Ugh! It’ll take me a week to wash the taste out of my mouth.”
“How in Grenth’s name did you know?” She demanded before nursing the now bleeding bite marks on her hand.
Vekk turned his gaze upward again. “I have my ways. The Asura may have been hidden, but we make it our habit of knowing things.”
“Nonetheless, that was a long time ago.” Devona answered, “And I’d rather you and your kin to not start spreading long dead news about. It means nothing anymore.”
“You sound so certain…”
At that moment, the farm master approached at a slow jog from the fields. “I heard a scream.” He said, his pitchfork at the ready and his eyes scanning for any threat, yet seemingly oblivious to Vekk as the old man’s eyes passed over three times. “Is something wrong?”
“Oh no, dear sir.” Vekk began, a mischievous grin beginning to spread across his face as he again looked up at Devona. The warrior caught the expression, and scowled as the Asura continued, “She was just a little surprised by my appearance. However, since you are here, I suppose that I should tell you that Devona is…”
“… Taking Vekk here to Ascalon for an important meeting with King Adelbern.” the warrior finished hastily, inwardly furious that she had been… guided… into that particular answer. “I’m afraid that it must take priority, and I will not be able to assist tomorrow with the harvest.”
The old farmer exhaled. “No offense, but you won’t exactly be missed. Half your load had to be discarded because you plucked it wrong. Go play hero… I know you’re good at that.”
Vekk started to chuckle, but Devona’s glare quickly silenced him. “Thank you, Farm Master Howell.” She said with a bow, even as her pride stung from being so casually dismissed by that dirty, simple old man. Vekk followed suit, then took stride behind Devona, having to pick his pace to a run occasionally to keep up with the human’s longer legs.
Nonetheless, it didn’t stop him from uttering cheerfully, “I do so love it when a plan comes together.”
* * * * *
When Devona was traveling and fighting whatever force of evil came her way, all she could think about was a time where she could be at peace and live a “normal” life.
And yet, after one month of that “normal” life, she couldn’t help but notice the spring in her step as she prepared for traveling once again.
“Are you ready yet?” Vekk asked from outside Devona’s hut, his voice reflecting impatience.
“Gods save you, Vekk. I’ve only been in here ten minutes.” She shouted back. On second thought, traveling with that Asura was quickly draining her excitement.
“Well, that’s ten minutes of my life wasted then. However, I wasn’t talking to you.”
Devona’s eyebrows turned downward, and her mind shifted in reverse. Hastily snapping her backpack shut and slinging it over her right shoulder, she took three strides to the door, flung it open, and began to ask, “Then who…?”
“You were going to go on a nice vacation, and you didn’t invite us?” Cynn’s teasing voice reflected her haughty posture. “We’re hurt.”
“Cynn! You can’t travel in your condition!” Devona protested. Being with child was a great responsibility not to be risked, and the road to Ascalon was perilous at the best of times, ironically much worse now then ever before since the Deldrimor abandoned their kingdom in the Shiverpeaks.
“I’m not giving birth tomorrow, for the gods sake.” Cynn answered with a roll of her eyes. “I’ve already had this fight with Mhenlo, and I’m not going through it again.”
“Yes, please… don’t go through it again.” Mhenlo said with a forlorn groan.
“Agreed, you wouldn’t want Cynn doing to your home what she did to theirs during their… disagreement.” Aiden answered. “After that, the village elders were about to demand Cynn leave before she set the whole settlement ablaze.”
Cynn grunted in disdain. “You light a few crows on fire to make a point, and people think you’re a menace. Isn’t that what the farmers want anyway? Besides, I wasn’t the one that animated their skeletons and sent them into the settlement center. That was Eve’s doing.”
“The screams were delightful… although I have to give credit to Adam. It was his idea, not mine.” The necromancer said with a voice that was bordering on wistful.
“At any rate, soon after our decision was made for us. The elders asked us none too politely if we could find somewhere more useful to be.” Mhenlo finished with a defeated sag of his shoulders.
Devona began to understand why the group was being asked to accompany her on her journey; the settlement wanted to get them out of the vicinity before they burned it to the ground.
“If it assuages your concerns any, my travel plans include an Asura Gate to just underneath what was once Thunderhead Keep.” Vekk added. “It will cut our travel time immensely.”
The young warrior sighed in surrender. “I suppose there’s nothing to do about it, is there? It’ll be like old times… for good or for ill.”
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20-09-2007, 17:41 #2Banes SonGuest
Thanks for saving the world and all, but go away now please.
Yup, Being a hero is just wonderful....
20-09-2007, 18:43 #3
22-09-2007, 05:01 #4
The silence of Thunderhead Keep was unnerving, to say the least.
Not even two months ago, this dwarven stronghold was bustling with activity… craftsmen peddling their wares, large congregations milling about on their business within the capital of the Deldrimor people.
And now… it was a ghost town, already beginning to show signs of its neglect, as the harsh environment of the Shiverpeaks began to sink its icy talons into the one proud fortress. The tall fire beacons now were unlit, one of them toppled perhaps by the occasional gale force gusts that ripped through the valley in which Thunderhead Keep lay. Towering drifts of snow piled to the very top of its stone walls, and the pathways were more than occasionally covered with treacherous layers of near invisible ice.
A statue to King Jalis Ironhammer was also toppled, but from investigation, it appeared to have been done by “intelligent” hands, likely looters hoping to spirit off with what was already spreading to legendary status of a veritable king’s fortune hidden somewhere in the keep. It saddened Devona to see the decay and desecration of the once mighty stalwart, the warrior remembering how it had stood triumphant over the best efforts of the Stone Summit, the White Mantle, and the enigmatic Mursaat.
Only to fall to the one force no mortal agency could be victorious against… time.
“Now here is where the dangers begin.” Vekk said. “Scouts report that the remains of the Stone Summit now roam these lands, and the wild beasts no longer fear what were once relatively safe areas of dwarven settlement.”
“And you are sure there were no closer gates to Ascalon?” Devona asked warily.
“I maintained the entire gate system, bookah. Trust me, I would know.” Vekk answered. “Now you just swing your sword pointy end first at any mean looking creatures, and leave the thinking to me, okay? I can assure you I am much more qualified.”
“Asura, unless you want a mean-spirited lobotomy, you will keep your insults to yourself.”
“Yes, I’m sure that inter-racial incident will go over real well.” Vekk answered, unconcerned. “How a dignified hero of the Asuran people was assaulted by the consor…”
Contrary to what Vekk might have thought, Devona was more than capable of learning, as this time, her hand circled around the Asuran elementalist’s throat. She had near effortlessly picked the small being off the ground before Mhenlo and Aidan could break the two up.
“Devona, I am not sure what has you on such edge, but now is not the time or place. Vekk is right that any squabbling that led to harm would reflect badly on you and the nation of Ascalon as a whole. And may I remind you that Ascalon needs all the friends we can get right now.”
Sensing that the warrior was not particularly listening to his line of reason, Aidan stepped in. “Mhenlo, tend to Vekk, and make sure he doesn’t irritate your wife. I suspect she would care little of Ascalon’s image in the Asuran eye. Devona, walk with me.”
The ranger so rarely gave orders that Devona felt compelled to obey before she even realized she was being commanded, but by that time the two were well out of earshot.
“I’m curious how Vekk learned of that tidbit.” The ranger mused.
“What tidbit?” Devona said with far less conviction than she wanted.
“I scouted for King Adelbern while you were still learning how to swing your hammer.” Aidan answered. “I know well of his connection to Ascalon’s Chosen, and the regard he held your father in… as well as the arrangement that was made just before your father’s death.”
“You…” She began, but let the accusation die upon the wind that was starting to pick up. “That was a long time ago. It holds no bearing anymore, and I grow weary of Vekk holding it above my head. It doesn’t matter… it’s all irrelevant.”
“Obviously it does matter, but I can understand why.” Aidan answered. “It must wound your pride to think what others will think of your rise through the ranks if they knew that you…”
“Hail! What brings you to these forsaken lands?” A voice suddenly burst from the distance, startling Aidan from whatever he was about to say, as well as drawing the attention of the rest of the group.
“Jora!” Aidan shouted, his previous thought completely forgotten, “I should ask you what brings you this far south!”
The assembly met within the town so as to continue the questions and answers in a more comfortable volume, taking a seat in a circle around Aiden who was dutifully building a fire to warm what he referred to as “weary flesh and bones.”
“I’m surprised that you felt to need to ask my business.” Jora declared with a grin. “I am on a hunt, obviously… and with these lands now untamed, the opportunities for newer challenges and prey should be abundant.”
The fire now lit, Aidan took a seat next to Vekk, who was sitting next to Jora. Devona found herself amused by the colossal size difference between the towering Norn and the diminutive Asura. Vekk wouldn’t have even been able to look Jora in the eye had he been standing on his toes… and it eased her mind to some degree to see Vekk dwarfed in such a fashion, like he had been belittled without him even noticing.
She was so amused in fact, that she never realized the conversation had turned to her and her traveling party until Cynn whistled, and asked, “Yes, Devona, why are we escorting Vekk to Ascalon anyway?"
Devona started, and gestured dismissively to the Asura. “Ask him.”
“I merely wish to meet your king on business that I hope will be beneficial for both his people and mine. I’d rather not waste your ears with a story you will simply hear again when we make audience with the venerable monarch.”
“Well, I likely will not hear the story.” Jora noted astutely.
“You’re welcome to join us if it intrigues you to such a degree.” Vekk answered unrelentingly. “As I said, we probably don’t have much time to waste. Even resting here is probably ill-advised.”
“That’s not the first time you’ve stated you’re in haste.” Devona said, her eyes narrowing. “Why are you in such a hurry to reach Ascalon?”
Vekk blinked, as if he had just been taken aback by Devona’s words. “You mean… you don’t know?”
“Know what?” Mhenlo queried.
Vekk slapped his forehead, and groaned, “Curse me for an apprentice, of course you wouldn’t know. The information line is considerably slower among humans than it is once it reaches Asuran hands. My deepest apologies, you must have thought me an incorrigible lout thus far.”
“Then out with it!” Cynn snarled. “For someone who claims not to waste time, you sure take forever to get to the point.”
“News coming out of the Ascalon border is that King Adelbern has gone gravely ill. I suppose it shouldn’t be terribly surprising, considering that the king is nearing his eighth decade, and most humans rarely live to see their sixth. Nonetheless, the opinion coming from my sources is that he probably doesn’t have much longer to live.”
The news staggered Devona, even though she acknowledged she shouldn’t be terribly surprised. King Adelbern was not a young man even when his son Rurik had led the refugees across the Shiverpeaks to Kryta; and the trials and hardships since could only have accelerated the years beleaguering his aging bones.
“And you would like to get whatever business you have completed before he dies and potentially starts a troublesome fight for succession.” Cynn added. “After all, Barradin is not young himself, and has no heirs either at this point.”
“Actually, I hold hope that my arrangement will prevent such a gridlock.” Vekk replied cryptically, and that once again drew Devona’s gaze. “And why I hope the king will be receptive to my offer.”
The Asura and the human shared a long, silent conversation with their eyes as Devona’s mind spun with the consequences of what the Asura was saying. Rurik was dead… Devona had seen the brash yet good-hearted prince slain right in these same mountains they now sat within. She had also been present for the wake of Princess Elana, Adelbern’s only daughter, who had been one of many victims of the Searing.
That only left… no… that wasn’t possible… was it?
“I see the warrior now understands the reason for my haste... and I promise answers will come for the rest of you when we are safely at our destination.” Vekk finally spoke. “I do apologize if it seems I am being rude, my Norn friend, but we really must continue our journey. I wish you luck in whatever you hunt. May it be suitable for your station and your honor.”
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24-09-2007, 00:42 #5Banes SonGuest
Wow! Most awesome twist! ok ok ok ok ok I'm hooked MORE!!!!!!! NOW!!!!!
*howls, froths and is generally unkempt*
24-09-2007, 03:22 #6
24-09-2007, 07:15 #7
King Adelbern pushed aside the attendant that was trying to adjust the monarch’s cloak with all the force his treasonous body could muster. “I am not a total invalid, young man.” He said forcefully, making the necessary shift despite his left arm protesting painfully to the movement.
To be honest, Adelbern rarely dressed up in his full regalia as of late… the effort to do so was rarely worth it, and only seemed to make his illness worse. But this request for his summons he sensed would be different.
Devona rarely ever invoked a request to speak with him in an official audience; in fact, she had never done so as far as he could remember. On one hand, it somewhat hurt him that she gave him such a wide berth. He remembered a time when she was barely up to his knee, blissfully unaware that she stood next to royalty, gleefully showing him whatever triumph she had experienced in the garden or the stream behind her parent’s homestead while her mother looked on in horror and her father laughed heartily.
On the other hand, he understood her reasons. Her father had raised her to be proud and independent, making her way through life on her own merits. It would not have been worthy of her that people might think her almost prodigal rise through the ranks of the military was because of the connections she had with the ruler of the land.
But she was asking for his presence now, and that alone would have made all the pain the illness racking his body could bring to bear. He had made a promise to Mordakai all those years ago that he would take care of Devona if anything were to happen. Anything the young lady wished at this point would be hers.
* * * * *
Devona felt she had been prepared for the knowledge that the King of Ascalon was in grave health, but she had been wrong, and the sight of him as he emerged from the back hall of the throne room nearly brought her to tears.
Even at sixty, King Adelbern had been an inspiring presence, barrel-chested with arms that were more like tree trunks than anything human, seeming to defy Grenth himself with his vitality and seemingly endless reserves of power.
Now, he looked more like something left to wither on a vine. His arms trembled as he slowly lowered himself into the gold and velvet throne, and she was almost certain he had grunted in pain when his back met the backing of the seat. Her companions were in a similar state of disbelief, not even sure they wanted to acknowledge this man before them was the monarch of their homeland.
Even his voice, once booming and demanding respect and obedience the moment it essayed had been strangled by the disease that had desecrated his body. He coughed violently before he could even utter his first words, angrily pushing away the efforts of the steward at his side as he regained the command of his lungs.
“Devona, my dear… I am sorry you have to see me like this.” The once mighty king forced out.
“Your highness, you look as stout as ever.” She replied with a wan smile.
“My sight may have grown feeble, but I know yours is as sharp as a keen bird of prey. Do not insult me with platitudes.” The king answered, for a moment, recapturing his fiery spirit. “I am ill, I know it, and you all know it.”
His features softened despite the pain that was building within him the longer he stood anywhere resembling upright. “It’s been many years since I last spoke to you, Captain Devona. Tell me what it is you require.”
“Actually, it is not me that needed to see you, your highness.” Devona answered sheepishly, suddenly feeling guilty that she had roused the obviously ailing man from his rest. “I present to you Vekk, of the Asura. He was the one that needed to speak with you.”
“The Asura?” King Adelbern asked rhetorically squinting as Vekk slowly stepped forward, his resigned sigh only adding to Devona’s discomfort. “Yes, my scouts have told me of a new race of beings coming up from the depths of the earth, followed by the Destroyers that heralded the disappearance of the dwarves.”
Another series of painful coughs racked the proud monarch, and this time he didn’t have the strength to refuse aid, the almost sinfully young steward helping him upright, and offering what Devona guessed was some form of restorative drink from a thick mug.
“Please, your highness… it will help.” The young man pleaded, moments later satisfied that the king had done as requested.
“Your eminence, had I known your condition was this severe, I would not have troubled you.” Vekk said with a sincerity that surprised Devona. “I will also strive to make my tale as swift as possible.”
“My health should not deter you from business you deem important, sir.” Adelbern replied, successfully fighting back another crippling cough. “Do not shorten important details for the sake of my comfort.”
“As you wish, your excellence.” Vekk affirmed with another deep and respectful bow. Straightening, the Asura seemed uncertain as just where to begin, but once he again locked eyes with the battered monarch, the aged king’s eyes defiant and proud, he knew just how to proceed.
“My people at one time flourished under the lands you humans ruled. We had cities and academies all throughout the deeps of Tyria… until the Destroyers rose up and ran us from our homes. With that menace abated, my people seek to reclaim whatever we can of our empire. Our history and knowledge are dear to us, and whatever we can salvage, we will.”
“A noble exploit, sir.” Adelbern acknowledged.
“One such citadel of knowledge resided underneath your lands; in fact mere miles from this grand capital of Rin, your eminence. My people called it Atal Ra; “The Rising Sun” in your language. Within it, the legendary S’sleth, who the surface peoples call The Forgotten, as I understand, maintained the highest honor for those who wished to be premier among our people in ways of learning.”
“I myself was taught in those grand halls… floors of gold, tablets filled with knowledge as old as the birth of the gods themselves, wondrous devices that showed us things that would strain your mind just to comprehend their existence.” Vekk intoned, his passion for the place clear to anyone who could hear. “When the Destroyers overwhelmed our Center Transfer Chamber, we feared and assumed it overrun and obliterated like all the other waypoints in our transportation network.”
“I do not entirely understand your words, sir… but I think I do understand the general meaning. I’m guessing that your fears were proven untrue?”
Vekk smiled approvingly. “Yes, your excellence. My people half of one month ago received a blessed communication from Atal Ra. The academy had been besieged, and had been damaged, but it still stood… they had held off the Destroyers long enough for the combined might of the surface world to break the Destroyer’s grasp.”
“And you are here to see me… why?” Adelbern then queried, taking another sip of his mug in anticipation of another burst from his protesting lungs. “If the Destroyers are broken, I don’t see why you can’t travel the way you always did to the grand halls you speak of.”
“While the Destroyers are broken, many still apparently linger mindlessly within the chamber that Atal Ra resides. In addition, the depths of Tyria are no terribly stable since the Destroyer invasion. Even if we wanted to reconnect the gates, the Central Transfer Station will likely completely collapse within the year.”
“This is where we need your help, your excellence.” Vekk said nervously. “My people do not have the means or ability to mount an offensive to reclaim Atal Ra. We barely have said means to mobilize the drilling team that will clear a physical path to the academy. I humbly ask in the name of friendship between our peoples that you assist us in our efforts to regain the jewel of our heritage.”
“You ask me to put Ascalonian lives in your hands, for nothing more than the spirit of friendship?” King Adelbern asked. “I may be old, and I may indulge in opening alliances with new nations, but I did not become king to throw away the lives of my people, people who have families and a heritage of their own.”
“I understand that, your eminence.” Vekk answered. “But I think there is something down in Atal Ra that will interest you greatly.”
“What do you mean?” The king demanded, “Speak!” The shouted command caused him to bend over temporarily, but he reassumed his stance mere seconds later.
The Asura turned his attention towards the window of the palace, where the sun was slowly lowering towards the horizon. Vekk found nature’s analogy quite fitting. As the sun set on one day, it would soon rise again brightly and promising a new one.
“You have no heirs, am I correct?”
“What business is that of yours?” The king retorted.
Vekk took a deep breath. “I never thought I’d be having this discussion eight years ago. At that time, my people were a secretive lot. Not proudly, I’ll admit that most from the surface that stumbled upon us were killed. Fortunately, the denizens of Atal Ra were more forgiving, and those that came upon our great academy were recruited as drudges or manual labor, never to return to their homes. Perhaps it was cruel, but we shamefully figured our methods were better than death.”
Another deep breath prompted his continuance. “I told you that quick story to tell you this one. About a month before the event known as the Searing, one man came upon an old and to our shame overlooked Gate within the southern barrier mountains of Ascalon. To our amazement, he somehow managed to activate said gate, and appear within Atal Ra itself. This fascinated us Asura, especially; we had always figured that humans were of extremely limited intelligence. But this man; in time, he proved to be near… no, more than our equal in intellect. His absorbed the knowledge of Atal Ra with all the speed and retention of the best my race could offer.”
“When the Destroyers attacked, it turned out this human was the one who mustered and commanded the academy’s defense. In the face of numbers and tenacity that should have easily rolled any resistance, he managed to lead the survivors to victory. Now he heads what remains of the academy itself, it appears… much to the chagrin of many of my peers.”
Vekk once more turned his gaze upon King Adelbern, and the Asura could see the brimming realization coming to bear within the frail monarch, and the faintest glimmer of hope rekindled within the old man’s spirit. “You should know this man, my excellence. Perhaps you assumed him dead, killed by the same Searing that killed your daughter and led to the death of your firstborn. I am here to tell you that is false. Coran, son of Adelbern, Prince of Ascalon, still lives among the Asura and S’sleth survivors of Atal Ra.”
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24-09-2007, 15:16 #8
this is awesome!
the king had 3 children :O well thats a surprise i only thought it was 2 :D
and devona... last time ur in my party :P
24-09-2007, 17:09 #9Banes SonGuest
Oh oh! you are good! What a great twist to a old story! This is gonna rock!
24-09-2007, 21:13 #10
Rurik had a brother... @_@
I hope he doesn't wield a fiery dragon sword :D