The Fight for Valor

[Axel]

Ok...this was my first serious try at writing a proper story. I'm taking time out from it as I'm not happy with the dribble i'm writing at the moment and it seems a shame to ruin a half way good story. I shall put one chapter in each post...they're short chapters.

Author: Axel
The Meeting
In the dead of night a brawny 17 year old boy was hunched over a mess of sticks, twigs, logs and parchment in the centre of a small clearing in the trees of the forest. The occasional hoot of an owl or the howl of a wolf filled the darkness around him. His iron armour, clearly rusting had heavy dents in it, his face was heavily bruised and he was covered from head to toe in mud. His blonde hair was neatly cut so it didn’t reach his ears and the fringe fell about half way down his forehead, a slight stubble was visible under the mud as he clearly had not saved in a few days. He stood at 6ft5”, he had wide shoulders with a barrel chest and his muscley form was clear even under his armour. His cold shaking hands were clenching a piece of flint and a stone which he clashed together over and over trying to make a spark as a lone bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. As he failed again he rose to his feet and roared, but a lurch of pain in his leg brought him back to the ground stifling a cry of agony, he grabbed his flint stone once more and he carried on with his previous endeavours.
Out of nowhere a quiet voice spoke “The never giving up soldier. I wonder how you got out here, that’s not the armour of the national army or the guard, and I don’t think a member of the fighters guild would be this far out and all alone.”
The teen grabbed his axe and his iron shield and began to spin round while staring into the trees. “Who are you? Where are you? Show yourself coward” he barked into the trees.
“Hmm, a deserter calling me a coward” the voice was closer now but he still couldn’t see the speaker.
“I’m not a deserter, show yourself!” his voice shaking with the fear he tried so hard to hide.
“Calm down my friend,” the voice was getting closer as it spoke but it was also moving round in circles. “I’m not going to hurt you or even fight you, I’m just a wanderer like yourself, and I can also start a fire”. Suddenly a boy who could be no older than 8, wearing dark red robes with the hood down appeared right in front of the warrior. His brown hair had been let to grow naturally and hung loosely just on his young shoulders. He still retained his puppy fat but wasn’t exactly slim as it was although not overweight. His eyes were filled with youth and curiosity. The warrior jumped, but as he realised it was just a kid he lowered his weapons. “That’s better. Hi I’m James but call me Jimmy. I’m a mage”.
“Sure you are kid, but I’m busy, now scram”, but just as he finished his sentence a small blazing fireball was in Jimmy’s hands, he pushed his hands towards the collection of wood and parchment, sent the fireball into the center of the pile. The pile began to burn with a soft, warm orange that lit the whole opening.
“How’d you do that?” the soldier exclaimed.
“I told you, I’m a mage”, his tone was dull and bored but suddenly it picked up with childish curiosity, “What’s your name?”
“Jesan,” he said, “was it you who was talking earlier?”
“Yep, cast a spell to make my voice sound spooky and everythink”.
“Don’t you mean everything?”
“You got a probwem with the way I speak?!”
“No, not at all,” He eyed the boy curiously, he knew better than to anger a mage, even if it was only tall enough to bite his knee caps and that’s if it jumped, “what’s a kid doing in the middle of a forest at this name of night?”
“My parwents ‘disowned’ me, whatever that means. I set fire to my bedwoom and they kicked me out, onto the cold and wet stweet.” His head was hung and his voice solemn, but yet again it picked up into a exited chatter, “So I came out here, the forwest is fun and creepy at night. So, Jesan, that’s a stwange name.”
“I’m not from this country, I’m what’s known as a mercenary, I had got a job here that’s all. I’m from Antimatiss, it’s a small, cold country, just north of here”
“What happened to your leg?” Curiosity sparked once again in the boy’s face.
“The job went wrong, we were meant to collect a rather valuable statue from a old ruin of a Elven Palace but it crawling with goblins. I’m the only one that got out and that was after one of them smashed my leg with its club.”
“Ok”, the boy looked puzzled, “What’s a rwuin?”
“Its something that is very damaged and isn’t used anymore.”
“Oh. Let me look at your leg, I’m very good at healing magic,” the young boy examined the leg, occasionally poking it to the reaction of ‘ow!’. Then calmly said, “Its brwoken”, with that he hovered his hands over the break and a dim glow was released.
“Hey, the pain’s gone!”
“Told you I was good.” Suddenly a body fell out of a nearby tree, Jesan grabbed his war axe once more but Jimmy just walked casually over to the boy. He was clad in full black leather armour, but had red stain on the left-hand side where a broken arrow shaft was visible and had penetrated the armour. The boy was in his teens and had passed out, he had mahogany coloured hair that covered his ears and his fringe curved just above his eyes but when straight would reach over his eyes. His eyelids were slightly open giving a glimpse of the piercing ice blue eyes that hid in the darkness of his head. He was 5ft9” and was slim of build, he was not muscle bound nor was he scrawny and was clearly athletic. He carried a good quality Dwarven Bow, about 100 Dwarven arrows and a shortened Katana. While Jimmy inspected the wound, Jesan unsheathed the blade, which a reflection of the moon glanced over as it was removed from its hold. He noticed an inscription on the blade, but on closer investigation the words were written in Elven, he translated them to himself; ‘This blade, forged in the fires of the Elven province Tempura, shall bath in the blood of its wielder’s enemies’.
“He’s lost a lot of blood, I can heal the wound but he needs blood, I think that he’s type A” Jimmy pronounced, bringing Jesan’s attention away from the blade.
“So am I, I’ll give him blood” Jesan replied as he lifted the Iron Cuirass over his head with a grunt of pain, his bruises complaining and rolled up the sleeve of his ice blue tunic.
Jimmy drew a silver dagger from his belt and a pewter goblet from his bag “This is gonna hurt. Right, I’ve found your artewry” as the last syllable left his mouth his he accurately sliced Jesan’s artery and collected the blood in the goblet then swiftly, with another dim glow of light, healed the cut. He placed the goblet on the floor, then clenching his hand round the shaft of the arrow and gave a sharp tug, removing the arrow from the side of the boy. Calling upon his power another glow of light healed the wound over and Jesan rolled the sleeve down and heaved his cuirass back over his head. Jimmy turned to the goblet and put his hand over it, but when he removed it the blood had disappeared, Jimmy placed his hands on the unknown boy’s chest and suddenly a light so bright it could blind a man emitted from his hands. A loud gasp came from the boy as he awoke, and seeing the two strangers he reached for his sword, but it was gone. Then feeling his side found the shaft was gone and the wound healed.
“How’d I get down here? How’d my injury get healed?” his voice was posh with quite a low note
“You collapsed from blood loss” Jesan commented.
“And I saved your life,” Jimmy smiled then added, “I’m a mage”.
“I know you are, I’ve been watching you two”.
“You have a name, spy?” Jesan advanced on the leather clad stranger
“The names Curio and I’m not a spy, I’m an assassin and no, neither of you are targets.”
“Hmmm a 15 year old assassin. Ha, don’t make me laugh” Jesan roared,
“I believe you had the same reaction when the little one here told you he was a mage”.
“Ok wise guy, how’d you get a wound like that if you’re a master of the shadows.”
“Me and my father received a contract to eliminate the leader of a gang of vigilantes.” As he remembered he spoke…

[Axel]

The Botched Mission
Curio’s father entered their large house through the side door carrying a small sack of gold and a piece parchment.
“An assignment?” Curio asked.
His father looked up from the page, “Yes” and handed the letter to Curio

Dear Assassins,
I have received the contract which the guild has been employed for requires my top assassins and you two have never failed to go beyond the call of duty. You are to enter the ruins of Fort Cloud and eliminate the leader of a gang of Vigilantes. His men are loyal to their death so expect trouble if you’re discovered. The man who has hired our guild has stated that for every member of the gang killed you will receive 100 gold on top of the 5,000 gold for killing the head of the gang. If you fail to kill the leader but you still kill a member of the gang you will receive the money for that member. There are 20 men in his group as well as your target Orc named Yag gro-Gamul. Due to the companies Race Bonus Clause you will receive 150 gold from the guild for his death as well as the employers payment. Enclosed is 1,000 gold in advance. So if you kill all 21 of the targets you will receive at least 7,150 gold payment. Below I have listed the race bonuses, these apply to all targets:

Civilised Troll: 300 gold
Wolf folk: 200 gold
Minotaur: 200 gold
Orc: 150 gold
Dwarf: 100 gold
Minotaur: 95
Catman: 75 gold
Elf: 60 gold
Civilised Goblin: 50 gold
Hobbit: 25 gold
If any of the races above are infected by Vampirism then the bonus rises by 50 gold. Any humans, ghosts, zombies or skeletons have no bonus attached, unless a human is infected by Vampirism, which gives a bonus of 50 gold.

Happy hunting
Cyrus
P.S. I have enclosed a map of the ruins of Fort Cloud to guide you through whilst on your assignment. And Wariel, please at least consider a desk job after this, it’s about time you retired.

“An Orc!” Curio shouted.
“Yes, an Orc, now don’t get to exited. I know it’s your first Orc but we may not get to him with 20 men in the way.” A slight frown creased his brow. “I hate the way they say Civilised Troll or Goblin. Just because one part of a species can talk and shows some signs of human intelligence and the others are basic minded imbecilic morons does not make the former civilised.” The frown deepened “Then again I can’t talk, I kill people for a living.”
“Stop moaning and get ready, its gonna take us 3 hours to ride to the fort according to the map.” Curio murmured as he pulled on his armour and stretched to zip the back up.
“Ok, ok.” His father collected his leather armour. By the time his father had finished putting on his armour Curio had his iron shortsword sheathed on his waist and an oak bow with iron tipped arrows strapped to his back. His father sighed, attached his sheathed short Katana to his belt then put his Dwarven bow over one shoulder and his arrows over the other. “Lets get going then”. Both of them left the house and slipped over to the town stables where their two fine black horses stood eating the grass. Hauling themselves up onto their horses’ backs they began to silently trot out of sight, as soon as they could not seen or heard from the town’s high walls they broke into a gallop within an hour darkness fell and they stopped to rest their black stallions.
“We’re making amazing time, only another 1 hour and 30 minutes ride and we’ll be there” Curio chuckled.
“Less if we push the horses as hard as we have been, probably about 45 minutes. Right they’ve had enough rest”, they re-mounted and galloped off into the darkness.
It wasn’t too long before the fort came into view, they dismounted and began to silently run towards the ruins. Crouching in a ditch about 50 metres away from the fort they observed the security.
“Ok, according to the map there is a hidden entrance about 10 metres north east of here, that should be easier to get through but first things first.” He notched an arrow and fired at a silhouette standing on the battlements, the arrow flew silently and swiftly, striking its target through the jugular. The silhouette fell from the wall and landed with a muffled thump, “That bonus is for your college fund”. The two assassins moved swiftly across the grass in the direction of Northeast until they came across a hatch in the ground. Curio notched an arrow and aimed towards the hatch, his father heaved it open and Curio leased the arrow through the eye of a startled Elf sentry. They jumped down into the fort and landed expertly making no sound, Curio placed a foot on the Elf’s throat and pulled his arrow from the eye of his victim to notch it again. From the ditch to their current position had taken them less than 10 seconds, their actions were fluent and it all seemed rehearsed. Curio lead the way through a tunnel with his bow raised and the string pulled tight. The tunnel had a small amount of water trickling continuously along the bottom yet still neither assassin made a sound. They reached a T-junction and heard footsteps approaching, so pressed themselves quickly against the wall. Wariel, being nearest the junction drew his blade. They stood there in silence listening to the footfalls of the Vigilante until finally he walked passed the junction, Curio’s father swiftly moved to stand behind the man and silently slit his throat, then gently let the man’s body down to meet the cold stone floor.
“3 down, 18 to go,” Curio whispered to his father who smiled and sheathed his weapon. They consulted the map and headed right, Curio lead the way again, his bow held up and the string pulled back to its full. Finally they reached a balcony looking out onto a large dining room. Striding up and down the balcony was a large Orc who was looking at the vigilantes eating.
“That’s him,” his father’s voice hardly audible as he pointed out Yag. Drawing his blade once more, Wariel waited for the Orc to turn and walk the other way, then he and Curio swiftly caught up with the Orc and Wariel thrust his blade through the thick fur cuirass and Yag’s heart before catching the large man. Without looking he lowered him onto a pressure plate that clanged as it was set into action, the older man closed his eyes, sighed and mouthed an obscenity. The men eating below turned to look at the balcony where their great leader had been just moments before but now replaced by two leather clad assassins, one of whom bent down to collect the Orc’s shield. The gang unleashed volley after volley of arrows up to the balcony as the two murderous men ran for the hallway. A few of the arrows hit the armour without piercing it and others clashed against the stone wall and floor, but as Wariel reached the hallway Curio was struck just below his ribs on his left side. Curio stifled his cry and stumbled into the corridor, his dad slammed the thick wooden door behind him and barricaded it with a table that was in the hallway. Curio sat up against the wall, breathing deeply while spitting blood out, his father knelt by him and pulling a scroll out of his pocket ‘A scroll to heal internal bleeding’, he cast the scroll’s powers upon his son who stopped spiting out blood.
“Now, I can’t remove the arrow as its stopping some of the bleeding. Give me your weapons and you take mine,” he said snapping the arrow so it wouldn’t catch on anything, he removed his and his son’s weapons. “I’ll hold ‘em off while you run. Now go straight to Ebstith, I think that’s the nearest town, then go to the mages guild, they should sort you out. My weapons are worth more than yours are and I ain’t letting this rabble get their hands on them. When you’re healed go to Kavinew, get into the chapel undercroft and head for the stone angel. Place my blade in the gap between her fingers, she will ask a question then move aside to reveal some stairs. Head down to the room at the bottom, announce yourself to the Hobbit who will greet you. He will take you to Cyrus’s chambers. Explain to Cyrus what has happened, by then he will have already received information that one of us is dead, although he probably won’t know which one, and how many of them we killed. Collect the reward; he will give you 2 weeks leave of absence, use the money to live off while you’re not working, when you return he will ask you if you wish to quit, that is up to you.”
“But father…” he gasped.
“No buts, do as I say. Now go”, he helped Curio to his feet and Curio started off down the corridor, following the route they’d taken on the way in, as it would be clear now. “God speed son, god speed”, his father muttered as he watched his son run, he notched 3 arrows at once, loosened the blade from its sheath and placed the shield of Yag in front of him. As the large thick door burst off its hinges and vigilantes began to pour through it, leasing the arrows he drew the shortsword, picked up the shield and steadied himself for the onslaught. Giving a loud battle cry as the group of rushing men reached him.
Curio turned into the water logged tunnel as the battle cry reached his ears, a tear silently rolled down his cheek but he wiped it away and continued on his way, there’d be time for crying once he was safe. He splashed his way through the tunnel not caring for stealth until he reached the hatch, it was still open from their entrance. Ignoring the Elf’s corpse he lifted himself up through the gap, agony filling his whole left side, before he closed the hatch he could still hear the clash of swords which meant his father was still alive; for now at least. He kicked the hatch closed but before leaving he placed two pieces of wood over the non-hinged side of the hatch. One end of each plank was on the hatch and the other was on the wooden frame around the hatch, he then fired a arrow through each end of both planks, effectively nailing it shut. ‘That should buy me more time’ he thought to himself as he ran for the tree line in the distance, where he knew the horses were, pain coursed through him as he sped towards their horses. He mounted his Steed and galloped away through the trees, clinging to the creatures neck with his right arm as his left hung limp by his side but the horse was running so fast that he could barely hold on let alone slow it. As the horse danced round a tree it sent Curio flying from its back and onto the ground and he could do no more than watch the horse gallop away. He lay on the ground for 5 minutes before his ears picked out some sound to the west, hauling himself to his feet he sneaked over for a better look. It wasn’t long before he reached the edge of a clearing with a soldier in the middle clashing a stone and some flint together. Curio decided that something may come of this and struggled his way up a nearby tree for a better view. Strangely a small boy shortly joined the soldier and lit the fire, so he listened to their conversation. Suddenly all went black and he awoke healed and unarmed…

[Axel]

The Camp Raid
“To be fair Jesan, it all adds up” Jimmy added.
“Whats next? A horse that can speak Elven?!” Jesan exclaimed.
“Can I have my weapons back now?” Curio asked, Jesan growled and threw the weaponry back to the boy.
“That blade, is it a family heirloom?” Jesan eyed it carefully.
“Yes, it’s been in my family for generations. Why?” Curio’s face turned suspicious.
“Tempura hasn’t been a province or country for 700 years, not since civil war ripped it apart and humans mopped up the mess.” Jesan answered smugly, as if he felt he’d proved he was smarter than Curio.
“For a foreigner you know this nations history well. You come from a well educated background” Curio replied.
“Well, I am Roy …err… I mean from a wealthy family” he sputtered.
Suspicion covered Curio’s face “What were you going to say?”
“Nothing!” he snapped “Don’t you need to be getting to Kavinew?” He changed the subject quickly.
“Yes. Well thank you for the medical attention young one, but I must be on my way.” He smiled at Jimmy.
“Oh can I come? Please! Please! Please, I’ll be good” Jimmy begged
“Oh ok, but you cause me any trouble at all and you’re off to the children’s home” Curio joked.
“Yippee!” Jimmy hopped up and down
“Well good luck, I’ve got some business in the capital,” Jesan began to settle into his very large tent which was obviously meant for most of his group.
“Oh Jesan you’ve got to come” Jimmy’s face dropped.
“I’m not going anywhere till morning” Jesan yawned.
“Well, I’m in no hurry” Curio said smarmily.
“Yeah, that’s settled we’re a fellowship!” Jimmy began to jump around. Jesan grumbled, he couldn’t let the kid down now. Jimmy began to chant ‘the fellowship leaves in the morning’ over and over in a childlike fashion.
“How can he have so much energy?” Jesan groaned as Curio took it upon himself to enter the tent and curl up in the corner with a blanket over him.
“He’s a kid, you only lose the will to live during adolescence,” Curio muttered, gave a loud yawn and drifted off into sleep despite the hyper-active mage jumping and shouting outside.
“Jimmy, go to bed!” Jesan roared. Jimmy promptly stopped, waddled into the tent, gathered all the spare blankets and furs then began to build a small fort in which to sleep. ‘This is gonna be a long night’, Jesan thought to himself, ‘I’m never having kids’. It took 20 minutes for Jimmy to settle but after that they all slept soundly until a low growling woke them.
Looking up Jesan saw a smallish Wolfman standing over them. Despite his size he could easily rip Jesan to pieces in a fight. Jesan looked at the creature’s face but decided not to because the wolf features mixed with human features left a rather ugly result.
“Looksy what we have here lads.” The creatures voice was ruff and low, an Elf and a rather battle scared hobbit peered into the tent “Looks like we got ourselves some livestock,” he gave a booming laugh
“And that one there has a pretty blade,” the Hobbit’s voice was scratchy. “Can I keep it Frackmish?” the Hobbit stared at the scabbard attached the hip of Curio.
“Sure you can Serge” the Wolfman growled.
“You want to sell us into slavery?” Jesan sounded unimpressed.
“Yep, that’s the plan,” The Elf replied.
“Now you 3, out the tent!” the Frackmish ordered. Jesan winked at his companions to reassure them he had it under control, exiting the tent while the Elf kept them in the sights of his bow, Serge quickly shackled their hands. Outside the tent stood a small Orc carrying a silver Battleaxe, a man with a scar going across his eye. “Now who are you?” the Wolf barked.
Jesan cut in front of Curio who was about to give an unpleasant and uncooperative reply.
“I am Jesan Snowmane, Prince and heir to the throne of Antimatiss. The young one is my adviser who has knowledge beyond his age and the aggressive one is my friend and personal bodyguard.”
“And what a good guard he is!” the wolf howled “You expect me to believe that bull.”
“I bear the royal mark on my tunic” Jesan stood tall.
“Serge, take his cuirass off so we can see this mark.” The hobbit kicked Jesan in the back of his legs to bring him to his knees, then as he lifted the heavy iron off Jesan revealing the tunic Jesan swiped the keys. He unlocked himself and slipped them to Curio who began to subtly unlock the shackles that bound his wrists. Then he tried to pass them to Jimmy who shook his head and showed that he’d already magically unlocked them so Curio hid them. Sure enough on the right of Jesan’s chest was the royal family shield and the words ‘live and let die’ curled round it. “So the boy speaks at least part truth.”
“Lets take there stuff” the Orc muttered.
“Now!” Jesan cried, grabbing his War-axe he beheaded the Elf, Jimmy shot a fireball at the Orc and Curio quickly drew his blade, thrust it into the man’s chest and in the same motion withdrew it while spinning on heels and slashing the wolf across the chest. The creature stumbled backwards but didn’t seem to be that badly injured but Serge dropped his shortsword and ran for the trees. Curio sheathed his blade grabbed his bow and notched an arrow and sighted the hobbit all in under a second but before the arrow could be leased a cry of warning came from Jesan as the beast crashed into the side of Curio. Curio and the Wolfman rolled into a tree and the Wolf won the upper hand, it loomed over Curio and snarled. Jesan threw his axe with all his strength and the head planted itself deeply and firmly between the creature’s shoulder blades. Frackmish gave a grunt of pain and raised his hand as if he was going to slash Curio across the face but a fireball met its hand. The moments distraction was just enough as a split second later Jesan’s large and muscley bulk crashed into the creature and this time Jesan won the roll. His mind filled with both anger and fear, he instinctively realised he was unarmed and began hit the creature over and over. Howling in agony Frackmish threw Jesan off him who slammed into a large oak tree. The creature’s face was completely disfigured even for a Wolfman and streams of blood ran from its nostrils, it turned back to Curio only to see the boy’s bow raised, an arrow notched and the aim perfect. He leased the arrow flew straight towards the creatures head, it moved just fast enough to avoid death but the arrow ripped through Frackmish’s abdomen. He hit the ground with a grunt then scrambled to his feet and ran off into the tree line. Curio notched another arrow, he wouldn’t miss this time.
“No!” Jesan called as he picked him self up, “Let him go, he won’t bother us in a hurry.” He groaned as he straightened up.
“Are you two alwight?” Jimmy shouted as he ran towards them, Curio put the arrow back.
“I’m fine, not sure bout ‘mister heroics’ over here though,” Curio smiled suddenly loosing his posh accent.
“Hey! Those heroics saved your life, and its just a few bruises, I’ve had worse,” Jesan grunted.
“I had him, I didn’t need your help, that’s twice that you stopped me from getting his head for my mantle!” Curio joked.
“Sure you did kid. Sure you did.” Jesan chuckled.
“Anyway, check you Your Majesty” Curio bowed sarcastically.
“That’s just why I didn’t mention it before,” retrieving his cuirass and looking round for his axe but it was no where to be seen, “That beast’s got my axe! Now I’ll have use this big heavy lump of silver,” he complained as he picked up the deceased Orc’s battleaxe and tied to his back.
“You’ll do more damage with that anyway,” Curio sighed. Out of the corner of his eye his saw Jimmy pick up Serge’s shortsword “Be careful with that kid” he shouted.
“I won’t hurt myself,” Jimmy piped up.
“I know, I’m more worried about you breaking the sword, that’s a top quality ebony blade!”
“Oh, really. Curio, will you teach me how to use it?” Jimmy looked quizingly at him.
“Sure, it can’t hurt you to know how use a sword.” Curio and Jimmy went over to corner and began to teach him basic sword skills. Jesan looked at them and smiled, then wondered off into the forest.

[Axel]

On to Kavinew!
“For a kid with no military heritage you sure have a natural skill for a sword,” Curio complemented Jimmy with surprise, “I think you’ve got the basics”
“What’s herwitage?” Jimmy’s face was puzzled.
“Your family history.” Curio explained but Jimmy was looking round, “What’s up?”
“Jesan’s gone” Jimmy’s voice sounded upset and disheartened
“That piece of scum!” Curio was fuming “He’s gone off to the capital without saying!”
“He said he’d come with us to Kavinew” Jimmy was getting more and more upset and he stamped his foot, then a rustle in the tree’s alerted Curio to danger, maybe the surviving vigilantes were coming after him. He drew his blade.
“Get behind me jimmy” he ordered, the boy obediently stood behind the assassin “Show yourself”
“Woah, it’s only me,” Jesan came into view from the tree line, dragging a deer, “I got breakfast”
“Don’t do that!” Curio shouted as he sheathed his blade.
“Do what?” Jesan looked confused.
“Sneak off without saying then scare the life out of me when you come back!”
“Sorry!” he said sarcastically.
“Apology accepted” he replied in the same manner, “Jimmy, do us a favour and do your fire trick again.”
“Sure thing” Jimmy began forming a fireball in his hands and placed it into newly made fire and it began to blaze, “nice and toasty”
“Thank you” Jesan mumbled, he began to skin the deer and had competed his task in 5 minutes, he constructed a spit and put the deer on it. It took twenty minutes for the deer to cook.
“As soon as we’ve eaten we’re off” Curio grumbled as he was handed his share of the meat.
“Yes, anyway I’m done,” Jesan belched and threw the bone that his meat had been on into the bushes, Curio and Jimmy quickly finished their shares of the meat. Jesan packed the camp away and the 3 boys headed towards the corrupt city of Kavinew. They bathed in the warmth of the midday sun as they walked, Jesan could hardly believe that just a few miles north of here, even now in the middle of summer, the temperature sank and snow fell. Beams of light were dotted around as the light found a way through the thick canopy overhead. Suddenly a shuffle of feet on the loose soil caught the attention of the group, Curio drew his bow and notched an arrow, all three gazed into the bushes, then a hobbit ran out and head cross country.
“It’s that scab Serge” Curio growled.
“Leave him, something tells me we’ll be seeing him and that Frackmish again.” Jesan commanded.
Curio scowled at the crown prince and very nearly turned the bow on him, instead he muttered
“He thinks he’s so big” under his breath.
“What was that?” Jesan barked.
“Nothing!” Curio spat.
“Knock it off, lets go to Kavinew” Jimmy moaned and they went on their way again.
An hour later the tall marble walls of Kavinew came into sight
“Lavish and a waste of money” Jesan commented.
“The city makes enough from bribes alone” Curio explained “it’s common knowledge that you can bribe the guards for anything, hence why my guild’s HQ is stationed here.”
“Makes sense, where is the Guild hall?” Jesan asked.
“Chapel undercroft” Curio replied, “Shall we?” motioning towards the city
“I believe we shall” Jesan smiled and the moved towards the large, solid mahogany gates.
“State your name and business” one of the guards grumbled in a bored tone of voice, Curio dropped a small bag of gold into the guards hands and the gates gradually creaked open. The 3 boys strode into the city and headed straight for the chapel. In the middle of the building stood a large shrine, dedicated to the God Morag who is said to rule over all of time and space. Around it were shrines to his four deputies, who saw over a specific part of the Universe; Garthen, the god of war, Martha, the goddess of life, Tor, the god of death and Duarte, the god of luck.
“May I help you” a priest approached them
“Yes, I’m here to visit a family members tomb, I’m told it’s in the undercroft.”
“Of course, the undercroft is through the door at the bottom stairs which are at the back of the chapel.” The priest smiled
“Thank you father” Curio nodded his head and proceeded to the back of the chapel, descended the stairs and walked through the doors.
The undercroft was earth walled and floored with a slab roof, “Last place I’d look for assassins would be in a holy building” Jesan mumbled.
“There are other ways in but you need the key” Curio walked over to the statue his father had described and placed his fathers sword in-between the fingers, suddenly a voice with no particular source spoke.
“Which of the gods was slayed by our guild” Curio nearly laughed, these security questions were too easy.
“Tor, my brother” as he spoke the statue slid away to reveal more stairs “Talk about simple.” He boasted to his new friends.
“Are the stairs meant to stop there?” Jesan was uncertain
“Final security feature” Curio began to descend but 10 steps down the stairs disappeared and were replaced by a pit.
“Ok, how’s this a security feature?”
“If I got the question wrong we’ll fall to deaths, if I got it right we’ll land about 3 feet down” Curio explained
“If! If! What do you mean if!? You said it was easy” Jesan screamed
“Calm down, I’m certain I got it right.” Curio reassured the barbarian heir
“You better be, or I’ll kill you before the fall does”
“Almost” Curio inaudibly added to his previous comment then speaking up again “Hey, what’s life without danger” and as the barbarian swung for him he took the leap of faith.
“Aw, now I have to follow the little runt to hit him” Jesan growled as he hopped into the darkness, Jimmy shrugged and hopped after them. They stood in what was clearly a entrance chamber, but unlike the dank undercroft this was richly decorated. Pillars of gold held the exquisite mosaic ceiling in place, the floor was tiles made of gold and silver.
A bat flew down the corridor and transformed into a deathly pale Hobbit before the boys with great elegance “Welcome master Curio, we’ve been expecting you, my how you’ve grown since we last met.”
“I was 8 Valmir” Curio hissed.
“Still, to a vampire 7 years is nothing. Ah and as our informers say you have brought company. Jesan I do believe, heir to the throne of Antimatiss, How is your great Uncle?” the Hobbit asked the soldier boy.
“His Vampiric Majesty does not keep in contact and is not welcome inside our boarders and neither is any of his filth”.
“Harsh words from a boy who still sleeps with a teddy,” the Hobbit’s smile was laced with poison, “Ah and the mage with amazing undiscovered power, I’ve heard so much about your promise young one.”
“Back off Vampire!” Jesan stepped between the Hobbit and Jimmy
“Play nice Valmir” A voice drew their attention to the corridor where a tall figure stood.
“Let me introduce my fathers best friend and a man I count as family, Cyrus” Curio face lit up with happiness as he introduced the man who had been a second father to him in his infancy.
“You forgot my name boy, Guildmaster Cyrus, now get yourself over here and let me take a look at the young man you’ve grown into.” Cyrus smiled showing the wrinkles that were the only clue of the mans age, Curio walked to him and Cyrus took a long look at him. “You’ve grown up, I no longer see the child I helped raise during your mother’s disease but a man who I am in awe of. I have been told of your endeavours and I have followed your career with interest.”
“Err…hello, still here, what spies are you lot talking about?” Jesan was becoming impatient, he was meant to be in the capital by now.
“The guild has a number of vampires and spirits observing the kingdom for it, after all, how else would we know where we’re needed.”
“Makes sense” the prince conceded.
“Now onto business, please the three of you, follow me to my quarters.” Cyrus lead them down the corridor to some large Mahogany doors that swung open to reveal a large and lavishly furnished room, “Now, of course I mourn the lost of your father like yourself but we must be quick. Here is your payment for the job, I’m not sure of the exact total but your father killed all but two of the group. I know that normally we’d issue two weeks vacation to someone in your situation but I’m afraid I am unable to do this, you see we are a very patriotic guild and something has come to our attention. We need someone, neigh, we need the best to protect our king and ruler, you are the best Curio.”
“Wait! I thought you were assassins?” Jesan blurted
“Yes, we are but under certain circumstances we become the opposite. Our spies have come across a plan to assassinate the king, not only have they not come to us but their also going to kill the king. Now I believe that you’ve already run into the ring leader and his right hand man, A Wolfman known as Frackmish and a Hobbit named Serge.”
“You should have let me kill them when I had the chance” Curio spat at Jesan.
“But you wouldn’t have been paid for that” The prince retorted.
“Point” Curio groaned.
“As I was saying!” Cyrus’s voice raising to a point just below shouting “they plan to shoot him while he attends the Gladiatorial arena.”
“Yes, the capital, does that mean we’re go to Valour City?” Jesan questioned
“It does my excitable friend” Cyrus smiled “Now Curio, it isn’t you life on the line this time. If the King falls his twin sons will tear the country apart deciding which one of them gets the throne and I do not doubt that Bregor would win and this guild and most of its members would be history. Andre has only turned a blind eye to our business because we pledged our alliance to any war or military action and would fight alongside him from the shadows but Bregor would much rather reason with foreigners than risk open war fare unless it was necessary. Also he believes Vampires are filth and a lot of our members have Vampirism.”
“I understand, Cyrus but should we fail why not just assassinate Bregor.”
“That would be an insult to Andre’s memory. Should the worst happen, the best we can do is side with Kurt in the pursuing war and pray he wins. He may take this as a sign that he can trust us and spare our guild.”
“Yes sir, we shall leave immediately.” Curio rose to his feet
“Take this key, it unlock the well round the back off the chapel, it leads straight down into this chamber. Also take this, it was your fathers when he was in his prime, back when me and him were partners.” He handed over a vest that looked like it was made from chainmail but was lighter in weight and colour with a small key. Curio looked confused, “It’s mithril, as light as a feather but as tough as steel.” Cyrus explained, speechless Curio packed it into his bag.
“Thanks” He stuttered.
“It will fit undetected under any shirt, good for work in a city. Now on your way boys, theres a lot to do” He hugged Curio and gestured to a ladder in the corner. The boys rose up and climbed up and out into the bright sunlight of the day.

[Axel]

An Old Score
It a second or two for there eyes to adjust to the sudden light change
“What now?” Jimmy asked
“Well I’m need a change of clothes, a friend of the family lives in the east quadrant of the city, lets go there” Curio strolled towards the upper class side of town and the other two followed him until they reached a large house and Curio banged on the door which opened to reveal a handsome and well dressed boy about the same age as Curio
“Curio?! What are you doing here” he exclaimed
“Surprise!” Curio shouted then smacked the boy square in the nose with a loud and blood flying everywhere as the boy fell to the floor, “That’s for being a thingy and trying to rip me off!” the boys nose had a large chink, was now slightly to one side and he was now weeping on the floor, Curio didn’t know if he was crying because of pain or because his perfect face was ruined.
“You bastard!” He shouted rising to his feet and unleashed a flurry of fast punches at Curio who calmly parried and caught the final one.
“That’s not polite” Curio told the boy and Jesan couldn’t help laughing at the irony ,“Now, you deserved that and your going to let us into your not so humble abode”
“Don’t think I have a choice, do I?”
“Not really” Curio answered honestly
“Come in” he moved to one side to let the three inside “I suppose you didn’t come here just to break my nose, what do you want?”
“I need clothes, I guess you’re still trading”
“As it happens, I am”
“Good this time no tricks or I’ll completely rearrange your face”
“I wouldn’t dare to think of such a thing” He smiled, “My stock is upstairs, follow me” the boy lead the way upstairs while casting a minor healing spell on his face, when they reached the landing he hit a switch and a wall slid away to reveal a room full of clothing “This is the proper stock, not the tat”
“I’ll take the Black finery over there, the one with gold trim.”
“Ah I thought you’d choose that, as I remember you always chose dark colours, that’s my finest quality material, it’s 200 gold”
“That’s a liberty for a worm like you, I don’t care how good the material is, 100 gold is my top offer.”
“Fine, it’s a stretch but ok” he gave in without a struggle, Curio smiled, dropped a small sack of gold in the hands of the boy, grabbed the outfit and resigned to a small room to change into his civilian clothing.
“Fits like a glove” Curio mused to himself, he left the room and slid down the banister and landing by Jimmy, he put his armour into his back pack and pulled out a pair of black sneakers and slipped them on, “Lets get going” he said to his companions then strolled out of the house and into the street and headed for the gates.
“What was that, you bweak his nose one second and dealing with him the next” Jimmy was very perplexed by the situation.
“He tried to scam me and get away with it, I let him believe he had but he had it coming.” Curio attempted to explain.
“I still don’t get it, anyway, tell me about the king” the boy questioned curiously.
“The king is in his late 60’s and is the Archmage of the mages guild, he’s a extremely talented battle mage but now his weapon skills are fading but his magical power still burns with fury. As a prince and early on in his reign he lead Trovon’s armies himself in many a battle and his name still scares some of the older military personal and mages. He has two sons, twins, but his talents really have been split, Kurt is a fierce warrior who kills first and asks questions later and has never had an natural ability to lead or to make friends. Bregor is a born politician and has inherited his fathers magical gift, always been the popular one and could probably convince an opposing general to lead his own armies off a cliff. Bregor has three children and Kurt has one, the youngest, is Sierra and holds the old kings favour and I have a inkling she is the official reason why Jesan is here, am I right.”
“It is true my official business is to court Sierra, she’s just celebrated her 18th.”
“As I thought, anyway, she has her grandfather wrapped round her little finger and if I may state a personal opinion, she is very much the beautiful princess. She has inherited a interesting personality, she is a truly talented swords women but is also very persuasive and forceful. She is of slight magic ability but not like her father or grandfather. I believe she’d make a perfect barbarian queen and she’d enjoy the role” Curio finished
“Sounds interwesting, how long to Valour City?” Jimmy looked up at his elders
“Well we aren’t walking, we’re going to the mages guild and getting teleported” he said as he turned down ‘Guild St’ and entered the Mages guild, “How much to Valour City?” he asked a mage standing on a strange contraption.
“20 gold” the mage replied
“Done, here” Curio dropped some coins into his hands
“Please step onto the transporter” all three complied and with a flash they were in another room
“Thank you for using our service, use us again” another mage commented to their right, they stepped through the door and out into a bustling capital city.
“How do we get to the arena” Jesan asked
“It’s not open yet” Curio muttered looking at a sun dial sitting nearby “I suggest we go to an inn and relax.” With that he walked up to a guard “Where are the best inns?” he asked
“Theres the Valour inn just down there sir” the guard replied
“Thank you” Curio lead off down the street and yet again the others followed him the Valour inn, the inn was empty except for some stragglers who were catching breakfast.
“Breakfast?!” Jesan spat
“The teleportation took a lot longer than it felt” Curio comforted the prince who had clearly never travel by teleportation, he then walked to the bar and sat on a stool and the others did the same, “2 beers and fruit drink when you’re ready” he told the barman who brought over the drinks.
“Couldn’t trouble ya for a bit of Venison, could I” Jesan added as the barman served them
“Right away gentlemen” he returned a few minutes later with the venison and Curio gave him a few coins
“We’ve got time to burn, so don’t hurry” Curio warned the others.
Half an hour later they left the inn and Curio lead the way to the arena, a large crowd was going to the same place and Curio dipped and dived through traffic but eventually they reached the arena. “Right I’ll get on top of the royal box, Jesan you get in the crowd and look for Serge, he’s bound to be the shooter and Frackmish will be observing from somewhere, Jimmy, find our wolf like friend.” With that they went their separate ways, Curio began to scale the walls, Jimmy turned invisible and sneaked into the arena whereas Jesan made a bet so as to not look suspicious then entered the arena. Curio was quickly atop the royal box where the king, his heirs and Sierra waited for the competition to begin. The king sat on a large throne with smaller thrones to either side for his sons and sierra stood alongside his throne chatting to one of the guards who seemed enticed by her deep amber eyes and her immense beauty. She stood at 6 foot most of which was in her legs, she had deep red lips, as if covered in blood, that stood out from her pale complexion. Jesan pushed through the crowds looking for the Hobbit and Jimmy searched for the wolf. Before to long the commentators voice boomed out across the stadium.
“Today we have a fight of high stakes, it is a fight in which the victor will advance in rank to ‘Hero’” the crowd roared, suddenly Curio spotted Serge, he attracted Jesan’s attention and pointed out the Hobbit who had lined up a shot, Jesan wouldn’t get there in time, Curio dropped into the box
“Oi!” A guard shouted, drawing a longsword but before the guard could do anything Curio began to run straight across the box, Serge fired, Curio dove and cried out as he took the arrow in the chest, Serge frantically tried to reload, knowing guards would be on him soon but Jesan wiped him out with a hard tackle. A short howl could be heard and Jimmy instantly spotted Frackmish running to Serge’s aid and cast a powerful fireball that knocked the Wolfman off his feet and Jimmy was soon over him and magically binding him as Jesan detained Serge and waited for the guards. Curio lay on the stone floor panting as blood seeped from his chest, he couldn’t believe it, shot twice in a week and so far he was still alive although he was still wounded. Both princes had risen to their feet to protect their father and king thinking, like the guard, that Curio was to attack Andre the great. Both now went to the aid of the young stranger who had sacrificed his body for the king as did the beautiful sierra who shoved her brothers aside.
“He’s conscious” she announced “Its ok, you’ll be fine”
“I think I need the kiss of life” he grinned
“Don’t push it”
“Move aside love” the king now inspected the wound “I’m afraid I’m not that talented with healing magic” he solemnly told the boy who drew a deep, wheezing breath
“The boy, the one over the Wolf,” all of them looked into the crowd and sure enough a young boy stood over a Wolfman “He can heal it.” he panted and the king instantly sent for the boy to be collected, as soon as the guard reached him and mentioned a mortally wounded teen, Jimmy ran as fast as he could to the royal viewing box.

[Axel]

Its only a p-ssycat
Jesan spotted Jimmy sprinting up the stairs that lead to the royal box,
“Curio!” he gasped, he left Serge with the guards and ran as fast as his powerful legs would carry him towards the staircase. He quickly reached the stairs and leapt up 4 at a time then burst through the oak doors at the summit, the two guards on the inside levelled their weapons but Jesan, with a great display of strength, threw them aside and strode over to where Jimmy was crouched over Curio. “You think you can heal it?” Jesan questioned the small mage.
“I think so” his voice worried “Curio, I’m going to rwemove the arrow, it will hurt. A lot!” Jimmy grabbed the shaft and tugged it out of Curio’s ribs then quickly healed the outer wound and all major bleeding “Wight, the arwow punctured your lung, I’ve never twied a healing spell this complicated, I’m used to healing scwapes in the playground.”
“You’ve healed an arrow wound on him before” Jesan commented
“Yes but that hadn’t hit any organs” he took a deep breath and placed his hands over Curio’s wheezing chest, energy began to generate off him. His eyes rolled back into his head, an amazing and dazzling flash of light burst forth from his hands then his eyes rolled back into place and he fainted. Curio’s breathing returned to normal and he gracefully hopped to his feet.
“Is Jimmy alright?” he asked the king who was crouched over Jimmy
“He’s fine, his mind and body wasn’t used to such a power output and shut down for a while. He’ll wake in an hour, until then I suggest he and yourselves rest at my palace.” The king insisted, soon Jimmy was lifted onto a stretcher and they party moved of towards the citadel.
“So Sierra, I’m Jesan Snowmane, crown prince of Antimatiss.”
“Really!” she sarcastically shouted
“Did you say Antimatiss?” Kurt asked
“Yes, why”
“I thought the house of Snowmane thought in their nations battles?”
“We do”
“Then why do you have no legend?”
“There have been no wars since I came of age”
“How old are you?”
“17 and the last war ended 5 years ago!” Jesan’s temper was boiling, the crown prince was not to be questioned like this!
“Cool down” Curio intervened
“Oh, and who’s this? Your guard!” Bregor teased
“I am a member of the assassins guild and I am next in line for Guildmaster”
“Not something to boast about round guards in a crowded city” Bregor spat
“Well seems as my guild has a pledged allegiance with your father.” Curio revealed, Bregor turned to his father
“Is this true?! Did you really make a allegiance with these criminals?!” he boomed
“We were at war at the time, they won us that war and for that favour I have turned a blind eye to their dealings” the king answered calmly
“What if they’d received a contract for your head!”
“They would have killed the employer, as you just saw this young man just risked his youth and life for an old man’s, if that’s not loyalty I don’t see what is!” the king spat the last part “In fact if this boy is 2nd in command I give him my condolences as his father has recently fallen.”
“How did you know about that?” Curio was uneasy, how much did this man know.
“I have regular dealings with Cyrus, in fact I spoke to him a few days ago.”
“Did you know my father?”
“I met him once, he and Cyrus, this was when they were partners, had been told to follow me and act as reinforcements to my guard but they were to stay out of sight. We were at war and the opposing King had order my demise, soon enough a group of foreign soldiers ambushed us and as my guards formed a shield wall against them 5 of my 15 guards fell. Every time they attacked the wall more fell, Wariel and Cyrus’s arrow fire made no difference. So your father broke his order and charged upon my attackers with Cyrus in toe, dozens of the soldiers fell as he mercilessly slashed and thrust. My guard began to move out and fight alongside, within 15 seconds all who were not dead were fleeing. My life has been saved by your bloodline twice during my reign and for this I thank you immensely.”
“So Sierra, what do you like doing” Curio moved closer to her.
“Excuse us!” Jesan hissed to the group and grabbed Curio by his collar, “She’s mine!”
“Well to me it looks like she thinks you’re a pompous prat.”
“You stay out off her!” His tone raising.
“OK big guy” so they caught up with the convoy.
“Sierra, are you doing anything this evening?” Jesan enquired.
“No she isn’t and she’d love to have a meal with you” the King cut in front of his Grandchild.
“Granddad! It’s my decision” Sierra moaned.
“1. It’ll do you good go on a date, 2. You need a consort and I don’t see what’s wrong with Jesan, 3. You can’t refuse now, I got his hopes up.” The ageing man chuckled and admired his slyness.
“Humph, it’s one date and you’re talking about consorts!” She moaned.
“So, that’s a yes” Jesan butted in.
“It is, young man” the king answered for Sierra again, she conceded this point to the old fox “You shall dine in the private dining hall at 8, there should be no interruptions other than from servants bringing food”
“Thank you.” Jesan thanked the king.
“I will need to talk to Curio and yourself after you are settled in” Andre looked serious. Soon they where entering through the gigantic gates of the citadel and where entering the exquisite ‘Palace of Valour’, which was the only major Elven building have survived from the Elven civil war that had given humans a chance to rise. The king ordered for the three boys to have rooms readied for them and Jimmy was put into a bed under the watchful eye of a healer. The king, his sons, Jesan and Curio all sat in a large sitting room with large comfy chairs.
“Now I have gathered you boys here to discuss a threat that is very quickly approaching my walls.” The king said as a steward handed out a glass of deep red wine to everyone, “As you may know Irega used to be a large and powerful empire and about 35 years ago it came knocking on our door. Of course, I lead my forces out to meet them and after a long costly war I sent them packing with the help of the assassins guild. After that their forces were left very depleted and could not hold down rebellions and the empire collapsed around their nation. Back then S’rasha, their king, was young and ambitious so he lead their forces himself, he blames the fall of his great empire solely on Trovon. He has spent many years rebuilding his forces and now wishes to rebuild his once great empire and his first target is Trovon and rumour he will lead the forces himself just for this campaign. He is clearly trying to regain pride by destroying my nation himself, he like myself is in his late 60’s but is still in great shape.”
“What does this have to do with me?” Jesan asked.
“I’m getting to it” the King impatiently snapped “I myself shall take control of our military and I admit is entirely about saving face, if I don’t I will be seen as weak. I wish for Antimatiss to stand by my side as their crown prince is attempting to court my grand daughter.”
“I will speak with my parents when I return home” Jesan assured the king
“Good, I have no doubt that he will only personally lead the strike on Valour city and I will only fight in that battle as well, due to this I need to appoint Commanders for the other skirmishes. Curio, Cyrus has said that you and him will lead my forces against their vanguard.”
“I have no arguments, other than did Cyrus say he planed on fighting?”
“I believe he did” the king answered “I tried to warn him but he said that if I could fight then he could.”
“Sounds like Cyrus.”
“Father, why not let me lead our first defence?” Kurt asked.
“Because you are to lead a reserve for that battle and will strike the back of his forces. Any survivors will fight alongside me here, unfortunately our towns and cities will have to fight for themselves as we will need every man we can get at first contact and here on the capitals defence.” The king explained.
“Sorry I’m late” Cyrus and Valmir entered the room.
“It’s perfectly fine Cyrus, I’ve explained about the vanguard and not much else.”
“Oh good, that gives me chance to add a note.” Cyrus sighed, “from this moment on I hand the title of Guildmaster on to Curio, giving him command of the guilds forces in the coming war and I would like to offer my services to the fighting force. If you deny me the right to fight I will march down to the borders now and I will fight the army by myself”
“I guess I have no choice, I’d rather you die by my side rather than on your own.” Curio sighed as well
“Good, please continue Andre” Cyrus said pleasantly
“Right, Like any good general I learnt from my enemies, but they may have come along a bit since then so don’t expect to have the same equipment as them. I guess that’s all, I have already sorted out my armies. Now it is really up to you Curio to decide which of your assassins fight in the actual conflict and how many are used for other means. Look at the time, I think we should meet the rest of the family in the family lounge and I’m sure your young friend will be awake. You are welcome to join us.”
“Thank you, that would be nice” Curio accepted the invite and the king turned to a steward
“Send for the young mage to meet us in the main lounge” the steward scuttled away. The men rose to their feet and left the room but Curio took Cyrus to one side
“What does he mean by other means?”
“He means, you send them into the enemy camp and they do what they do best. I suggest for all assassins to report to the Palace hall”
“How do I that?”
“Tell Valmir and he’ll do it.” Cyrus smiled. “you’ll do fine, my time is up, it is time for me to relax with your father in the court of Tor.”
“I know that, I only fear that I will be joining the two of you too soon.”
“You have a very long life ahead of you, in fact by the time your time comes you’ll be bored of life.”
“I hope your right” they then ran to catch up with the others.

[Axel]

Worries and woes
When they entered the lounge all four of the King’s grandchildren, his consort, Bregor’s consort and Jimmy were sat deep in conversation. When they entered they all turned to look at the door.
“Granddad, I was just telling everyone about the attempt on your life.” Sierra smiled.
“Sounds awfully frightening” the kings consort, Elisa, exasperated.
“Not really, I didn’t know anything was happening until this boy here dived in front of me.” The king gestured at Curio
“I can’t thank you enough for saving my husband.” She smiled at Curio
“Darling, do you remember when we dating and me and my guard were ambushed.”
“Of course, weren’t you saved by an assassin?” Elisa asked
“Yes, well this is the son of the man who saved me then” the king smiled “Anyway, Sierra it’s getting on, shouldn’t you be getting ready for your date?” the king smiled at his favourite grandchild
“What date?” All of the family questioned
“Didn’t she tell you? She has is to have a meal tonight with this young man” now gesturing towards Jesan
“Who is he?” Kurt’s son asked
“I’m Jesan, Heir to the throne of Antimatiss”
“Enough stalling, off you go Sierra” the king cut in front of any new questions, Sierra rose to her feet and left. The 6 men took up a seat while Valmir stood by Curio’s seat. Jesan and Jimmy began to discuss the day’s events, the king and Cyrus spoke of the oncoming war and the rest of the family chatted among themselves.
“Valmir, could you call all our assassins here?” Curio enquired
“I already took the liberty” the aged vampire smiled
“How many do we have?”
“Just over 1000, all of whom should be here in the morning”
“Good, I don’t suppose you have any vampire friends who would be willing to fight alongside us in the war?”
“I think I have 100 that would willingly fight and I could probably convince another 100”
“Capital!” Curio exclaimed “Tell me about our enemies, after all I heard you fought the last time they came”
“It is true I fought, the Guildmaster of the day made the same request as you just have. Irega is the home land of the Catmen, naturally they are a very fast and acrobatic race but you do find some more powerful people in their race. They fight with heavily curved swords known as Scimitars, they are not dissimilar to the Elves’ Katanas although they tend to be short and more curved. Over the years of conquering nations they have added other races to their nation making their already formidable forces practically unstoppable. Their king, S’rasha, is a blood thirsty feline indeed, he fights with no shield allowing him to use the claws on his left hand as weaponry and I, myself, saw him clamp his ferocious jaws round a soldiers next. He is impotent and has fathered no heirs which has only left him more ambitious. The spilt their army up into many divisions: light infantry, heavy infantry, light Calvary, heavy Calvary, sky Calvary and Bow men.”
“Sky Calvary?”
“Instead of riding horses they ride large birdlike creatures which they captured from one of their many campaigns.”
“Are they dangerous?”
“In some ways, they carry bows and rocks. They drop the rocks onto enemy ranks, I believe King Andre captured some last time they invaded. They can’t fly very high and are very open to arrow fire.”
“So they can be taken down quite easily?”
“Well, you’d need either to hit its small head, shoot the rider or hit each wing about five times to bring it down”
“So not so easy?”
“You don’t worry about them, let me and my vampires taken care of them.”
“Ok, I can’t exactly order the vampires around from the ground so I’m giving you complete control of the vampire forces.”
“I expected that, but master, I will warn you now, the last vanguard had 200,000 men in it.”
“Tor’s scythe! That’s a lot of men for a vanguard!”
“Most of the men were young and inexperienced though.”
“Doesn’t make much difference when it’s that many men.”
“True, I suggest just before the battle you give the men a bit of a speech, you may want to use the arrogance of the Iregian in it”
“What do you mean?”
“When they land in a new land the commanding soldier pronounces ‘We came, We saw, We conquered’”
“Arrogant son of a…”
“ah ah ah, no swearing please.” Valmir smiled, Jesan looked out the window at a sun dial
“It’s 7:30, I’ve nothing to wear for my meal with Sierra!”
“Don’t worry” the king yawned, “I’ll get steward to take you to the closet/armoury for VIPs, in fact, Curio and Jimmy should go to. They’ll both need battle armour”
“Jimmy’s eight!” Jesan shouted
“Yes but should they breach the city they aren’t going to let him live just because he’s eight. ‘Women and children who do not wield a sword can still die by one’, something that people should have learnt along time ago.”
“He has a point” Curio added
“So it’s settled” Andre turned to a steward, “escort these young men to the clothing room.” The steward gestured for them to follow and exited the room, they followed. They walked in silence through the halls and staircases until they reached a large pine panelled door which the steward unlocked and opened to reveal a vast wardrobe
“Take what you need” he said “I’ll wait outside to guide you back” then he bowed and stood to one side of the door. The boys stepped inside, the enormous room was split into 3 sections; to the right were elegant gowns and outfits, in the center sat gleaming suits of armour and over protective garments and to the left an arsenal of weaponry.
“Woah, I’ll help Jimmy find some armour while you search for some suitable evening wear.” Curio then lead Jimmy towards the armour, “I doubt they’ll be anything that small”
“I can shwink it” Jimmy explained
“Oh, well tell me when you find one you like.” The boy then started to run in and out of the armour then just seconds later.
“Curio!” a high pitched voice came from somewhere in a row to his left “I’ve found it.”
“Ok, whistle until I find you” the boy did as he was told and Curio used the sound to find the boy who stood looking at a full Elven suit of light armour that all most appeared to be made from fish scales. Curio lifted it up, it was lighter than a feather.
“Hang on” he hung the cuirass on the wall and fired a arrow at it, the arrow bounced off “Woah, that’s good armour” Jimmy then shrank it down to his size.
“Help me get it on.” he squeaked as he struggled to put the cuirass on, after a minute or so Jimmy stood in full armour, “It’s the armour of an Elven warwior, I’ve seen paintings of Elves wielding Katanas and wearing this”
“I wonder why it’s not common? Its so light and strong.” Jimmy shrugged “Right, now I’ve got to find some for me” then in the corner of his eye he saw some traditional light Orcish armour, “come to daddy” he rushed over to the jet black armour.
“How do they get the metal black?” Jimmy asked
“It’s a special metal that only the Orcish armourers of Mt. Waken can make. The lava there is black so rumour has it they melt down the volcano’s rock and mix it with a mithril which is why its tough but light. Lets go see how prince charming is doing” they walked to the clothing section to find Jesan by a mirror wearing his tunic and a pair of dark blue trousers which were made from a material Curio didn’t recognise.
“They’re made from something called denim.” Jesan saw them in the reflection
“You look casual but smart at the same time” Curio commented.
“You think? I thought the tunic made it look more formal”
“It does” Jimmy butted in.
“We’ve been down here a little while now, I think its nearly 8, lets get going” Curio headed towards the door with the others in tow. The steward nodded in approval of their choices then lead them back upstairs.

[Axel]

Princess Sierra
The steward showed Jesan the dining hall then lead the others away. Jesan pushed the large doors open to reveal a average sized room with a small round table set for two in the middle, a Small fireplace blazed, lighting and heating the whole room. He drew himself to his full height then strode into the room and sat at one of the places, a small steward scuttled over carrying a bottle of wine and filled the crown prince’s goblet. He sipped while he waited for Sierra to appear. He didn’t have to wait very long as less than a minute later the door was opened by two maids and Sierra gracefully stepped through. Her chestnut hair flowing down to her shoulders, she was wearing a deep red dress that matched the colour of her lips. The steward quickly pulled her chair out for her, as she sat the maids retreated and the steward filled her goblet.
“Good evening Sierra, you look amazing” Jesan smiled.
“You look nice too” She returned the smile “Alexandro?”
“Yes milady” the steward appeared at her shoulder.
“I’d like a trout starter, the lamb for the main course and a fruit salad for desert.”
“Very good and sir, what would you like?”
“I’ll have a chicken soup as a starter, some venison and then I’ll finish with a chocolate gateau.”
“Excellent selection, your starters will be through in a second” the steward disappeared through a side door.
“So…What interests do you have?” Jesan asked.
“I enjoy many hobbies, although my grandfather believes women should be given the right to fight he does not like me showing such an interest in such activities. Unfortunately I am the granddaughter of a soldier and it’s in my blood, I think he’s just upset because my sword skills are better his.”
“I have been told of your fighting prowess, do you ride?”
“I ride a tall tan coloured stallion, it’s lightly built and can outrun every other horse in the Calvary. I’ve heard that you are a promising warrior yourself”
“Depends who you ask. Ask anyone in my nations army and they’ll say I’m one of the best but ask my siblings and I’m the worst.”
“I presume my father has asked for your nations help in the oncoming war.”
“Yes, I’m leaving to request forces tomorrow.”
“Can I accompany you, my grandfather no doubt has a guard prepared.”
“I don’t see why not.”
“I’ve heard so much of the snowy nation now I wish to see it with my own eyes.” They smiled at each other the table
“It’s beautiful. What’s your favourite colour?”
“Red, why?”
“So I know what gifts to by you, for example, red presents; jewellery containing rubies, red roses, red clothing etc.”
“Smart question”
“I like to think I am smart.”
“Why come to Trovon to find a consort?”
“Why not? Your beauty is legendary and I believe that you would make a valuable consort for a king of a barbarian nation.”
“Good answer. My beauty is legendary?”
“Well kind of, I have heard descriptions and non of them even come close.” He smiled cheekily.
“Now why would a charming man like yourself be interested in a tom boy like me?”
“As I said, a tom boy would make to ideal barbarian queen.” They stared at each other
“Ok, lets cut the flattery, if you can convince my father and grandfather to let me fight then I will give you my hand in marriage. Oh and it took my a lot of effort to even let me train with the Calvary.”
“Sounds like a challenge worthy of the prize.” He lifted his goblet and she met his with hers, Alexandro came in carrying a bowl and a plate.
“Could have some bread?” Jesan questioned.
“Certainly sir” he went off then returned with a baguette “There you are” he then disappeared again. They ate their first course in silence, Alexandro collect their dishes and refilled their goblets.
“So have you ever travelled?” Jesan broke the silence
“Not passed Trovon’s border’s but I have travelled to most of my nations major cities.”
“Oh, so tomorrow would be your first time on foreign soil?”
“Yes.” The meal went on for about an hour and at the end Jesan kissed her goodnight and she retreated to her chambers for the night. He had a steward guide him to the king’s whereabouts, the steward lead him to the king’s quarters then announced him and let him inside.
“Jesan, how did your meal go?” the king enquired.
“Very well your liege”
“Please, call me Andre”
“Ok, Andre, your granddaughter wishes to accompany me to Antimatiss.”
“I see no problems there, is there anything else?”
“Yes, Sierra has given me a challenge for her hand in marriage.”
“Could it be mortal?”
“I doubt it but I can assure you the prize matches the challenge.”
“What is it? Spit it out, you need your sleep for your journey.”
“I have to convince you to allow her to fight the oncoming threat”
“Stupid girl! Why can’t she just act like a lady!”
“Sir, with all due respect, her sword and horse skills are well-known across many a land and I believe, with her at the head of your Calvary, S’rasha will be quaking in his boots.”
“Of that I have no doubt…he’ll be quaking with laughter!”
“Then he’s fool, who will fall by her blade and hoof.”
“You may have a point but I’m not prepared to risk my life, my son’s lives and my granddaughter’s life in one war.”
“She’s come of age and she wants to fight”
“I will consider it but now you need your rest, I have a guard arranged and there will be a horse waiting for you in the morning.”
“Thank you Andre”
“Now, steward!” a young steward entered the room, “please escort the crown prince to his room.
“Yes sir, please follow me.” The steward then lead Jesan to his chamber. Had managed to persuade the king that his darling granddaughter sierra was ready to fight. Soon they were outside his chamber and he walked in and slumped down on his bed and stared before slowly slipping away into sleep.

[Axel]

Welcome Home
Jesan awoke to a steward ringing a bell by his bed, he groaned and covered his ears.
“Stop that infernal racket!” he moaned and the steward, happy that Jesan was awake, stopped.
“The king has sent for you.”
“Argh! Ok, I’ll be down in a second” he groaned while wiping the sleep out of his eyes “I hate mornings” he muttered under his breath, he hauled himself out of bed and changed into his heavy and rusted armour before stumbling down to the audience hall where the king stood with his granddaughter waiting for him.
“Good morning Jesan, as you can see Sierra is ready for the trip, there is a white stallion out front for you, he is called Blizzard, he is slim, fast and loyal.” Andre told Jesan as he descended the staircase
“Thank you, if it’s not too much hassle I’d like to be home as soon as possible.”
“Of course, your escort is out front waiting, may Morag guide you.” Jesan bowed then took Sierra’s hand lead her out into the courtyard where 10 men on horse back waited along with Blizzard and Sierra’s tan horse. One of the men stepped forward, He was very large, muscular and pale. His hair and beard an impressive blond and his eyes a deep blue.
“Good to see you Jesan” He bowed.
“Rikard! What are doing here?”
“Your mother heard that you were returning home and insisted that your father allowed sent me to escort you home.”
“Wasn’t much point in you coming, but it is refreshing to see a familiar face.”
“That was your mothers thoughts.” He smiled “Now I am wearing far too much for this climate, lets be on our way.”
“I agree.” He quickly and fluently mounted Blizzard, Sierra’s horse lowered itself, Sierra stepped onto him and sat in the saddle before the horse rose to its feet.
“Good boy sandy.” She whispered in his ear and the convoy headed down through the citadel then out into the city, “Did you speak to Andre?”
“I did, he is going to think about it while we’re away”
“Good, tell you what, race you to the gate.” She challenged
“Is this just between you two or can anyone join” Rikard asked
“If you think that bulk of muscle has a chance.” She teased
“It’s on then, first of us three to the gate.” Jesan began to count down, “3-2-1-go!” his horse jolted into a full gallop, despite this Sierra soon slipped past him. Onlookers would have thought the weather was playing up, first a sand storm then a blizzard just flying through the city so fast it was just a blur, then a second later Rikard hammered through.
“Your going down!” Sierra shouted as Jesan levelled her and urged her horse faster but Jesan began to slip away. Suddenly, out of nowhere, Rikard appeared ahead of them, Jesan was in disbelief. As Blizzard and Sandy were gaining on Rikard a vendor from the market went to cross the street and the two horses had to stop sharpish, when the vendor moved away Rikard was waiting at the gate.
“Damn! How’d he do that?” Jesan growled fustratedly. They rode down to the city gates, “How’d you get in front?”
“You never said we had to stick to the main road. See, just up there there’s a large corner, I didn’t follow round it, I cut through the alleys.”
“Never thought of that, I assumed we had to stick to the main road.” Jesan shrugged, “Ah crud, now we have to wait for the others!” but just then the nine other men came hammering down the hill in perfect formation.
“That’s a amazing sight!” Rikard gasped, soon the guards were with them and they were proceeding out across the battle field outside the city then turned northwards and soon they were on the forest bypass with thick foliage and trees on either side. As the glowing sun reached its peak they stopped for lunch, which was roast pork. As they tucked into the tender meat a rustle in the trees to the right, the guards all turned their attention to the trees, 6 Wolf folk slid out, they snarled and growled. All guards the guards apart from Rikard moved to engage. Rikard, Jesan and Sierra drew their weapons, suddenly from the other side, 4 more wolf folk burst forth and attacked the three. They reacted to the new threat, Jesan behead one and embedded his Battleaxe in another’s chest who promptly fell to the floor, Jesan quickly drew a pair of hidden steel short swords. Sierra moved with grace and agility slaying an oncoming creature. Rikard dropped his longsword and dump tackled the charging Wolfman, with a flick of his wrist, a dagger flew down his sleeve and into his hand, he jammed it threw the creatures heart. Sierra threw him his sword, more howling emitted from the woods and many more creatures exited the foliage, the guards finished off the last wolf then closed back in with the other three. The wolves circled and closed in, the humans were out numbered, 3-1.
“Stand your ground men!” the sergeant of the guards shouted “If any of you break, I’ll nail you to the floor and let the wolves do the rest.” Then 5 arrows flew from the woods, all finding their marks on the human-wolf hybrids all of whom fell, 10 wolves went into the woods to investigate.
“At least it’s only 2-1 now” Rikard whispered to Jesan who smirked.
“It’ll 0-1 when I’m done” he hissed then in a loud voice he barked orders, “we must make the first attack or we’re lost. Charge!” Jesan hacked a creature’s arms from it’s body then kicked it into the approaching enemies. As they all fought a loud howl was given from the tree line and 4 of the 10 who had gone to investigate were thrown out onto the path. A Minotaur in similar clothes that Curio had been in followed them, he had blood covering him and he held a large war hammer like it was a toy in his muscular hand. He smashed 3 wolf folk aside as they ran to meet him, within seconds the enemy had been dispatched. Jesan walked over to a wolf that was still breathing and notice it was wearing a bronze ring, he knew that this symbolised the wolf had a high standing.
“What were you doing here? Who sent you?” he growled as he shook the creature.
“We were sent by the Wolf king, flesh eater, we are here to avenge Frackmish, the nephew of the king.” Its voice rough and horse
“Frackmish has royal blood!” he exclaimed in surprise
“He was sent to kill the king, then civil war would ensue and the wolf folk could rise to power just like the humans did when the elves tore themselves apart.” Jesan rose to his feet and walked over to the large Minotaur.
“Who are you?”
“I’m a member of the assassins guild, my name is not important. Your friendship with our new Guildmaster is known to us and I felt it was may duty to aid you.”
“Thank you.” He said sincerely, then he walked over to one of the first he killed and heaved his Battleaxe out of the corpse, “I assume you are on your way to the capital?”
“Yes” the Minotaur replied, Jesan grabbed a quill and parchment out of his pack and scrawled a note.
“Give this to Curio when you arrive, now we must be on our way.” Jesan collected his stuff then mounted his steed and the group started towards the border once more. Soon the weather began to become colder and the mountains that marked the border were just a few miles away,
“We should be able to make the Snow Dome before nightfall” Rikard smiled
“Snow Dome?” Sierra asked
“It’s what they call may parents palace.” Jesan explained then turning to Rikard “Lets pick up the pace, I need a wash.”
“Yes sir, you heard him, take it up a gear.” The horses began to increase their pace, the mountains drew closer and a phenomenal rate and soon they stood at the base of them, looking up the steep and thin path.
“Single file.” Jesan ordered as he urged his horse up the slope and after an hour or so they reached the summit where snow fell upon them and instead of a sudden and steep drop ton the other side, the land seemed flat for miles.
“So that’s why its so cold here.” Sierra gasped but Jesan couldn’t stop staring and Rikard trotted to his side.
“Welcome home, Jesan.” He whispered in his ear