Sir Kohran wrote:She turned, and confronted another green-skinned Orc, who was wielding a hammer. A sudden slash decapitated him.
"Mikelen, are you there?" she asked behind her.
"Yes, milady," an elderly man from behind her replied, as he swung his cane.
Location: LEGOland plains
She nodded to Mikelen, and then turned back to the fighting. A short, brutish Orc wielding a curved blade lumbered towards her. ”Feint up and then slice down…”, that’s what he said…
she thought. No room for mistakes, this time…
and then she attacked.
The sword trick worked, but the rainwater made her fingers slip, meaning her blow wasn’t strong enough and her broadsword did not break through the mesh of iron that the Orc wore.
The Orc roared, “Now you get bladed, she-human!” as he swung a huge blow with his weapon, knocking her sword away, and phasing her. Then he made a strange gurgling sound, which was possibly laughter, and raised his blade again.
She closed her eyes and waited for the final strike. Images of her life flashed through her head…As a child, running through the garden to her mother…Meeting John at the barracks…Fleeing the castle at night…
It took a second or two for her to realise she wasn’t dead. Opening her eyes, she saw the Orc lying slain, or at least unconscious. Mikelen, her friend and guide, turned from the Orc he had taken out and held out his hand for her. She eagerly grabbed his aged fingers and got up, thanking him.
“That’s all good and well,” he replied, “But you should wear gauntlets when you fight, just to stop the rainwater.”
“I’ll get some in the next town we’re in,” she muttered to him. She took the chance to straighten out her bright red hair, which was sopping wet from the constant downpour of rain.
Looking over the field, she could see that the Orcs and their Wolf steeds were being driven back by a group of Ninjas and a rogue Wolfpack that had come to assist the three bloodied Eastern Knights’ Kingdomers, who had been fighting hard, and the grey Wizard in the black cloak. The ground was littered with slain Orcs and Wolves.
She shrugged. “I guess that’s it, then. They don’t seem to need our help now. Let’s go south.”
She started to walk, but Mikelen held her back.
“No. We ought to find out who those people are. Easterners don’t usually go abroad, and not at all with Wizards, and in these post-BloodVaine days, are a rare sight as it is. We’ll watch from a distance.”
“Fine then,” she answered. “There’s no hurry, I suppose, though I don’t like the looks of the jellybeans, or the Ninjas.”
“The term ‘jellybean’ is vulgar talk and shouldn’t be used, at least not by high folk such as you. Now let’s listen.” Mikelen snapped.
For several minutes the talk went on, but little sense could be made of it. In fact, most of it was names and threats, before the two groups split, with the three Ninjas going southeast, and the Easterners and the Wizard turning due east.
“Well, that’s that, then. Let’s be going.” Mikelen said.
“No, wait…we should go with them.” she said quietly.
“Why?” Mikelen asked. “Just a minute ago, you couldn’t care less.”
“I know…” she said in an unusually soft voice, “But I’ve got a feeling that we should go with them. Don’t ask me why, but I think it’s the right way.”
“I haven’t heard you speak like that before,” Mikelen answered. “But anyway, if it’s important to you, I will follow you. My old life is gone; I cannot go back to it. You’re all I’ve got left in Dametreos now. I’m with you.”
“Thank you, Mikelen.” she nodded, before striding into view of the Wizard and the Easterners.
Lord_Of_The_LEGO wrote:“Well,” he said out loud, “Now that we’ve properly saved each other’s lives, been introduced, threatened one another, and have learned of our destinations, I, for one, am eager to be on my way.”
And with a dramatic twirl, Viktor turned about, churning up mud. Santis looked at Jaythus and winked. Solesstorn sighed and also turned away his horse, giving everyone a brief nod.
"Well done, Viktor," Solesstorn called, "That's the most sense you've made for the entire journey so far."
Viktor frowned for a moment, but then his face gradually lapsed into a gentle grin. Santis and even Jaythus smiled slightly. Solesstorn spoke again.
"Now, I have heard of an inn near here, or rather, Magarus told me. We will only be safe at the border inn, anyway. Anyhow we all have injuries, light or heavy, that need attending to, before any of us collapse from them."
"The Wizard's not wrong," Santis muttered, as he surveyed their awkward position.
Viktor had a wound in his leg from an arrow, and several bruises from the fall from his horse, and a cut on the back from the fighting. Jaythus had a bloody nose, and a limp to his leg. Santis was bleeding in several places, and had a large graze on his cheek. Even Solesstorn had not escaped without hurt, he had a broken arm and was forced to lean heavily on his staff.
"Well, um...why don't we start moving?" Jaythus asked, trying to clean his sword in the rainwater.
"I was wondering the same thing." Santis added.
"Wait! We wish to join you." a female voice called from across the field.
A tall women, with rich red hair landing on her shoulders, clad in a black tunic and a brown hood, followed by a lean old man in a grey cloak holding a staff, walked over to join them.
"Who are you?" Solesstorn asked.
"My name is...Storm." the red-headed woman said slowly.
"And you are...?" Viktor nodded to the old man.
"Mikelen, her..." he cut off.
"Come on, speak." Solesstorn urged. "We haven't got all day. What is she? Your daughter? Your wife? Your lover?"
"That 'she' is NOT!" Storm broke out. "If you must know, he's my teacher. "Now, can we get on to the inn please?"
"Hold on," Jaythus said, "how do we know you're not with the Orcs?"
"We're both rogues at the moment, but...we both used to belong to the Western Knights' Kingdom." Storm replied quickly.
Viktor raised an eyebrow. Santis set his teeth. There had always been adversity between the two Kingdoms, due to the Westerners' strict religious rules and the Easterners' frequent use of magic. Young Jaythus didn't know this however.
"Well, sorry for..."
"No, lad, you're right," Santis grunted. "Prove that you're Westerners..."
Storm felt her temper rising, and the three Easterners didn't feel in the best of moods. Things might have gone either way, were it not for Solesstorn's voice.
"Don't worry...I've been told who to look out for." Solesstorn said crptically. That ended the argument. Somehow, everyone knew that the two were coming with them, at least until the inn. With that, the group, now six strong set off again.
Lord_Of_The_LEGO wrote:Santis sidled up to Viktor.
“Had enough of adventuring, Vik?”
“Not yet.” said Viktor, blinking rain out of his eyes, “but I’ve had enough of being wet and bloody, for now. There’d better be an inn up ahead…”
"If there isn't, I'll carve up the next person we meet, I'm sure," Santis muttered.
"And I want to know a bit more about those strange...Westerners." Viktor added. "There'd REALLY better be an inn up ahead..."
Lord_Of_The_LEGO wrote:There WAS an inn up ahead. The Dancing Tom Cat was a sorry sight for sore eyes, but to the bedraggled group of Knight’s Kingdomers, plus Solesstorn, of course, it looked like a gift from the Wooden Duck. Of course, they were not only sore of eye, but sore of the rest of their bodies, and they were chilled from the rain. ANY structure with a sound roof would have looked good to them. And so, shivering and grumpy, the four companions trudged in, paid there due, and stumbled off to sleep.
Solesstorn was the only one who didn't sleep much that evening. Instead, he rested in a large armchair by the dying fire for a while, sitting in the cool silence of the inn room, surveying the peacefully sleeping Knights' Kingdomers like an adult watching over snoozing children.
Yes, it's all going to plan...
he thought to himself. So far, so good, but He knows where we are now, and the loss of many of His Wolves will have angered Him. We must move out as soon as we can...
With that, he fell asleep, as he always had done, with one eye open.
That way, he could see the dark figure standing in the corner of the room that had haunted his life for years.