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Chapter Thirteen: Ride to Counquan!

Skye woke swiftly to a loud banging on his door. Kleryssa twitched and rolled over next to him, while he leapt from his bed, pulled his under-shirt on and opened the door. It was Over-commander Gerdamh, with Commander-Captain Gunnar and Mage-Commander Hylyr behind him.
“Good morning, Ser. We must leave for Counquan soon, so get dressed and meet us for breakfast at Erylyk's in half a glass” Gerdamh spoke cheerily, a refreshed look on his face. Skye groaned; “arrrghhh my head, that wine was bloody terrible. I'll be right there, and don't forget to bring...

Chapter Seven: Uprising of the barbarians

'When the barbarians come;
The good Mages will die,
The clever Mages will survive,
The corrupt Mages will join the enemy,
And the barbarians will raze Argate with their violent fury'

Koo'bit, Commander of the barbarian hordes, was in a frenzy. Word had come from an unrelenting source, saying how the seven hundred troops had perished in the Dwarven territories. Koo'bit was naturally dismayed by this news and hastened to tell his Lord, the exalted Altran, the bad news. Koo'bit wasn't worried because he knew that Altran would never displace him, since Koo'bit...

Chapter Three: Escape from the siege and a dramatic council meeting

The Beloved's army had been on the move through the narrow passageway, which led through a smallish hill and exited onto the dry, hard desert. They were about three or four days walk from the borders of Argate, the empire of the blessed ones, and they needed more supplies.
They had managed to escape from Trergom and without too many more casualties, although there had been Cave-rodents in the passageway. Captain Gunnar recalled it all too vividly. Gunnar had been leading his squad down the corridor, no more than one wide and...

Chapter One: A rather expected journey to Counquan

A young magician stomped down the shadowy path, accentuated greatly by the bright, luminescent full moon. The young man wore a vicious look on his light face; his bushy eyebrows swallowing much of the malice contained in his dark, blue-flecked eyes.
The young man’s name was Skye. He was travelling the stone-tiled road of Koren, the capital city of Argate, empire of the Blessed Ones.
Skye had been sent from the city, since the elder magicians had decided that he was too much trouble to train. Skye had stormed out of the earlier meeting; the...

The Ranger

Roads are like veins running through a countryside. Any towns lucky enough to be situated on populated pathways were bound to thrive. They brought hungry travelers and curious pedestrians straight through the heart, to the very doors of any business. It was barely possible to maintain a simple town in these areas—too many people would settle down and turn it into something more urban. This was especially true for the villages that sat on the roads heading to Albion’s capital.

The Adventurer’s Guild was especially preeminent in places like this. While most of the bigger locations...