Enderal I Lords and Mages
Chapter 8 Revenge
8th Era, 479 13th of Weeping Widow
Mordurel Continent, Dawa Mountains Region
Town of Blackbough, Blackhall Castle
Selene Costayne Point of View
“Are you sure this is the right choice my girl?” Aspen asked. “You want to leave me in charge of Blackbough?”
I nodded as I dressed in my boiled leather jacket.
“Yes. I need someone I trust in charge if the Lord Admiral denies to join me. If he does, I must take my little host of loyal men and march back here in shame. I can’t leave for the Easterlands without his Silver Armada. I need that dwarf.”
“And this little host is enough to conquer a kingdom?” He asked dubiously.
I sighed.
“I will have allies there. I am certain of it. I have sent Lady Dawn of House Oakenshield a letter. She helped me get here so I think she’ll be willing to support me, to convince her lord father to support me. Besides, Fek has given me a thousand five hundred Hobgoblin Wolfriders and you convinced one hundred and fifty dwarves to come with me for the promise of later rewards, honor and experience in battle.” I knew reputation was important for dwarves. “I have twelve knights with their families and two hundred Men-at-Arms. I know it’s barely an army, but I am convinced lordly Houses will join my cause. The Red Queen isn’t very well liked.”
Aspen shook his head and sighed. I knew he thought I put to must of hope of aid, but as Naeryan had told me a few days past I would be less likely to get support if I had a large host of foreigners to their lands. But I needed those I already had, and the Silver Armada. The largest mercenary fleet I knew of, probably the largest in the world I imagined.
8th Era, 479 13th of Weeping Widow
Mordurel Continent, Ostland region, Osterling lands
Town of Hood Cove
Golic Pyke Point of View
I raised my tankard to clash with three other tankards. My freeholder crewmates and I cheered as we celebrated our victory. Our Lord Captain had, a bannerman to my House, had led us against an Easterland Carrack.
“They never saw us coming!” One of my mates cheered.
I laughed with them. The forty survivors of the fight all celebrated in the tavern. One of them slapped my back.
“Nobody can ever say you ain’t a warrior, Golic!” He had declared.
They laughed and I remembered cutting down the captain and two other crew members. I emptied my tankard of ale and spilled half of it. I wasn’t sure if it was the eighty or twelfth. But I knew I had to take a piss so I left the tavern for a moment and stalked out onto the street and looked around. It was night and I only saw beggars and whores around.
I staggered to the alley on the side of the tavern and did my watering in it. It looked like others had had the same idea. I heard a whore yelling. Something about paying for her service and gut him like a pig. After I finished my business I turned about, yet before I took my third step there was a woman in my way. A pretty one. It took me a long moment to realize that it was an elf, though I had no idea which type of elf. I thought there was three of them.
“Who would you be?” I asked.
I saw she had a big part of her face burned and two fingers missing off her right hand. There was hatred in her bright green eyes. she came at me before I could react and a dagger struck my throat. I groped at the wound withy my hands and fell back into the mess I had made just a moment before. My hands found a stream of blood. I felt pain and a strange cold feeling.663Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡPdBunijpUt
