2023-02-06 18:16:39"What do you want Lauihnio you are disturbing my peace." Lord Mordian said feeling annoyed. King Lauihnio ignored Lord Mordian and continued his stare on the scrolls in his hands. after some time he heaved a sigh.
"Okay enough of the facade, uncle I need your help." Lord Mordian looked shocked, he turned his eyes to Lord Garthine Polion then returned them back to King Lauihnio, he started laughing. "I am serious uncle." King Lauihnio said chin up."Then I supposed you have come to the very wrong place." Lord Mordian muttered. "Uncle - uncle Bauthinia is in trouble, the Quanians plan to attack us we seriously need all the help we can get." King Lauihnio bent towards his uncle holding his right shoulder. Lord Mordian stared at him for a while then frowned, he grabbed king Lauihnio and pushed him against the wall, pining him to the wall he held a short knife at the king's throat.On seeing this Lord Garthine Polion quickly removed his xiphos sword from his scabbard and held it at Lord Mordian's neck."How dare you put your hands on the king, let go or you will go down to the underworld without a head." Lord Mordian ignored him."Ever since you locked me up in this place I never caused any trouble, I took no further actions to undermine your leadership, you had your peace with no other rival for your crown, now if you think you would step in here and make fun of me hereby disturbing my peace, I wouldn't mind sending you back to your palace half a man compared to how you came in here all healthy and hearty - listen, you may be the king and I may be your prisoner but you can never take away the fact that I am your uncle and I deserve some respect." King Lauihnio tried to free himself from his uncle's grip but his uncle was too strong. it looks like age was not telling on him even with the facial wrinkles and grey beards setting in. being unable to free himself from his uncle's grip he gave up."Uncle I swear by Oridon's mace I do not mock you." he whispered. "king Brothlander plans to invade our lands and we need all the help we can get - we could do with your wisdom to help us stand a better chance of defending Bauthinia.""let go now or I will make you do so" Lord Garthine Polion scowled at him malevolentlly."It is okay Garthine Polion." Lord Mordian stared menacingly into king Lauihnio's eyes for a while, then he let go.free from his uncle's grip he took some time to massage his neck. while in anger Lord Garthine Polion put his sword back in it's scabbard."Like I have said you have come to the wrong place - I have no interest in Bauthinian affairs as you can see I am a prisoner convicted for being a threat to the king's life. your life.""Then we could get you out of here, you would be part of my caucus, I would restore your titles and lands back to you." Lord Garthine Polion squeezed his face and tried to understand what king Lauihnio just said because he found it hard to believe that king Lauihnio meant every bit of what he said."My king are you listening to yourself.""Quiet Garthine Polion!" king Lauihnio snapped."No I deserve to be in this place I tried to take your life." king Lauihnio took hold of Lord Mordian's hand. "Uncle do you know why I refused to execute you even while you were charged and found guilty of treason?" he looked innocently into his uncle's eyes. "It is because you are my favorite uncle, you were always there for me even when my father cared less of me, you always read me poetry, you taught me all I ever knew about politics, you taught me how to fight with the sword, and with the skill I acquired from you I achieved the highest feet at the arena, the highest in Bauthinian history." Tears started rolling down his cheeks. "But I tried to steal your throne from you.""Yes you did, you may even be planning so now but what I know is that you would never be a threat to my life - you once told me you always had a soft spot for me since I was born." Lord Mordian looked sober."You should go, leave me to my poetry." he took his scrolls, arranged the ones he had previously worked on and continued with his recent work."Uncle please we need you to help us fight this Quanians that are posing as a threat to our peace and security."My king you do not have to over emphasize on this, he is not interested in lending a hand, we have wise men, war veterans that had served king Rashur of Mocini, if he says no then we should let him be." Lord Garthine Polion whispered. "Uncle I will ask you one last time would you help us out or not, would you raise up your sword and join us in chasing this Quanian bastards away from our lands, would you join your sword with ours and protect the people we love, to protect the land that was handed over to us by our fathers - or you would stay here and rot your old ass out with your poetry, I am giving you a chance of freedom, forgetting all charges that were levelled up against you."King Lauihnio cleaned his wet eyes with his hands. "You were a threat to my throne, you may still be a threat to my throne even now but I am willing to forget all of that because I know how ambitious you are, but I know that even with your ambitions you are ready to give your life for these lands, these people that look up to us as their leaders - what is your decision uncle?" Lord Mordian heaved a sigh.
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EPILOGUE
Epilogue:Days had passed since Lord Mordian's successful but perilous attempt to harness the arcane forces and restore the fallen soldiers. The initial triumph had given way to a relentless and sinister consequence that now gripped him with an iron hold.Lord Mordian's once vibrant complexion had faded to a sickly pallor, his skin appearing almost translucent under the harsh daylight. Dark circles etched themselves beneath his eyes, marking the toll of sleepless nights and restless vigils.His once steady hands now trembled, the faint quiver betraying the constant strain he was under. His arms and legs felt as if they were aflame, an unrelenting burn that surged through his veins like molten lava. The physical torment was unceasing, a constant reminder of the power he had dared to command.The palms of his hands bore the brunt of the adverse effect. Sections of skin peeled away, leaving behind raw, tender patches that stung with every touch. Lord Mordian's fingertips were bliste
SHADOWS OF DOUBT: BENEVOLENCE IN QUESTION
"In times of war, there must be consequences for actions taken," Bongan Rodbar's voice carried an air of authority as he addressed the captive commander. "You are responsible for the pain and suffering this invasion has brought upon these lands. And now, you must face the consequences.""I was carrying out my orders!" The chief commander replied coldly, with a malevolent look at Bongan Rodbar.Bongan Rodbar turned to Lord Mordian and Lord Barthine Loust, his eyes steady. "Gentlemen, as a symbol of justice and retribution, one of you may choose to deliver the final blow. The choice is yours."A heavy silence hung in the air as Lord Barthine Loust exchanged a contemplative look with Lord Mordian. Then, in a surprising turn of events, Lord Barthine Loust unfastened his own sword from his side and stepped forward, his eyes locked on Lord Mordian."Lord Mordian," he began, his voice carrying a weight of sincerity, "it is you who deserves this chance. For all you have done, and for what yo
UNEXPECTED IDENTITY
As the dust began to settle on the battlefield, Lord Mordian and Lord Barthine Loust exchanged weary yet triumphant glances. The unexpected intervention of the Elerian warriors had turned the tide of battle in their favor, saving Prodloust from the clutches of Quanian annexation.Amidst the aftermath of the chaotic struggle, a presence drew their attention. Among the Elerian horsemen, a mounted soldier stood out, his demeanor exuding an air of command and authority. Even from a distance, it was clear that he was the leader of this formidable force, and his presence was a beacon of hope and strength.As the Bauthinian soldiers continued to regroup, Lord Mordian and Lord Barthine Loust's eyes were drawn to the mounted leader. His attire spoke of his status and prowess. He wore intricately designed chain mail that gleamed even in the dim moonlight, each link a testament to the craftsmanship that had gone into its creation. His helmet was a work of art in itself, adorned with elegant
RENEWED VALOR TRIUMPH
With a fierce determination, Lord Barthine Loust carefully lowered Lord Mordian to the ground, his movements deliberate and calculated. His grip tightened around the hilt of his sword, the cold metal a comforting weight in his hand. As the two Quanian soldiers charged towards him, he took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest.Ducking beneath the first swing of a Quanian blade, Lord Barthine Loust's movements were fluid and precise. He sidestepped another strike, the air whistling as the enemy's weapon sliced through the space where he had been. His mind raced, analyzing every movement of his opponents, seeking out their vulnerabilities.With a swift motion, Lord Barthine Loust parried a blow and countered with a calculated strike of his own. His sword met the Quanian soldier's weapon with a resounding clash, the force of the impact reverberating through his arms. He lunged forward, his blade finding its mark and carving a deep gash across the soldier's chest.However,
THE SIEGE OF PRODLOUST 7
Amidst the chaos, the spectral warriors led by Lord Barthine Loust and Gorloth charged into the heart of the Quanian forces with an otherworldly ferocity. Their armor gleamed with an ethereal radiance as they clashed with the enemy, cutting through the Quanian soldiers with unmatched skill and precision. The Bauthinian foot soldiers, who had been struggling earlier, were awestruck and filled with renewed hope as they witnessed the terrifying warriors with their haunting helmets fighting on their side.Amidst the clash of steel and the cries of battle, the Bauthinian soldiers couldn't believe their eyes. "Who are these warriors and why do they wear such haunting helmets?" one soldier exclaimed in disbelief. Another shouted, "We're not alone! They should be mercenaries hired by Lord Barthine Loust to help us defend our city!" The sight of these fearsome warriors turned the tide of morale, igniting a newfound fire within the Bauthinian ranks.Gorloth, with his long sword and battleaxe,
THE SIEGE OF PRODLOUST 6
Amidst the sea of chaos and carnage, Lord Mordian's focus was unyielding, his sword an extension of his indomitable will. Every strike he made was a tribute to the countless lives he aimed to protect. As a Quanian soldier's shield smashed into his face, a blinding flash of pain erupted, and he staggered backward, his vision momentarily blurred.But even in the midst of this disorienting blow, his training and instincts took over. The burly Quanian soldier lunged at him, his swift movements designed to exploit the momentary weakness. Hammering blows rained down upon Lord Mordian, testing his defenses. Steel met steel as Mordian parried and blocked the onslaught, his muscles straining against the powerful attacks.With each parry, he calculated his opponent's movements, his mind racing even as the world spun around him. His resolve was unshaken, his determination unwavering. In a lightning-quick motion, he sidestepped an incoming strike, his body moving with a grace that belied the
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