The Chronicles of the High Marshal

[High Marshal Andy]

The Chronicles of High Marshal Andy


From the Beginning



The young child lay on the steps, forlorn and cold. He was wrapped in nought but a blanket. The maid who was cleaning ran for one of the carers upon finding him. A stern looking woman appeared in the doorway and carried him inside. An old man slowly walked into the room.
“What have we here Becca?” he asked.
“A child, maybe one year old, Sally found him on the step. All he has is the blanket he was wrapped in and this chain with a pendent on it.” She answered.
“Anything engraved on the pendent?” he croaked.
“Yes, an A, nothing else.”
“Give him a bed and food, more than that we cannot,” and with that he retired from the room leaving it to Becca to look after him.

Fifteen years on Miss Rebecca sat upon her chair gazing at the dozen boys before her.
“Whose idea was it?” She paused for dramatic effect, “to steal my personal belongings and hand them from the entrance flagpole?” The boys merely sat there fidgeting and looking guilty apart from one who eyed her calmly.
“Andy, tell me who it was now.” She snapped.
“Sorry miss, didn’t see.” He answered, as calmly as he was standing.
“Out all of you, no lunch and let that be the end of it.”
As the boys left she watched Andy. While the others were in the orphanage due to family dying from illness and in wars, Andy was the boy from the step. He had grown tall and had broadened out. His hair was reaching his shoulders and stubble was growing. He was the eldest left in the orphanage and was most certainly partly behind her underwear being hung on the flagpole. He had recently announced his desire to join the white army. Today was his last day in the orphanage. The next morning he was signing up. Miss Rebecca had cared for him and watched him grow into a man. She had noticed he was quieter than the others, with a foreign look about him. He was skilled in what he did; learning fast and so well he soon surpassed the teacher. He was darker than the other boys; he had a constant tan even in the winter. She didn’t know his real name but father Neil had used the A on the pendant as a guide and had named him Andy.

Andy stood before the recruiters in the market. Two sergeants, both in mail armour, with swords by their sides.
“So lady, you would like to join the white army?” The sergeant briefly outlaid the series of events to expect, and the dangers before handing him his contract.
“Once you join lad there is no going back, you serve your time and earn your release or you die trying.”
“I understand.” Andy affirmed.
He was given a coupon for food and sleeping space for one night in a nearby inn.
He walked in to meet several recruits. He was bought a beer. He sat there sipping at it. The chat ran around what army life was going to be like. The adventure, the money, and the ladies… Andy spoke little. He never really did, he preferred the quiet. The others took it that he was nervous. They all ate, and then Andy made himself comfy and went to sleep.
When he woke he quickly got up and quietly got some water. One of the sergeants from the day before appeared.
“Good your up. Not that I can say that about everyone.” He nodded to the comatose forms of the other recruits. “Up you lazy sods,” he roared. The recruits raced around grabbing their stuff while Andy wandered outside to wait.
They were taken to the barracks outside the main city. They were lined up and handed a wooden sword and shield.
“You only get a real weapon, when you can use one.” Their training sergeant yelled at him.
They spent the next weeks learning the art of war; they learnt a variety of weapons, tactics, how to duel and how to fight in a group. It was tough, every few weeks the recruits were lined up and some were sent to repeat that part of the training. They went to bed each night sore and exhausted.

Andy loved it; he learnt the skills quickly and as at the orphanage was soon giving some of the instructors a run for their money. There were rumours he had been in a street gang, no matter how much he denied it.
Very soon they had finished training. They were sent all over, fighting wars, and rebellions. Andy began to make a name for himself due to his skills. He was promoted to sergeant but then continued to captain and was finally made High Marshal, the rank below general Locky.

He was still as calm as ever, and efficiently ruthless in battle, cool and calculating, everything a leader should be. One morning he was leading an attack on a wolf outpost. He noticed horse riders in the distance. He put them from his mind and looked through his tactics. He would lead the main attack while his two captains would lead an attack on each flank. The attack went smoothly, or at least it did, until wolf reinforcements ran from he nearby forest. He ducked under a large wolfs axe as it attempted to take off his head. The axe kept going and hit another wolf, taking off its hand. Andy stepped under the outstretched arms and with his great sword cut the axe wielding wolfs throat. He turned to see a wolf champion swinging around a large mace, and his men sent flying as it impacted against them. He ran as fast as he could his cloak fluttering behind him. He slashed a wolf across the back as it was about to impale on of his men lying on the ground. The man thanked him before running back into the fight. Andy reached the wolf champion. He parried the next swing, making the champion swing around in shock. He roared and jumped at Andy, making him have to spin out of the way he slashed at the wolf’s leg only to miss. The wolf was back attacking at him, Andy only just able to parry. Before he knew what was happening he was face to face with the champion their weapons locked above them. The wolf knocked him back causing him to stand dazed. It dropped the mace and pulled a sword it slashed at him, again Andy only just managed to dodge out of the way. Then it happened. Andy was just to slow as he backed out the sword caught him with its tip and slashed from his temple down to his chin. Luckily it wasn’t deep enough to kill him, but the blood ran into his eye. The wolf looked at his work gloating and in that moment Andy spun around with his sword and completely removed the monsters head. He then fell to his knee. He could feel the blood running down his face and dripping onto his armour. With his good eye he looked around and saw that the wolves were beaten. His men were now killing the last survivors. It was now, that the heat of battle was over and his adrenaline was decreasing that he began to feel the pain, his face throbbed. Then he saw the riders he had seen approaching on the horizon, they rode into the camp. Andy saw their Blue tabards and capes with a large hammer emblazed in white, and the Red cape of the leader.
The leader jumped off his mount and walked over. He looked at Andy, before going to his horse and looking through a saddlebag. He handed Andy a pot of ointment.
“Put this on it, it will help, I am Ariakas, leader of the Warriors of Mjolnir, I come to offer you a place within our ranks.”
Andy stood dumbstruck, wow, the Warriors of Mjolnir where the protectors of this land, answerable only to Lord Sunnycool and Lord Branalbinn, this was a rare offer. He took the ointment and rubbed it into his cut. It stung and smoked slightly. He shuddered as the pain coursed through him, and then he relaxed, the pain eased.
“Thank you my lord, I would be honoured to join you.” He said humbly.
“Very well we shall take your men back to the barracks and then you ride with us.” Ariakas said.
So it was that Andy began his time with the Warriors of Mjolnir. Soon he would enter the fortress of Mjolnir, and be given his cape and tabard and truly become a protector of the realm.



His Lessons

Andy sat with his legs crossed, the two handed broadsword rested across his palms. Luckily his muscles had ceased up after only a few hours so he could no longer feel the pain. An old figure walked into the room. He appeared heavily scarred and he walked with a slight limp.
This was Rake Hajj, one of the greatest swordsmen to live. Andy had been at this quiet house in the mountains for almost a year. Master Hajj had been teaching him the way of the sword. This was not basic how to kill with a sword; this was how to respect the spirit of the sword. How a swords spirit must be respected or it would never be able to aid you in battle. He was woken each day as the sun rose and he was then given 5 minutes to prepare for himself for the day. He then had another 15 minutes to have his morning rice. Several hours are then spent on combat training. Before cleaning the sword with sacred oils, until the sun was at its highest. Master Hajj then inspected the blade for the faintest flaw. When he was satisfied Andy was permitted to have a meal of rice and raw fish. After the meal there were tough stance drills which used wooden spars and boards. Hajj has showed him things you could do with a sword he had never believed possible.
At the end of the day he had to re-sharpen his blade before returning from the practise fields to the house as the sun set.
Hajj walked into the room and looked at Andy as was quietly eating some food.
“Andy I accepted to teach you the way of the blade, but I feel the time has arrived. He stood as stern as ever. Rake was tough but fair, he seemed to have sympathy for Andy about the scarring he possessed on his face, similar in severity to his own.
Take your sword and as the sun sets on this mountain we shall dual one last time.”
Andy nodded and stood up from his position on the floor. They walked outside together and went into the duelling square. It was surrounded by a small wooden palisade fence. The sand inside was white. They both drew their great swords and stood several metres from each other ready. They sprang at each other their blades creating a whirlwind of metal. Their blades were moving so fast they could no longer be seen. Hajj made a stab at Andy’s leg and blocked and managed to get out of the way in time as Hajj flicked the tip of the blade up aiming to hit him in the upper body. Andy without warning made a quick slash at Hajj’s leg and as the man stumbled he spun the blade upwards and made a sweeping arc aimed at Hajj’s head. Just as the blade was about to strike he stopped it. As Hajj, realised what was happening he had Andy’s blade resting against his neck. Rake Hajj bowed his head.
“So it is that a master is born.” He said in his quiet, deep voice. Andy sheathed his blade and laid the sheath across his hands, presenting it to Rake in a show of fealty.
Rake pushed the blade away.
“No my son, you have now surpasses your teacher, you need not bow to me.”
“Master no matter how I improve I will still swear my fealty to you.” Andy bowed low.
“Spring is here, the ice and snow is now melting, and it is time you returned home. May everything I have taught you be with you always, however please follow me.” He led Andy back into the house and into his own bedroom. HE opened a compartment in the floor and withdrew a silk wrapped package. He handed Andy the package which he gingerly opened. It was a simple solid black leather scabbard in pristine condition. In it sat a hilt of a mighty broadsword. The grip was made of ivory and was set with A gold pommel and a golden guard.
“My sword was the last made by the master sword-smith who made it. However when he made it he made a brother sword and gave it to me. I have kept it many years and have given it to none of my students however I believe this sword belongs to you.”
Andy took the sword and felt the lightness of it.
“It’s so light,” he said in surprise.
“No it isn’t lad, but it is yours, it feels right for you as it is yours.”
Andy bowed and Rake Hajj nodded.
Andy placed the sword under his cloak across his back with just the hilt protruding in easy reach.
“If you ever have need of me, send word and I will come.” Andy told him, Rake nodded and watched as Andy rode down the mountain path.
He was old and he had taught the lad everything he knew, he knew that there now rode a master beyond his skill, and the lad had only just begun to really learn the ways sword.


Introduction


High Marshal Andy sat upon his steed upon the hill in the valley, cliffs lined the walls, great monuments to the dark land he was in. He sat almost motionless on his hellish steed, as a great eagle circled above. The wind was racing and his hair flew behind him. He thrust out his arm and the eagle dived and landed on his outstretched forearm. He took the scroll from the eagle’s leg. He glanced through the details and noticed the Seal of Lord Sunnycool. He at once scanned to see the target, then turning his horse he threw the eagle in to the air. With a yell he came out of the canyon onto barren ashen wastes as far as the eye could see. The land smelt burnt; there was blood on the air.

He raced for 6 days and on the morn of the 7th day he slowly stopped on the edge of a huge empty field, covered in crisp frost, he saw on the opposite side of the field a huge horde of werewolves, their banners of dead victims hanging in the wind and the stench of wet dog blowing across the field along with the smell of rotting flesh, and on this side of the field a host of men flying the banner of Lord Sunnycool, all neatly arrayed in their units standing in formation awaiting orders, he could smell them from here. Well organised soldiers their armour gleamed as the sun shone it. Andy raced over to the command tent were the tent door was pulled open before him and he strode into the room. A small table had been set up and throws thrown around to make it look more comfortable. A few Captains stood and eyed the new arrival.
"Morning," Andy growled. " Nice morning to kill some wolves eh??"
"Lord Sunnycool sent a message to me to lead this force as the rest of his knights and even himself are fighting an even larger host of wolves in the North." He told the shell shocked men who just stood their gaping at the scar on his face which went from his right temple down over one eye and over his mouth to his chin, and at the long black cloak draped over him.
"Captains prepare your men," He told them calmly.
" Yes High Marshal" They jumped at the command and rushed from the tent yelling orders, only one man had scarring as severely as that and he was to be obeyed.
One captain stayed back to talk.
“Welcome marshal I see you got Lord Sunnycools message, we feared it would not reach you in time. My name is Ilisdor by the way.”
“Greetings Ilisdor, I look forward to fighting alongside you.”

Andy strode out and a sergeant ran up to him.
"My lord your horse killed the stable boy who tried to take him into a pen!!"
"Of course he did Angus, He's a demon, the dark gods sent to kill me but I defeated him, and forced him to do my bidding, he keeps the shape of horse because I command it but he is no horse. I assure you, too damn grumpy by far.” He laughed. “How are you my friend?”
"Ok my lord, the men are afraid though. They think that there is a fell wind."
“Tell them to worry nought it is not a fell wind, its just one of those mongrels over there farted probably.” He laughed again.
“Very well my Lord I will tell them this.” He walked of smiling and Andy strode towards his horse and leapt on.
“So Valkar this is how it’s going to be.”
Valkar did not reply.

Andy sat upon his steed looking at the men arrayed behind him.
"Men of the realm, you are the fortunate who have been asked to fight for the Lord on this front as you are strong of faith that the lord needs you to and you would be right, this is an important battle so fight for your lord as if he was watching.
And fear not we are the greater, although victory is not ours yet, we will have it will we not MEN OF THE REALM???"
"YES LORD” All the assembled men yelled in unison.
"CHARGE AND DIE WITH HONOUR.... FOR THE REALM!!"
With that Andy kicked his steed forward and a wall of knights two hundred strong followed. Behind them the swordsmen started racing forward too, and did an admirable job of keeping up, their armour glinting in the sun.

He looked over and saw the werewolves had started racing to, their wolf riders ranging ahead of the common troops.
"Hold the line or you shall hear me cursing like no lord ever has!!" Andy roared laughing.
The cavalry pulled in tighter as did the infantry behind them, as the men prepared for the final impact.
The enemy were scurrying forward much weaker than they other wise would have been had it not been daylight. He thanked the sun god that it was so.

“FOR THE REALM AND FOR THE LORD" High marshal Andy yelled.
The cavalry ploughed through the enemy ranks and knocked them aside skulls split.
The infantry were only yards behind and ran into the enemies swords slashing with well drilled efficiency.
High Marshal Andy leapt of his horse and landed amongst a large band of great were wolves and with his sword at the ready crouched as they overcame their shock and approached, he ducked under the firsts swing and pierced the first wolf straight through then using him as a mace he swung left and right knocking over adversaries with his occupied blade while still slicing them with the point. Some of the lord’s soldiers ran to help him and he thanked their boots that they were there. They with him hacked at the scum wolves.
He saw his men knocked down, one by one and roared with anger. He swung his sword and cleaved right through the nearest wolves head.
The wolves backed off shocked at this display of butchery.
"Come on then doggies come and see the biscuit I have got for you." He growled to them, at this they charged and he set to them again, first flinging the now dead wolf from his blade and slicing left and then right. Scores fell until after several minutes there was a howl and the wolves that were not in fact being killed or were already dead scampered away. They gave pursuit and a few actually stopped to fight. These were cut down by the men still coming onto the field. Andy slipped in a pool of blood and fell heavily on his back.
“You didn’t see that he said to the approaching soldier who when he removed his helmet it turned out to be the sergeant, Angus.
“So you survived then?” Andy laughed.
“It would take more then some mongrels to kill me your lord,” Angus told him.
"It seems we have, it seems we have finished this day with honour in our hearts." Andy said kindly, With that he walked over to his horse who was standing in a circle of wolves who were all covered in bleeding hoof marks, while the steed himself sat chewing a piece of werewolf flesh.
“Collect the wounded,” he told a passing group of soldiers who hastened to do as they were bidden. He walked with Angus back to the tents and saw a body in regal armour lying in the mud and under a number of werewolves.
He looked closer and saw it was Ilisdor, lying, his chest bleeding where a blade had obviously struck and eventually killed the young man. Andy knelt down ignoring the ache in his arms and back and the gash in his arm, and picked up the corpse. He declined aid and walked back to the tents and then put Ilisdor to rest on a bed. He went to help with the other wounded.
That night Andy built a pyre and placed Ilisdors body on a platform above it. Then with great care he lit the pyre and watched as the flames consume the young captain.
The crowd watching paid close attention as he turned around.
“Men you fought bravely this die, many good soldiers died but their sacrifice was not in vain we have repelled the vile werewolves which would have these lands. Today you all bled with me and I thank you.” He stated.
With that he turned and went to his horse.
“I leave you now, you will be ok, and no one will attack this night. It is done; I ride now to meet Lord Sunnycool. Strength and Honour" Andy told them.

And with that he was gone in a cloud of dust.



The beginning of the end

High marshal Andy raced across the plains the dry breeze blasting his face, stopping only briefly to kick the crap out of his demon who thought it would be funny to keep turning into a camel so that the High Marshal was thrown 10 feet into the air as a hump suddenly appeared.
That all in order he raced across the plains again, and arrived at the white city, its mighty white walls rising as far as Andy could crane his neck, that being just the first of the many levels of walls, he raced through the gates, nodding briefly at the guards, as he proceeded through the streets. He leapt from the demon which stood silently held by his masters will. The guards eyed it suspiciously.
The high marshal walked through the entrance and the doors into the main hall were opened for him. Lord Sunnycool rose to meet him and they shook hands. The great hall had not been changed, it still was hung with great tapestries and mighty statues stood around it, with the throne of gold sitting at the end of the room.
"My friend it has been a long time." said lord Sunnycool.
"Indeed it has, indeed it has, I received your letter." Andy said
"Thank the heavens, did you make it in time, what happened?" Sunnycool smiled.
Andy smiled despite himself the young lord was as forthright as ever.
"We won my lord fear not, the wolves have not been found yet that could keep me down!" Andy laughed.
“What of this gash to your arm?” Sunnycool enquired.
“My Lord it will merely join the hundreds I have already”. Andy said and then smiled.
“There is something I need of you Andy.” Sunnycool said now grave.
“Name it my lord and it shall be so.” Andy answered, he to suddenly serious.

Andy strolled through the royal gardens looking at the trees and flowers and wondering how such bliss could be there in such times as these. He heard a rustling and spied a glint of armour.
"Oi you what do you think your doing over there." He stepped over and pulled Ariakas of the embarrassed chambermaid in the bushes and they both looked like caught children.
"Ariakas the womaniser never saw it coming my friend," He proclaimed.
"Greetings brother," Ariakas laughed still looking sheepish.
The two walked through the gardens chatting Andy’s latest battle. He mentioned the scar across Andy’s face.
“Well while you have to use your face to get chambermaids in the bushes I use more, like my wit, my brains, my charisma, and my bad jokes.” He teased.
"But my friend I fear I must be off," Andy told him soberly.
"Why?" Ariakas said shocked.
"For the Lord has a mission for me. Which we agree will take a long time. So I best set off as soon as possible. Alex is going to show me the first part of the journey but more than that, I’m forbidden to tell anyone, even you my old friend."
"Well the Lord knows best" Ariakas agreed.
With a final nod Andy turned on his heel and walked away. Away once again from the sweet bliss of the trees and serenity which gardens can bring.

He walked out of the entrance and mounted his demon, then rode over to where Alex was waiting for him in the courtyard. The paving in this place was hundreds of years old as were the walls and the gates. The only thing that ever changed in this city was the people.
"Lead on Alex, we best get going,” He sighed wondering if he would ever see this court again.
"I don’t know where you have to go or why, but even this first bit is a bastard on the road to damnation, be careful my friend, these roads should not be taken lightly." Alex warned.
“They are not, I wish to return it is not yet I wish to walk in the world of the spirits, fear not."
So without another word the two knights rode off through the gates and disappeared into the setting sun.

The passage

The two knights were still riding as dawn approached. Alex shifted in his saddle working out one of the corns which was developing on his backside, and said, "So why the hell must you go through the pass of Kalik Mazad, its basically one big hell hole full of orcs..."
"Because, I must," Andy said quietly. "The choices I make are not mine to choose but mine to carry out, the lord wishes me to do this task and so I do it. I may not enjoy what I have to do but it must be done."
"And you will tell me nought of the task no?" Alex queried for the 3rd time during their ride.
"I cannot my brother it would not be fai......" Andy was stopped mid sentence by Alex raising his hand.
They dashed into the bushes. They both leapt of their steeds. Alex pulled out his bow and notched an arrow, Andy pulled his sword. Walking down the road towards them was two orc scouts. Alex motioned towards his knife and so with haste, Andy sheathed his sword and Alex slung his bow. Both drew their daggers, Alex’s silver with a gold hilt. Andy’s hilt black, as the orcs went by yelling loudly at each other in their foul tongue, Andy and Alex slipped form the bushes and walked up behind them. Together as one they each grabbed one around the neck and pulled the blade across their windpipe. The two corpses fell to the ground where their bodies twitched as the puddle grew black and sticky. Andy could smell the musky stench of orcs, and felt sick.
" Scouts" Alex hissed.
“Are there more?" Andy whispered back. Trying not to show his revulsion and also trying not to throw up.
" No these orcs travel alone long distances, you can tell from the tribal markings they possess on their arms." Alex explained, breathing more easily now as they moved away from the now dead corpses.
" Ah ok so we are ok to continue?" Andy said.
They mounted the horses and set off again Andy hoped nothing else would happen for a while.


After a few hours they came to a small spring and they dismounted while Alex’s horse had a drink
“So how long till we reach the pass?” Andy enquired
“At this pace I’d say less than one hour.”
They soon set off again, Alex leading the way.
The approached a large dark canyon. The stench of orcs, billowing out of it funnelled into one massive assault on the nasal passages.
"Right Andy we have a choice we can either sneak through this pass quietly, race through it as fast as we can or kill’em all, this I would not advise my friend as their are bloody masses of them." Alex explained.
" Umm I guess the race through with a bit f the stealth idea and the kill whoever gets in our way idea." Andy said slowly in thought.
"Right...." Alex looked sceptical, raising one eyebrow.
They mounted their steeds and began to head towards the shadow. They entered slowly and decided to rely on the orcs poor sense of sight and to ride through quietly. Andy’s skin crawled as the breeze cooled his armour till it felt like ice. He couldn’t hear anything the only guide he had was a dot in the darkness. Suddenly there was a yell and large bonfires were lit. Andy closed his eyes just in time to stop himself being blinded by the sudden light.
"Oh hell here we go," Andy said to himself. With that he urged the demon on even faster and Alex followed. He drew his sword and slashed at the nearest orc´s head splitting it in two, then with a series of slashes he killed several more, he looked to his left to see Alex doing the same with his axe. They rode as fast as they dared trying to dodge the fell orcs who swarmed all around Alex’s steed was pulled down from under him and Alex just had time to leap into the air. Andy charged Valkar forward and Alex landed just behind him on the saddle. He urged Valkar forward which he did and quickly the demon started bounding off orc skulls crushing them ever time he stepped.
With a sudden burst they cleared the canyon and raced across the green plains on the other side. The light blinded them but soon they recovered they turned to see a number of orcs waving spears at them from the mouth of the canyon.
“Alex are you ok?” Andy asked full of concern.
“Ye I’m fine. They got my damn horse though. I knew I should have said oh no Lord its too dangerous lord, send Hewer instead.” Alex whined.
Andy couldn’t help himself and laughed. He himself was ok apart from the many scratches and cuts all over his face. Luckily the rest of him had been protected by his armour.
They stopped next to a small river in the lee of some trees and looked out over the horizon. They finally saw their goal. The Dark City, the last bastion of free men, home of the dark council. It rose from the plains. They were now well and truly in the dark lands and this was the last fortress of men in this direction. This city was ruled by the dark council and was allies of the Lord Sunnycool, where Andy had been told to go with Alex for the first part of his quest. They remounted and raced towards the great city with its black walls, and keep all leading to the white tower in which was the castle itself. They approached the gates to be greeted with shouts of alarm and points of arrows. Alex whispered to Andy while watching them coolly, "You sure about these lads Andy,"
"Yup", one was the one word answer.

Andy rode up to the gate and handed up his papers the suspicious guard. The guard glanced at his stained cloak and drawled, "Owd i know this is youuus then?"
Andy cast aside the cloak to show his gleaming silver breastplate and massive sword. "Trust me; check the seal of my lord if you wish."
The guard not wanting to lose his head did so then nodded the gates opened and Andy began to walk in he turned to see Alex standing where he’d left him.
" Sorry Marshal but this is where I leave you good luck." He said
“Wait, soldiers fetch me a horse.” He ordered, the man hurried to fetch one.
He came back with a beautiful horse which Andy took of him and handed over to Alex.
“From me,” he smiled, “as an apology for losing the last one. Good luck Alex.” He said softly.
Andy shook his hand, with that, Alex turned on his heel leapt to his mount and rode off into the distance, yelling “Till we meet again son of the white realm.”



The dark Council

The High Marshal Strode through the city and into the halls of the Dark Council.
He was lead through dark stone passages which twisted and turned. There were guards stationed at almost every door, bearing the seal of the city, a dark star and moon. Finally they arrived at a pair of great doors, flanked on each side by two heavily armoured guards. As Andy entered he heard an old and yet tough voice.
"Welcome stranger but who are you?" A Lord inquired.
Andy looked and saw seven men in armour sitting at a table at the head of the great hall. The walls were adorned with tapestries depicting great battles.
" I am High Marshal Andy and I am on an errand for my lord Sunnycool. He has provided me with a letter bearing his seal to confirm this to you. I know are two cities have not always got on, however Lord Sunnycool feels that now is the time to encourage our two great nations to begin working together. He gave me this to give you."
Andy pulled off a huge shield with the White council’s coat of arms on it.
"My Lord wishes you to have this token of friendship and asks you to assist me in a few needs of mine."
" Your Lord, Marshal..." Another lord started saying.
" High Marshal if you would be so kind." Andy interrupted.
" …And yourself are very bold."
"Well, I try and keep relations interesting" Andy conceded bowing.
" Indeed." The lord put in dryly; however there was amusement in his eyes.
" Take a seat. What do you require?"
Andy walked over to an empty chair and gracefully sat down.
" What I need is Information. I need to know how to get to Mount Agamemnon. That is all."
"If that is all you request High Marshal then I will do one better I will send Elegost to show you. He is a great warrior and captain of the guard; he will do us a proud service by it." The Lord laughed. Waving Andy out, he was motioned to follow by a new man in golden armour and a large cloak.

With Elegost

So it was Andy upon his steed once more set of from the great city with Elegost by his side. He showed him all the shortcuts through apparently thick forests which in fact only went a few hundred metres and which to have had to traverse would have taken days. He found springs from which they drank.
They spoke of many things, their countries, and their kingdoms and joked about common mishaps they had had in battle. They became firm friends, as their companionship continued.
That night they met a road and on this they travelled for three days more stopping one night at a tavern. Which they decided would make a nice change from sleeping rough on the roadside.
The inn was set back from the road and was nought but stone built with a flat roof. Their was a trough sitting outside and a heavy door which could not block out the music inside.
As they walled in the chatter and music stopped. It was smoky, and there was a smell of ale and cooked meat. They walked to a table and took a seat. The music soon resumed and the chatter slowly edged its way back in.
The bar was relatively large, there was the long bar along the side wall, left of the entrance and then a stage opposite where a small band sat playing guitars. Then there were tables and chairs spread across the rest of the floor space. Most of these were filled with people having a night out.
An attractive waitress came to take their orders both ordered an ale, and some bread and cheese. This was hastily brought to them and they sat and ate. It seemed the waitress wanted nothing to do with them in fact no one seemed to be trying to talk to them at all.
Elegost turned to Andy.
" Andy my friend watch out some of these thugs are looking at us in a worrying way."
" Right, it’s your realm how do you want to deal with this."
"I say finish then leave. Ok?"
" Agreed," Andy confirmed.
They finished the food then stood up to leave.
As they walked into the fresh air, a group appeared out of the darkness surrounding them.
"Who do you think you lot are coming and drinking in our local." A particularly short, fat man said, however for all the weight on him he looked bloody strong, probably a farm worker. Andy and Elegost could smell the alcohol on his breath. However on the knights side was that most looked worse for wear thanks to the potent ale.

It all happened in a flash. One pulled a knife and stumbled at Elegost who grabbed him by the throat spun him wrenching the knife from his hand and breaking the man’s wrist. The man crumpled moaning. This was what the entire mob needed they pulled, chains, axes, knives and planks of wood. As one they ran, stumbling at the two knights. Elegost and Andy stood their ground.
The first man to get to Andy, had his face imploded by a spectacular punch, the force actually breaking his nose and teeth, the fragments of bone splintered into his brain and he fell to the ground twitching. Elegost meanwhile had one jump on his back; he quickly threw him of over his shoulder, before stamping on his neck. They were halfway through the mob. The rest looked more worried. Two plucked up the courage and charged at Andy who sidestepped, leaving one leg there one man tripped over it and landed head first into a barrel of water, he had no way out and was stuck. The second kept going to look at Andy as though he had tricked him, so with a face of indignation he charged again, knife drawn. Andy slammed the palm of his hand into the mans face breaking his jaw he then grabbed the mans arm and snapped it like a twig making him drop the knife the knife, the man in a drunken stupor charged again to be gripped around the throat by Andy's forearm and as Andy exerted pressure the man turned, pink, to purple before dropping down unconscious.
The final to men ran for their lives while Elegost and Andy assessed the chaos they had wreaked.
"Nice fight" Elegost inspected.
" Ha-ha. Indeed, not bad for a bunch of drunks," Andy chuckled.
Around them lay destruction and yet they had not even drawn their swords which still sat in their scabbards under their cloak. The man in the barrel of water was dead as well having drowned.
The pair mounted and carried on their journey leaving the bar and the corpses behind.

As the mountain slowly drew into site over the next few days the two increased their pace, as they raced along the road running through the grasslands, as they reached the final crossroad, turning either up the mountain or away onto the plains Elegost turned in his seat to face Andy and said.
“Well my friend this is where I have been ordered to leave your company and I must do as I’m bid.”
Andy smiled and proffered his hand to Elegost,
“But of course my friend, it has been an honour riding with you these last few days. Hopefully we will meet again. I have a request of you however.”
“Yes, name it. If it is in my power I will grant it.” Elegost said with conviction.
“Take word to Lord Sunnycool that I made it this far, I will right a short note and I will seal it, this I bid you to deliver to him for me.” Andy said.
“But of course my friend,” Elegost answered, and with that he was off.

The First Trial

As Elegost rode off soon disappearing into the distance Andy sighed, the last friendly face he would see for some time had just ridden off, and Andy was not sure what his chances of seeing the white realm again were, but they were slim if anything. He’d never see Ariakas, Alex, Lord Sunnycool, Brannalabinn, Locky, James, Dylandylandylandylan, Madbull, Locky … his friends.
With another sigh he turned the demon onto the road up the mountain, dark, and foreboding and disappearing into the clouds, this was where the first part of his quest would take place. For on this mountain lived a monster of hellish reality.

With haste he rode up the mountain not wanting to draw out the inevitable. He soon had to have the demon turn back to its original form; this was that of a knight in jet black armour with two long curved swords strapped on his back. They together walked along narrow outcrops and the rest of the time, were forced to scale sheer cliff walls. Eventually they reached a plateau. Across it into another sheer cliff was a dark cave.
He approached a cave and while still some distance he heard what he knew was there. A load snoring pierced the air.
“Yes my friend, sleep now it will make my job easier.” Andy said quietly to himself. The demon slipped off to the right and sat on a perch, while he silently moved towards the cave entrance; without warning he heard a shout and saw the giant rise from the slab which until a few seconds ago had been his bed. Bones lay scattered around. This particular giant was adorned with a bone necklace and bone upper armbands. And a ring made of skulls. As everyone knew giants are terribly stupid so much so they cannot speak in comprehendible human, instead they grunted and hit each other. This one however was obviously about to attempt to ignore the grunting aspect of the language. He grabbed the nearest weapon which happened to be a large bone from a large cave beast, and with a roar charged swinging the club at Andy’s head. Andy sidestepped just in time and in one movement drew his sword, cutting into the side of the giant’s ankle as it came out of the sheath. The giant roared in anger and pain it slowly stopped its run only slightly using the wall of the cave as a stop. Andy was impressed he had thought with its bulk and speed it wouldn’t have been able to be that lithe on his feet.
As it walked up to him again Andy turned the sword so he was holding it the way you would a dagger and he threw it with all his strength at the giant’s throat. It pierced his neck and blood spurted out but this didn’t stop it. It walked this time up to him and as Andy went to dodge it, it merely leant over and grabbed Andy by the foot. Somehow Andy found himself upside down but then the problems increased as he was swung into the wall. He hit into the wall and Andy felt his rib bruising. He pulled the sword from the giants flesh and with a slash he sliced the giants little finger off and it dropped him. Good you might think but no with a crash Andy fell the ten foot into the ground with a crash.
As he peeled himself off the ground he prepared to make another attack. The giant was still nursing his mutilated hand. He ran and was behind it, before it knew what was happening Andy had cut through both its hamstrings. He ran between its legs slashing the back of its knee. As the giant saw the thing that caused him such pain began to chase after it only to fall flat on its face. Andy jumped onto the beasts back and with all his strength drove the sword into the top of the giant’s spine. It roared and then fell silent. The only movement was a slight twitching as it went through its death throes.
Andy climbed off the now dead corpse and pulled his sword out of the mess, and steeled himself as he heard the squelch and was overcome by the odour of the beast.
He walked over to the chest which is why he had come. It sat at the back of the cave between to mighty stalagmites. It was locked however while the lock had been renewed the chest had not and so was disintegrated with one strike of the elbow.
He opened the remains and gingerly took out the object wrapped in silk. He opened it up to find what was apparently was just a glass orb, but he knew differently it was the first of the things that he had been sent for. This was the Ice orb of Anelexia and was from glacier ice which had been enchanted never to melt no matter how warm it got. He took of his gauntlet and touched it and indeed it was as cold as when it was part of the great glacier. He quickly wrapped it and placed it in his bag. With the demon, they set off back down the mountain passes, the return journey uneventful.
As they once again stood at the crossroads, Andy looked across the plains and knew of the trials he had yet to face of which this did not compare. He then glanced over towards the Black City from where they had set out and now was not even a speck on the horizon and which behind he knew his home was, many miles away, The White Realm, The White City, and his seat at the white council.
With that he faced across the plains once, the demon without being bid to transferred back into a steed and a yell from Andy they began racing across the plains towards the next stretch of his journey.


The encounter

After many days riding on the dusty windswept plains, with nothing of note save for the vultures feasting on carrion, Andy came to a slight upland area near a large river and saw over it rising smoke. Not large amounts as the smoke from a prairie fire but the small fire of a camp. He dismounted and crept up the slope and peered over. Sitting around the fire sat three orcs, drinking what looked like alcohol; next to them were two mangy looking tents. One got up to get something and collapsed into the fire to the laughter of his fellow drinkers. Definitely alcohol in that case, so as the orc removed itself from the fire the others continued drinking.
Andy stopped moving hardly daring to breath. Digging into his neck was a metal point by the feel of it. Two pairs of strong hands grabbed his arms and held them behind him as he was dragged to standing. He saw his captors were yet more orcs these ones had obviously been hunting from the dead beast lying at the bottom of the slope.
How the hell had he not heard them. They roughly tied his hands in front of him. Well orcs have never been famous for being intelligent. They then tied another rope around his neck and dragged him towards the camp, not wanting to be strangled Andy followed.
As they entered the three orcs leapt to their feet as the three new orcs approached with a human being dragged by his neck.
“Grk Hagza dak lokadasaz gorak?” The obvious leader of the newly arrived orcs asked. Andy got a better look at the big orc. He was larger than his fellows. He wore a leather vest and leather breeches. He was heavily scarred and had a necklace made of pointed teeth. The stench of him like rotten meat, wafting around like that of a skunk.
The three drunks looked sullenly at their feet.
“Well humie…. Looks like youz was unlucky today.” The in charge orc sneered.
He took of Andy’s armour and his two men held his arms. So after this they took him to a post and tied his hands above his head. Without warning the big orc punched him right in the stomach. He had all the breath forced out of his lungs, he felt his flesh bruising, however he did not cry out despite the pain his face remaining impassive.
“Soez we’ve got us a strong one den boyz.” The orc sneered as if Andy had passes an initial test.
He smacked Andy across the face with his hand and he could feel a dribble of blood drip from his mouth. He closed his eyes ready to take the ordeal he knew was going to continue. The orc then punched Andy in the ribs and the pain was excruciating as his flesh was beaten to the state of a piece of meat. He then punched him again in the same place, he could feel the knuckles impacting, and Andy could feel the flesh swelling and the blood rushing to the spot. He could taste the blood running in his mouth, and smell the stink of the orc.
Tiring of this sport, the orc proclaimed.
“We’ll leave this ‘umie to think about what he wants to happen next.” He laughed and walked off. Andy slumped as far as he could his arms still being held above him by the post his wrists chaffing against the rope binding.

With a sigh Andy thought about he was going to get out of this mess. He felt the blood dripping from his head, and the pain in his ribs. Concentrate he told himself surely there must be some way.


The Morning

The next morning the orc leader approached he eyed Andy with the dried blood splattered across his face. He smelt him before he saw him. He walked up and spat into the warriors face.
“Well humie what havez we decided for you today then?” He laughed.
He heard a whistle.
He spun around to see where it had come from but saw nothing.
“Must have been de birds,” he grunted as he turned to face Andy again he raised his hand to strike Andy across the face.
From nowhere a dark figure appeared in jet black armour. The figure had a long thin blade and in one movement he took off the orcs head without a sound. Without a word he threw a black dagger above Andy’s head and he felt the ropes come free, pausing only to recover his armour and weapon Andy followed the demon.
The figure and Andy slipped out of the camp leaving the body lying where it was as the puddle of blood spread.
Once they were out of ear shot Andy said,
“What took you so bloody long?”
“Well master, you seemed to be doing so well on your own…” The voice drawled, it was like that of a whisper.
“Don’t get bloody smart with me, there is a reason you stay in horse form its more peaceful. God…. Frigging demons…. “, He growled.
The figure was none other than the demon, Valkar whom he rode, being able to take any shape it wanted. Andy had defeated it and bound it to his will; however it also had some of its own will. Its normal shape was that of the warrior it was now but Andy used it as a steed for there were none faster.
As the two figures moved off into the distance the camp soon fell from site and they could breathe easier. Andy sat down on the sand rubbing his ribs.
“Damn that hurt.” He growled. Valkar watched him silently.
“So… master where to now?” the demon hissed.
“I have been told the second item will be found in the north where the sun no longer sets as it is already rising again. I have been told that it will be found in a chest bathed in blood. Also that to open it I must spill that which I need, so barrel of laughs all round really,” Andy smiled.
“I suppose you wish for me to act as your mount again then?” the demon hissed.
With out another word, the demon turned into a blob of solid black which changed shape into that of a horse. However now the horse which earlier had appeared almost normal, save for the glowing red eyes, now had wings, Andy mounted and silently Valkar lifted into the air. Andy looked down and saw the camp where he had been held, in a panic as the orcs ran around looking for him. He saw a herd of deer of some sort grazing peacefully. Onwards they flew north. The ground raced past and soon there was nothing left of the camp. The skies grew dark and Andy silently pulled a rope from his pack, lashed it around himself and then to the saddle before promptly falling asleep.
When he woke the scenery had changed dramatically, gone were the brown grasslands now they flew between mighty glaciers of ice, with harsh stone peaks all around. They were flying down a canyon when he realised something was wrong, seconds it took before he realised the walls were closing on them. A second later they were through the canyon flying onwards. Andy pulled his cloak around him and blew into his hands which were bitterly cold. He saw small camps were men and woman walked around in clothing made entirely of furs.
“Valkar” he called.
“Yes master?”
“Have you been here before?”
“No my lord although some of my cousins once bragged they had come here for an Eskimo on a stick.”
“What?”
“What the local inhabitants are called, lord”
Andy let silence resume and soon they had passed the mountains and all that was left was white, nothing but white. Before long the sun started setting and so their flight continued however, it never became dark, the ice and snow beneath them, looking as if it was stained red. After hours of this Andy realised that the night had been and gone. He motioned Valkar to land. As they landed, Andy himself seemed to turn red. Valkar turned into his warrior form, all in black. Andy walked forward and saw nothing. Thinking of his instructions he sat there. He sat for an hour, then another and before long had fallen asleep. All the time Valkar sat watching him, a sadistic angel of death.
Andy woke and stood up he walked forward. He paused and in a single movement pulled out his sword. He placed his hand to the blade and drew the sword. Blood stuck to the blade, which he wiped with a cloth before placing back in its scabbard. The blood pooled in his hand. Without warning he threw his open palm into the air. The blood flew like dust. It seemed to be hitting something and sticking to it. Soon a large chest become visible soaked in the seeker’s blood. Andy opened the lid of the chest and winced as his injured hand came into contact. He lifted out an object wrapped in blood red silk. He opened it and held forth for the first time in a century the staff of Agra gar and ancient staff of great power.
“Look at this Valkar, this staff is as old as the history of the white Counsil itself. Carried here, by ten thousand of Agra gar’s warriors and then sealed by magic thanks to their sacrifice.”
Valkar hissed with what Andy knew to be a laugh.
“Only mortals would have ten thousand loyal men kill themselves.” He chuckled.
Andy held the staff up and examined it. It was an obsidian staff with a ring at the top. In the ring was a large ruby held in place by four spars.
As the sun shone through it a red light shone. Andy held his injured hand under the beam and before his eyes, his hand knitted up and there was left, not even a blemish.
He wrapped the staff and placed it in the pack beside the Ice orb of Anelexia. Two trials down only a few to go. As he turned Valkar was ready to go already flapping his wings. Andy jumped on and as he flew he saw the chest for the last time. Before without warning the ice cracked, and the chest fell into the sea, never to be seen again by mortals.


Andy sat upon the hill looking out into the darkness, the fog swirling around him. He had so much to do still, yet already he was missing his friends. Above all he was missing his brother knights of the Warriors of Mjolnir. I hope they have no need for me, and I hope that Ariakas and Kirby stay safe this is not a safe time.
Still looking at the darkness he collected himself and rose. The walls of the fort were coming into view as the fog lifted.
“Come Valkar.” He called and with that they headed down the rise. They slipped through a small wood there presence going unnoticed by all but the small rabbits hiding in the bushes and long grass. They spied the gateway and saw the two guards standing there looking very bored. The smell of cigarette smoke mixed with the damp of the fog drifted over. Andy pulled his cloak around him and walked out into the open. Valkar followed silently his armour jet black and his helmets shadow hiding his face.

The guards jumped as two men appeared to have popped up out of nowhere. They had been stuck out here for hours and the relief guard seemed to have not bothered to turn up. One of these men approaching was wrapped in a filthy travelling cloak while the other was pitch black and the darkness seemed to swallow him up. The guards grabbed their spears and held them ready, who would have thought it, something interesting, on their watch, instantly there anger at the relief guard evaporated.
“Hold it,” the larger of the two called.
Andy stopped where he was a few metres from the guard who had not called. The guard was now looking for the second figure but he seemed to have disappeared. Suddenly without warning a strong grip was around his neck. He could feel the air not reaching his lungs and he noticed the back creeping into his vision.
Valkar released the motionless man and he slumped to the ground unconscious. The other guard lurched round to see what was happening only to have the cloaked figures elbow smashed into the back of his head. He slumped to the ground too. The two figures walked through the gate and came into a small barracks area. With great care they moved around and walked into the main building. The corridors were lit from torches sitting in brackets on the walls. They heard someone approaching and so dived into a nearby cupboard. When the sound had died away they ventured out again. The found the stairs at the end of the corridor. Sadly it was being guarded by two knights. Andy pulled his knife and nodded to Valkar. As one they threw their weapons Andy’s knife hitting his guard in the temple, while lacking subtlety Valkar’s sword was now the only thing keeping the other guard upright, the sword having pierced the guard’s head to the wall. They moved forward Andy pulled his knife from the corpse, while Valkar removed his sword. The moved upstairs and came to a locked door. He filled up the keyhole with black powder, and then using a flint along with his knife got a spark. There was a soft, crump, noise and the locking mechanism simply fell apart. They moved inside and there upon the table was a case. Opening it he found a sword carefully wrapped in satin. He picked it up carefully viewing the gold hilt and the unmarked blade. He rewrapped it in the satin, placed it in the chest and they left without a sound. Quietly slipping back through the gates and returning up the hill from which they had started this part of the mission less than an hour before. Valkar turned into a horse and Andy jumped on and with yet another piece he set off. Not many to go now.


***Now I must point out this next extract from my journal was before the great was with Weissland. And we were still friendly with the Weisslendings.***

Andy strode forward across the dock, his companion following. The random assortment of men littered the causeway. He came to the boat he was searching for.
The Storm. Andy eyed the boat taking in its streamlined shape and the scores of young men running around on board, sorting supplies for an upcoming voyage. He strode up the gangplank and he noticed sailors eying him up, taking in his jet black cloak, concealing him. His companion accompanying him in a similar cloak although blacker, and with the hood drawn, followed his master. Andy strode up to the ships captain.
“Good mornin’ good sir, I was a wondering whether I could be a buying passage on your ship for myself and this fellow.”
The captain eyed them slowly. Again like all the men, taking in their appearance.
“Not in trouble with the law now are we lads? For I shall not be taking criminals to Weissland, I have a reputation to keep, and I shall not help criminals.”
“Nay we are but simple folk sir.” Andy said calmly.
The captain thought. Well they speak like any old lad, and this lad looks like a good guy.
“Ok sirs that will be one gold apiece.”
Andy eyed him cynically.
“Ok, ok sir, a silver shilling…” He conceded.
Andy smiled and handed over the coins.
“Thank you captain.” He smiled, making the captain feel at ease. For when you meet a man, if he is tight on money, he must be an honest fellow, for reason would have it if he wasn’t he would be rich for all the money he stole.
They walked over and stored their bags safely out of the way, these were now getting heavier as more items were being added, but the task was almost complete.

They had been sailing for several days but finally land was in sight. While many other passengers exclaimed and laughed and joked, Andy and Valkar stood in silence. The ship had barely docked before Andy and Valkar were off the ship, up the dock and had disappeared. They passed all the shops not even glancing, glanced at the fort set above the harbour. Once they were out of the town, Valkar once again became a horse, Andy climbed on and they set off. The rode into the mountains and passed into the elf realm. They approached a mighty wood. Its trees like walls themselves they were so large, this area felt like nature itself, it smelled of grasses in bloom, the pollen swirling the air in a tapestry of colour. As soon as they entered the forest, they soon got the sense of being watched. But Andy wasn’t worried; he had been given specific instructions from a heavy manuscript he had been reading. He approached a dense are of wood, on the mountainside that bordered the whole forest. He got off the horse and walked over to an odd tree. It was bent and twisted into an arch, and formed what would be a doorway, but some how the tree had seemed to extend its branches to cover the gap in severe thorns. Then doing what the manuscript had said, he began singing, in a gentle harmony, the words seeming to be burned into his memory and begging to be released in this place.
The song was not in high speech, nor was it in common; this was the language of the ancients. The so called lost language, for few spoke it.

Adae hae, ell, aloa
Gee darakan ell afrai
Garn bo sahl frea dala
Morn a a lor a lae lo

Adae hae, tae ell, aloa
Gee darakan ra sata ell afrai
Garn bo sahl frea dala
Morn a a lor for a a lae lo
Ehl lo sal e lo se se ma ma mo hey.

The words had a magical effect on the branches they opened like a stage curtain and Andy and Valkar walked through. What met them must have been a shock for someone. Not Andy for he was ready, not Valkar, he had decided long ago not to bother pretending to have emotions. But the elves, who were working before him, were stunned.
A group of armed elves in full armour approached.
“Who are ye? how come ye in our lands?” The leader asked shocked.
Andy bowed.
“I have come for you to fulfil your debt to the heroes of the north.” He said calmly with a steely voice.
The elves in the background started chattering excitedly.
“But none of the line has come for many years.” The leader said, visibly shaken.
“Indeed do the Weisslenders even know of your secret hold?” Andy asked cheerfully, knowing full well this was the elves most closely guarded secrets.
“I shall take you to the lord.” The elf said quietly.

Standing before the lord, was like standing before an ancient tree itself, he was so old even by elf standards. He was a gnarled elf, with white hair to his knees and a beard to his waist. He used a staff to stand at all, this however was sitting beside his throne.
He stared hard at Andy.
“So one has finally come, for the debt, to be repaid,” He said calmly. “ I was there when it was made, at the time a young thing of merely 800, but none who were there are alive now apart from me, all dying of old age, such is the beauty of mortal men.” He smiled.
“What do you ask of us, for I remember well, the pact sealed with this bodies own blood was whatever you should ask for, would be repaid.”
Andy opened the two bags and laid the sword, the staff and the orb on the grass.
“By the vow you yourself made with thy own flesh, to take these items and forge a weapon so great that it shall require the blessing of the entire court, before it shall be used, shall the weapon be so great.” Andy said with determination, and an inner fire, burst out.
“And what shall these be bound with?” asked the wise old elf, knowing already the answer.
“With a small amount of the very material the debt was made for.” Andy said smiling.

The elf came forward using his staff, while in his other hand he carried the great sceptre of justice.
“Made by the best blacksmiths of my realm,” he whispered as he handed it over.
The blade of the sword had been taken and the hilt had been removed with great skill, it was joined in a lattice of crystal, which held the orb of Anelexia, and the crystal carried on and joined this to the staff of Agra gar, the crystal running around it like a snake, twining these three items of power into the greatest force ever created. The crystal ore, had never been used correctly in the White realm, only this small group of master elf blacksmiths knowing how to prepare it properly into a material resembling the most fabulous silver although it was stronger than the mountains themselves.
“Thank you my lord, I relinquish your debt, you owe nought to the white realm any longer, may you continue to live as mightily as ever. Also fear not, the only record of how to get into this place shall die with me. The book has been destroyed. These were the wishes of my lord, Sunnycool.” He bowed.
The lord smiled looking at peace, and relieved.
Andy walked out and boarded the ship back to Ostin. On arriving he raced on Valkar, to the white city, bursting through the gates and flashing along the streets, his sight a mere black flash. He strode through the halls, and walked into the throne room, the Lord had been in a meeting with Ariakas. They both stared in shock at the scarred, dirty, figure before them. Who dropped to his knee before Sunnycool and laid the blade open across his hands, waiting for the Lord to do something, anything. Ariakas stared in shock. So did Sunnycool before gently taking the staff and then he himself got to his knees and placed his hand on Andy’s shoulder and said, “Thank you my friend.”


This was all based around a site called the white counsil, where I got the names for the characters and my inspiration, they have a forum called FHAG (for honour and glory ) which is completelly based around writing fictional work in theme with it, its really good.