The party rides on, still some five to six hours behind my father, King Elias.
We’re in an area that I have not traveled in before, called the ‘Harkhorn Wood’.
It consists of extremely high, dark green needled trees, and large batches of boulders from time to time. But the path is clear enough, and looks to be used quite frequently.
Iliad is riding behind me, studying his book, trying to determine his path of magic… Captain Riotch and two of his King’s Elite Archers riding in the rear, one Elite Archer to my left and right, and two riding in front. Meanwhile Samyth, the Lamelon Warrior, has decided to ride along side me.
And Hemmingbyrds Spyr Bird sits upon my left shoulder. He is fairly large, and surprising lite.
“So you’re the daughter of Elias… Returned from the other plane, eh?” asks Samyth.
“Something like that,” Agatha replies.
Iliad takes note of Samyth’s talking to Agatha, but goes back to his reading.
“I do not mean to offend you my Lady…” he continues.
“No offense taken,” Agatha replies.
“I hear that you are formidable in combat,” he adds.
“Well… I do not know how I compare to one the likes of you, or your Lamelon brothers and sisters,” speaks Agatha.
“Ha… Brothers… We have no female warriors,” replies Samyth with a slight sneer.
Agatha ignores him.
But he is persistent. “Is it also true that your hair turns black in battle, and your eyes glow a brighter blue?”
“What of it?” replies Agatha, starting to get slightly annoyed by his pestering.
“Oh… Nothing… It is merely what I’ve heard,” finishes Samyth, detecting that he has agitated her.
“Very odd…” suddenly speaks Iliad from behind them.
Agatha looks back to see Iliad calling forth some purple lightning, in the form of an eight inch in diameter sphere.
“What is it Iliad?” inquires Agatha.
“We’re being tracked…” replies Iliad without looking away from the sphere.
Samyth reacts immediately, “Give me a couple of your Archers, and we’ll put an end to them!”
“You’re not taking my Archers,” replies Captain Riotch, who has ridden up to Iliad’s side.
SQUAH! suddenly squawks Hemmingbyrd’s Spyre bird, Mondo Gue.
Iliad looks up at the bird, “Let him go… He’ll find out the truth.”
Agatha looks at Mondo Gue, reluctant to send him.
“Send a damn bird to do a man’s job?” inserts Samyth.
“Oh gee, this should be fun,” speaks Iliad under his breath.
Agatha looks back at Iliad, then Captain Riotch, then back at Mondo Gue.
“Go on Mondo Gue… Seek the truth,” speaks Agatha, and the bird flies up into the sky in a blaze of white light.
We were a small group, and we were traveling some six hours behind My Father, King Elias, and his men.
It was Me, Iliad, Captain Riotch, six of the King’s Elite Archers, and now Samyth, the Lamelon Warrior from the East.
Oh, and I mustn’t forget Mondo Gue… Hemmingbyrd’s mysterious white bird, which shows up from time to time, and lands on my right arm.
“Spyr Bird,” Iliad suddenly says to Agatha, as he rides along on his white horse, his head in his book as he rides.
“Spyre Bird?” Agatha replies.
Iliad lowers his book and looks at Agatha, “It says here that a wizard of great age, which Hemmingbyrd is, is often known to take on a Spyre Bird as an ally, and servant,” he explains.
“I see,” Agatha replies, not really knowing what to say.
“You wizards, and your magic… You might try picking up a blade some time, and seeing how that works for yah,” suddenly says Samyth, as he rides up beside Agatha and Iliad.
“Hmmph,” replies Iliad, and his nose goes back in his book.
Agatha notices that Captain Riotch has placed the six King’s Elite Archers in a circle around Agatha and Iliad, while Captain Riotch brings up the rear.
Agatha laughs to herself.
“What is it?” inquires Samyth.
“It’s just… Even with all the known tales of my abilities in Ordose form, men still seem to feel that they must ‘protect’ the female,” she explains with a further laugh and smile.
Samyth takes note of the Archers positions, “I think he might be the one they’re protecting,” with this he points at Iliad, and they both laugh.
“Ha, Ha… Very funny…” Iliad says as he looks out from behind his book once more.
“I am, after all, a wizard you know…” he says with a sneer.
“Sure you are lad… Sure you are,” Samyth says with a smirk, and rides up to the front of the party.
Iliad pretends not to be bothered, but looks over at Agatha anyway, who has become more serious.
“I believe you’re a wizard Iliad… I always have,” she says with a smile.
Iliad starts to smile, but quickly tucks his head back in his book.
100 YARDS OFF TO THE EAST
Meanwhile, 10 black cloaked assassins ride parallel to Agatha’s party, lead by the assassin who stabbed Hemingbyrd.
Outside the gates of Sthorn Light Castle, King Elias stands besides his white steed, Coran, and speaks to his daughter Agatha.
Also outside the gates are Prince Morr, 20 Sthorn Archers, and 10 of the King’s Elite Guard.
The King is wearing golden red armor, that appears almost to have moving fire within its metal.
And his sword’s handle almost seems to have a white glow.
“And so no sooner than you have returned, I am departing,” he says to Agatha as he kisses her cheek.
She in turn holds him tightly.
“I’m beginning to feel as though I’ve lived here father… Like Agamemnon told me, this place was once my home,” she says with tears coming to her eyes.
“It does my heart well to hear it,” he says as he mounts Coran. “Still, I wish I could have spent some more time with you.”
“It’s alright father… It is what it is to be King,” she replies looking up at him upon his horse, and holding onto one of his hands.
“True indeed. And good that you know this already… As someday it will be you that rules Sthorn,” he adds. “I leave you in command of Sthorn Light Castle, and the Kingdom of Sthorn.” he says as he turns his horse away. “Guard it well,” are his last words as he rides off, his men following in tow.
“I shall father,” Agatha replies.
Her eyes than lock with Prince Morr’s, who bows slightly, and rides off.
HEMMINGBYRD’S TOWER CHAMBERS
The Blue Wizard Hemmingbyrd sits in a chair, looking out his window, with his white bird Monto Gue on his arm.
Iliad comes in, holding a large dark blue velvet covered book under his arms.
“You called my Lord,” speaks Iliad.
Hemmingbyrd sends his bird out the window, and turns towards Iliad.
“Oh good… Come, sit, sit,” he says, and Iliad sits in the nearby chair.
“I see you’ve found the book of Lomahy, studying it?” he asks.
“Yes my Lord, as you have suggested,” Iliad replies.
“And?” asks Hemmingbyrd.
“It is… Amazing,” replies Iliad with a half smile.
Hemmingbyrd smiles with relieved satisfaction “Good… Good.”
Hemmingbyrd then weakly rises, and makes for his bed.
Iliad assists him.
Once under his blanks, he speaks more “And have you chosen your school of magic?”
“Not as of yet… But I will most hastily, I promise,” replies Iliad.
“Good… Good. As a Common Mage you will only be so powerful. And should you run into the one who ordered this,” Hemmingbyrd points towards the wound on his side, “They will be much too powerful for you.”
“I see,” replies Iliad.
“This is why you must choose quickly, and begin your focused study,” continues Hemmingbyrd, whose eyes then begin to close, as he suddenly requires rest.
Iliad starts to stand, but Hemmingbyrd grabs his arm “Choose wisely Iliad! Let not your ego misguide you.”
Iliad pats Hemmingbyrd’s hand “I shall choose wisely… Old one, ” and with this they both laugh a bit, then Hemmingbyrd falls to sleep.
OUTSIDE THE CASTLE GATES
Agatha, after watching her father and his men ride off, sits outside the castle pensively, sitting upon a large rock… But just as she rises, and walks back towards the castle, she hears a horse approaching.
She turns to see a golden warrior, dark brown caped, with shoulder length sandy blond hair.
He raises his hand in greetings as he approaches, and brings his horse to a halt, “Greetings from the Warriors of Lamelon… I am Samyth… I’ve come to aid you in your quest,” he speaks with a green eyed twinkle in his eyes.
Just then Hemmingbyrd’s white bird Mondo Gue swoops down in a blaze of white light, and lands upon Agatha’s arm.
“Aye… This is the bird that has requested our coming,” finishes the warrior.
Ok, so as I ‘Trudge’ My way through Applying some of My Friend’s Grammar, and Line Editing Notes to My “Chess With Agatha” Manuscript… I find myself constantly changing which Pandora Station that I listen to…
I ended up landing on My “Arabian Nights Radio” (Check it out if you like Animated Movies Etc.), and This Song Came on, and made me feel a bit better about what I’m doing, Lol… And I don’t know why (Though I have always Liked this Song, Lol)
I spoke to an Editor that I’d really like to work with…
But as I figured, it will likely cost three times as much to Edit “Chess With Agatha“, as it did with “I Died Once“.
Mainly because it’s just a Longer Book.
So what I’m doing now is continuing to Apply the Grammar/Line Edits of my Friend Beth, which she finished back in November.
With the Hopes to make Editing My Manuscript all that Easier, and Less Time Consuming for My Editor.
In addition to that, I will be trying to figure out ways to generate funds so that I can Hire My Editor.
Like I’ve mentioned, My Kickstarter Editing Funding Project was Successful for My Novella “I Died Once”, but my Second one was not Successful.
And so, this is the Current Challenge.
But, I’m alright with that/this… As last year went so well in regards to Writing, and Self Publishing, and with “Chess With Agatha”, I’m taking it to a whole new level.
Mainly because it’s a Longer Book, but also because I’ll be Including a Short Synopsis of the Story on the Back Cover, and will also need to Generate a Map of the Land, which will be included in the book as well… As is common in Fantasy Novels.
This will take an Artist of some sort, and I have yet to acquire one, but I will continue to work away at it.
With any luck, and a bunch of work, I’m still hoping to Self Publish “Chess With Agatha” within the Month of February.
Meanwhile, as planned, I have begun Writing the 2nd Book in the “Planes of Ordose” Trilogy (The First Being “Chess With Agatha”), “Iliad“, which is flowing quite well.
I know it would probably be easier if I could just Edit My Own Books, but alas, it really isn’t my forte.
I shall continue to Update you My Followers, and/or Fellow Artists, as I progress.
Thanks for Listening/Reading
DarkJade-
*P.S. All of this is kind of pushing My “Allure” Vampire Novella Series off a bit, but once I get the Editing Figured out for “Chess With Agatha”, I shall move forward with “Allure”.
Hemmingbyrd is laying in bed, resting… He still looks rather pale.
Iliad, and Agatha stand before him, and Prince Morr is standing by the entrance.
“It’s good to see you Agatha” speaks Hemmingbyrd.
She replies with a smile.
“But… Why am I here Hemmingbyrd? I am but a King’s Fool?” says Iliad.
“Enough of all that… You know that is far from true,” replies Hemmingbyrd.
Suddenly Iliad gets a knowing look in his eyes.
“Have you chosen your school of magic?” inquires Hemmingbyrd.
“You knew” replies Iliad.
Hemmingbyrd smiles proudly.
“That’s why you made me the Kings’ Jester when I was a boy” continues Iliad.
“A little humility never hurts a Wizard” replies Hemmingbyrd.
“You brought me here to replace you…” Iliad inserts.
“Not immediately… But someday… Yes” replies Hemmingbyrd.
“I am after all, 513 years old, I’ve only got a couple hundred years left, at best… And the Kingdom of Sthorn, gods allowing, will continue to need magic within its walls” concludes Hemmingbyrd.
“But I’m no Wizard…” replies Iliad.
“But you are… You already are” replies Hemmingbyrd.
“That’s why I could understand your silly, strange words” says Iliad.
“Only strange to those that do not have magic running through their veins” replies Hemmingbyrd.
“But Agatha?” says Iliad.
“Can understand some of them… Yes” replies Hemmingbyrd.
“So she?” questions Iliad.
“Yes… She definitely has magic with her… But you know this Iliad… You’ve seen what she can do,” replies Hemmingbyrd.
“There are many things that you know and disregard as roaming thoughts,” continues Hemmingbyrd.
“Well I,” Iliad begins.
“Are wise Iliad… Very, very wise,” interjects Hemmingbyrd.
Iliad blushes a bit, and Agatha lightly hits his shoulder.
“One might say, almost as wise as I…” continues Hemmingbyrd.
“No…” replies Iliad.
“And yet, you are 484 years younger” finishes Hemmingbyrd.
“I could never” starts Iliad but Hemmingbyrd interrupts again.
“We our an evolving race, just like these mortals,” continues Hemmingbyrd.
“They’re evolving?” questions Iliad with a smile.
HA! HA! they all start to laugh.
“Agatha!” suddenly the warm voice of King Elias comes from the behind them, and Agatha runs into her father’s arms…
“Father!” she says.
King Elias strokes his daughter’s hair “Oh my girl… I am so glad to see you” he tears up “you have no idea.”
Iliad then leans over and whispers to Hemmingbyrd “Have you determined how much longer you live?”
“Indeed… Give or take a few years” replies Hemmingbyrd.
“And this” Iliad points at Hemmingbyrd’s knife wound, which is bandaged.
“Well… I’m sure it doesn’t help… But it wasn’t meant to kill me, only weaken me temporarily, as well as send you a message to come I suspect” explains Hemmingbyrd.
“A message for me to come?” questions Iliad.
“Never mind that for now… Either way, I will not be able to accompany you and Agatha to Zor Thos’s Kingdom to the West” says Hemmingbyrd.
“I shall go myself to Zor Thos” suddenly interjects the King.
“Who is Zor Thos?” Agatha leans back and asks Morr.
“He is the King of the Giants of Fire” replies Morr quietly.
“My lord” starts Hemmingbyrd, but Elias stops him.
“I am the King of Sthorn… And you have swore that our kingdom shall speak to Zor Thos… It’s only befitting that it is I that goes” he continues.
“Very well my lord… But then I insist that Prince Morr, and at lest 50 of our strongest Sthorn Knights accompany you,” says Hemmingbyrd, who is starting to look a bit weak.
Suddenly the king’s doctor comes into the room “He really must rest my king,” he speaks.
“Very well… I shall prepare for our journey” speaks the king who touches Agatha’s face, then nods to Prince Morr, who accompanies him out of the room.
“Just give us a minute more doctor” Hemmingbyrd says to the doctor, who nods, and leaves.
“Iliad… Go to my chambers and find the ‘Book of Lomahy’… You must study it like there is no tomorrow” speaks Hemmingbyrd, who nods, and leaves the chamber as well… Leaving only Agatha and Hemmingbyrd in the room.
“Come here my sweet” Hemmingbyrd speaks gesturing her to come closer…
With this she slides a chair up to the bed, and takes one of Hemmingbyrd’s hands.
“Agatha… You, Iliad and Captain Riotch will follow your father from afar,” he says.
“But the King?” she replies.
“Must not know… Though he’s liable to figure it out, he will not say a word… He knows that I know best in these sort of matters” he explains.
“But… Why?” questions Agatha.
“The kingdom, and Plane of Ordose itself, is in great danger,” explains Hemmingbyrd.
“From who?” she replies.
“Never mind that… In addition to Iliad, and Caption Riotch, I want you to take my Spyr Bird, Monto Gue” with this Hemmingbyrd holds out his arm, and in through the chamber window flies Hemmingbyrd’s Spyr Bird, Monto Gue… A trail of white light trailing behind it, it instead lands on Agatha’s arm.
Hemmingbyrd smiles “He likes you already.”
“You must protect him Agatha… And protect Iliad too, though he must also protect you” continues Hemmingbyrd.
Angly awakes in a sweat, his eyes glowing slightly light blue for a moment.
Agatha storms into the room
“What is it Angly?” she speaks.
Angly looks over at Agatha “How did you know I was awake?”
Agatha, only half awake, replies “I… I don’t know.”
THE ORDOSE PLANE
Hemmingbyrd’s eyes slowly start to open, as he hears the sounds of horse hooves.
CLIP CLOP CLIP CLOP
It is still night, but nearing sunrise, as Hemmingbyrd looks around to see that he is being pulled on some sort of thrown together med stretcher, by what appears to be 10 of King Elias Sthorn Elite Knights, lead by Captain Riotch.
Captain Riotch is a strong looking man in his mid, to late twenties… His hair is about cheek length, and blond.
Under his right eyes is a two inch scar… A blade shot that nearly took his eye.
Nearly.
“What… What’s going on?” speaks Hemmingbyrd who feels quite weak.
Captain Riotch slows his horse so that he is now riding besides Hemmingybyrd.
“Good morning Wizard… We found you stabbed, and bleeding by your campfire” Captain Riotch explains.
He then pulls out the dagger that had stabbed the Hemmingbyrd, which has been carefully wrapped in a thick leather cloth.
“And this” continues Roitch.
“I…” Hemmingbyrd starts to say, then passes out.
CASTLE STHORN
6 HOURS LATER
HEMMINGBYRD’S TOWER CHAMBERS
Prince Morr is sitting, sleeping in a chair some eight or so feet away from Hemmingbyrd’s bed.
Hemmingbyrd slowly awakens, and looks most pale.
When he awakes, his lavendar eyes go a bit dark again.
“Morr…” he says, which wakes Prince Morr.
“Take me to Iliad’s tower chambers immediately!” he says.
ILIAD’S TOWER CHAMBERS
Morr enters the chambers with Hemmingbyrd, who is using the great, white Jundo Staff to keep upright.
But he is very weak.
Two knights have also entered the chamber, and one of them is carrying the black box that contains ‘Iliad’s Ashes’.
Within the chamber the blue fire and light portal, full of lightning and thunder, is still present, and glowing.
CRACK KOOM! crashes the thunder from within it.
Hemmingbyrd, who is starting to sweat, and barely able to speak, speaks none the less “Give me the box” he says.
The knight hands Hemmingbyrd the box, and he in turn opens it.
Within it are the red and gold yellow ashes of Iliad.
He then speaks a few words “Obdo… Maryus… Cepto,” and tosses some of the ashes onto the portal, which causes it to CRACK KOOM! crack more thunderously, and shift colors from blue, to a red and golden yellow.
Hemmingbyrd then falls to the floor, unconscious.
Morr is quickly at his side “RETURN HIM TO HIS CHAMBERS AT ONCE!” he bellows as the two knights pick up Hemmingbyrd, and carry him out of the chamber.
Leaving Prince Morr staring at the stirring great magical red and yellow portal.
“What is he doing…” he says to himself lowly, then leaves the chambers.
EARTH PLANE
ANGLY’S BEDROOM
Angly, Brimlo, Agatha and Agamemnon all stand around a red circle that Angly has drawn on the wood floor.
Angly is pacing around, looking, and flipping through one of his magic books.
“Ok… Ok… The next thing we must do is…” he speaks to himself.
Meanwhile Agamemnon is looking over at Agatha, who notes this.
“What is it father?” she speaks to him telepathically.
He simply shakes his head, indicating it is nothing.
Just then he takes a black pouch out of his side pocket, and tosses it to Angly
“Try this,” he says.
Angley looks at Agamemnon, then into the bag.
“Magic dust” he speaks, then starts to add marking to the red circle, but these markings are a blue silver from the dust.
He then stands, and opens the book again.
“Ok… Lets do this” he says.
“Obdo… Maryus… Cepto,” he speaks the same words that Hemmingbyrd had used before passing out, and suddenly…
CRACK KOOM! a red yellow portal of fire and light appears them… some five to six foot tall, fluctuating in size.
“My words… It worked” speaks Angly with a slight smile.
“Enter it Angly… And take Agatha… But know you this, you may never return to the Earth Plane” speaks Agamemnon.
“What?! Nether of us?” questions Angly.
“No… Only you… Now go… And take care of my daughter” speaks Agamemnon.
“What about me?” asks Brimlo, but Agamemnon shakes his head indicating it isn’t possible.
Agatha quickly grabs onto her father and hugs him.
“I love you father!” she says.
“I know girl… Now go” he says as he strokes her hair.
CRACK KOOM! sounds the portal, filling the room with sound.
“ARE YOU READY?” yells Angly.
Agatha nods, and the both leap into the portal…
THE ORDOSE PLANE
ILIAD’S TOWER CHAMBERS
CRACK KOOM!
Suddenly from out of the yellow and red portal comes not ‘Angly’, but Iliad… His blond haired, wirey form, and friendly looking self… And Agatha right behind him.
“Iliad?” Agatha speaks.
And Iliad runs over to his dresser mirror, and touches his face.
“I am myself again… I am Iliad!” he speaks.
“HOLD THERE!” suddenly the two knights that were guarding the chamber enter, their swords drawn.
Prince Morr then enters between them, and can’t help but smile widely.
“Agatha? Iliad?!” he exclaims.
Agatha can’t help but smile either, and runs to Morr’s arms “Morr!”
Meanwhile Iliad is looking through his drawers, “All that are here are ‘Fools’ clothing, haven’t you something more appropriate to a Wizard?” he asks.
HA HA HA! both Agatha and Morr break into laughter.
CLIP CLOP CLIP CLOP is all that can be heard as The Blue Wizard Hemmingbyrd winds his way down through the Valley of Prare upon his trusty steed Sindin, heading home to Sthorn, and the safety of the Sthorn Light Castle.
When dark comes, he creates a fire, and begins to fashion a letter that he shall send ahead to King Elias.
THE LETTER
My King,
I shan’t bore you with all the details of the meeting…
Suffice it to say, the Cyclops are requesting that they be allowed to extend their boundaries beyond the borders of The Crags Of Wardonby.
This would mean that they would be allowed within the borders of 20 some odd cities, town and villages, directly on the outskirts of their land.
Something that would have never been allowed 200 plus years ago.
But, 200 years have passed since the ‘Treaties Of Du Mon Reale’, with barely a rule, or law broken.
And thus time would dictate that they have in fact earned this request.
Sadly, once a few of their witless rogue hunters swallow a few villagers whole, those hard earned ‘rights’ will be snatched right back from them, should the council approve their request.
None the less, this new request must be seriously considered…
And is likely to pass.
I, in behalf of you, and the Kingdom of Sthorn, have given it my vote of approval… Along with the likes of the Northern Elves, The Warrior’s of Lamelon, and even the Ice Giants, and their King, Ra Su Beon.
Either way, we the Council must seek out the approval of The Giant’s of Fire, which I told the Council The Kingdom of Sthorn would do… I hope that, that was alright, I’m sure that it is.
This in itself will be a bit challenging…
As the Giants of Fire have requested for some 50 plus years to extend the borders of their firey mountain regions, to no avail.
However, where they do inhabit, none other can, due to the sheer heat and smoke filled air that follows them.
And thus, they are not merely asking for more land to travel to, but rather they are asking that the extended lands, in fact, be theirs hence forth.
Though they say it is no fault of their own that the land changes form upon their arrival.
Be that as it may, the extending of their lands, would in fact mean taking land from other sorts of people, or humanoids.
None the less, they are still likely to be difficult to convince in regards to extending the borders of the Cyclops.
I Hope This Letter Finds You Well My Lord,
Your Humble Servant,
The Blue Wizard Hemmingbyrd-
With the completion of the letter, Hemmingbyrd rolls up the parchment, and seals it with his signet ring.
He then stands, and begins to speak some magical words.
“Emtho”
“Ryant”
“Indo”
And with a flash, and flare of white fire, a white eagle like bird, some three foot in height, appears upon his right arm.
“Hello Monto Gue” he speaks to the bird, as he scratches it under its neck.
Suddenly Hemmingbyrd’s lavender eyes darken, and his camp fire turns from orange, to blood red, casting a horrific glow around his campsite.
Just then a young, dark haired woman, dressed in skin tight, all black, Sorceress’s attire, steps into the light.
She is truly beautiful, and yet bears unusual eyes, one black colored, the other yellow, and glowing.
“Ravum…” states Hemmingbyrd, his eyes still dark.
“It’s been too long… Blue Wizard” she speaks as she slowly starts to circle Hemmingbyrd.
“Why have you come here… Why are you not sleeping” speaks Hemmingbyrd.
Meanwhile his unusual white bird, Monto Gue seems a bit uneasy… And makes almost inaudible chirps, sensing his master’s tension.
“Lets just say… A dear friend has awoken me” she replies in almost a hiss.
“Your charms won’t work on me woman” speaks Hemmingbyrd, responding to the tone in her voice.
“Maybe not” she replies.
Suddenly Hemmingbyrd’s face looks of someone whose ‘mind’s light’ has just come on.
“Eldon the Black” he says speaking very lowly.
“Very good Wizard… You have not lost your touch” she says as she comes to a stand still across the fire from him.
“Nor shall I” Hemmingbyrd replies, and just as he does he feels a sudden sharp pain in his side…
That of an assassin’s dagger, and just as he does he reaches behind him grabbing the hand of the assassin…
His eyes glowing a dark purple “I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING!” he says to the darkly hooded assassin.
“SYM LEE!” he then speaks, creating a blow back spell in a great burst of green light, blowing the assassin some 40 feet back, causing the dagger to come out and fall to the ground.
Hemmingbyrd then falls to one knee, head down, holding his side… And his white bird Monto Gue flies off in a souring light of white.
Ravum, who has enveloped herself in the red fire in order to avoid the effects of the blow back spell, notes the birds departure.
“KILL THE BIRD!” she yells, and the dazed assassin, draws an arrow from his back, and lets loose a shot… To no avail.
“Until we meet again… Old friend” speaks Ravum, who steps back into the darkness, and the fire turns normal again.
Hemminbyrd, bleary eyed from whatever was on the end of the dagger, watches as the assassin also disappears into the shadows.
Agatha and Brimlo are standing atop an abandoned building in an Industrial Park.
Agatha’s shoulder length, golden white hair is tied into a braid, and each of them is holding a sword, Brimlo’s is two handed, and Agatha’s is shorter, and one handed.
Meanwhile Angly is sitting nearby, his face buried in one of his ‘mysterious’ books.
“Are you ready” bellows Brimlo, as he readies himself to attack Agatha, who is standing some 30 feet away.
“Uh… I believe so… But remember, I am not that fierce, dark haired warrior that I would be on Ordose” she says with a fairly desperate tone in her voice.
With this Brimlo smerks a bit, his blue eyes glimmering from underneath his long red hair.
“Sure you are…” he says, and then comes at her.
Agatha positions herself as he has taught her, but still seeing the large bearded form of Brimlo running at her, is quite unnerving.
“AHHHH!! DEFEND YOURSELF!!” he yells as he barrels down upon her.
Just as he is about to strike her fairly trembling sword…
“Eas Eten” speaks Angly, and suddenly a red swirling tentacle of fire reaches out, grabs Brimlo by his boots, and hangs him upside down before Agatha… Whose eyes are closed.
“AHH! WHAT WHICHERY IS THIS!” Brimlo yells, causing Agatha to open her eyes to see him hanging upside down before her, held by that same fiery tentacle.
“Great Scott!” says Agatha, which finally causes Angly to raise his eyes from his book.
“Oh… My…” he says, his eyes bulging out of his head.
“ILIAD! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!” suddenly comes the strong voice of Agamemnon, who appears in his long black coat wearing, cherry wood cane bearing, serious visaged form, speaking directly at Angly.
“Oopps” Angly replies, and suddenly the fiery tentacle dissipates, and Brimlo falls to the ground.
CLANK! his sword striking the ground first.
THUMP! followed closely by his large form.
“I knew those books you read had to do with magic” speaks Agatha.
AN HOUR LATER
AGAMEMNON AND AGATHA’S HOME
Angly is sitting at the dining room table, his head down, as Agamemnon paces loudly back and forth in front of the table not knowing exactly what to say.
Meanwhile Agatha is bringing all of them drinks, and Brimlo is in the living room, putting away his, and Agatha’s swords in a large black trunk.
“I don’t know where to begin Angly…” speaks Agamemnon in a huff.
“I thought magic couldn’t work, or didn’t exist on this plane? And when did you start being able to cast spells Angly?” speaks Agatha as she sits the four drinks down, and sits directly across from Angly.
“Thank you” Brimlo speaks as he reaches over her shoulder, takes his drink, and makes his way into the kitchen where he starts to make them burgers for dinner.
“Uhh” Angly starts to reply, as he looks up at Agatha, but not before Agamemnon interrupts first.
“It’s not supposed to… I mean… It never does… I mean” he spats, as he appears to be a tad bit baffled.
“There’s a lot of things that should, and should not happen between the planes my lady… Like why am I still a werewolf on this plane, when on Ordose the only reason that I was, was because I was under a curse… Should not the effects of the curse gone away when I died, and crossed over to the Earth plane?” interjects Brimlo, who is then targeted by a very intense glance from Agamemnon.
Seeing this, Brimlo hushes up, and goes about his cooking, which also includes throwing some frozen fries into the oven.
“Unless…” suddenly speaks Agamemnon, which gets Angly’s attention immediately…
Agamemnon goes to his room and retrieves a large black and purple velvet covered book.
He then sits down at the table beside Angly.
“I’m sorry Agamemnon… I really didn’t think” Angly tries to explain, but is interrupted once more by Agamemnon who pokes his pointing finger at a specific page.
“Here… Angly… Read this” he says and slides the book over to him.
The book itself is in an utterly unreadable language, unless you understand the language of magic, which Angly does.
“It says… If a portal is left open from one plane, to another, than cases of magic have been known to occur within planes of none magic” with this he looks up at Agamemnon.
“Which means” interjects Agatha, but she is than interrupted as well.
“There’s a portal open between the Earth, and Ordose plane,” speaks Brimlo as he sits down buns and condiments on the table, which is when Agatha notices that Brimlo is wearing an apron with a large cartoon frog on it.
“Where did you get that apron Brimlo?” she speaks, which seems to annoy Brimlo.
“Never you mind, dinner will be ready soon” he replies as he goes back into the kitchen.
“But why would there be a plane open?” suddenly speaks Angly.
Iliad
