Warriors Of Light – The Kingdom Of Tyr
Warriors of Light – The Kingdom of Tyr
As the Party, Chemney, Odle, Vyle and Sparen (Last Shown In Episode VI) continued across the Southern Planes of the Mountain Region of the North Lands, they came across a couple Gnolls here and there…
Nothing too threatening, though being Chaotic Evil Beings, one would have thought they would attack the Party anyway…
But they did not.
“So once we reach these White Orcs, what is it we plan on doing exactly?” questioned Odle as he ate upon a large roasted bird leg.
“Our Grey Ring Order has requested that we visit the Kingdom of Tyr, and speak to it’s King, to determine what their defensive, or offensive measures are in regards to the rise of Kor…” replies Chemney.
“Do you really think the King of Tyr will see a group of wondering Clerics, and they’re Mercenaries?” earnestly questioned Sparen.
Being a friendly Mage, Sparen is quite inquisitive.
Vyle, however, struck Sparen’s shoulder lightly, as if to say, “We’re not paid to think…”
Sparen merely smiled in her direction in a “Actually as a Mage, I am” way.
Her attention then returned to Chemney, her dark brown eyes, soft black hair, and soothing voice inadvertently drawing the poor clumsy Cleric in.
“Well… I… I can not say… But it is the duty that has been thrust upon us, and we shall answer,” he replied in an energized, convicted fashion.
“Hmm… Exciting,” replied Sparen.
Vyle merely shook her head at the young Mage’s innocently fascinated disposition.
Vyle on the other hand, was much more cynical, and pessimistic about… all things really.
“Look there!” suddenly proclaimed Sparen, as she pointed high in the sky!
Above was a Great White Owl, simply monstrous in comparison to most…
“It’s a good omen,” spoke Sparen excitedly, as she opened her traveling journal and quickly jotted down several descriptive words.
Such as wondrous… And magnificent.
Vyle merely grumbled and road up ahead of the Party.
Meanwhile, Odle, having finished his bird, tossed the bone, looked back at Sparen, and then to Chemney.
“She’s a bit batty, aint she…”
Chemney smiled slightly, and held his finger to his mouth, as if telling him to stay quiet on the matter.
“You’re just afraid of magic,” Vyle then grumpily spoke back at Odle.
“I ain’t afraid of nuthen,” grumbled Odle, as he drank down some wine from his wine skin.
“I’m sure it will follow us all the way to The Kingdom Of Tyr’s outer walls! All is well I say, all is well…” spoke the young Sparen oh so pleased.
Soon they had reached the Hills south of the Kingdom of Tyr, and were only a hand full of days from their destination.
Along the first day they came across many herds of local animals, but all and all, the day went well…
…then came the second day
Chemney, Odle, Vyle and Sparen all sat on their mounts a top a high hill… In the distance they could not believe what they saw…
Cries let out from a herd of animals as a 15′ Frost Giant hurled his great axe upon them… More for his own pleasure than for food.
His skin was a hardened, snow white, and his hair was river blue, with traces of black.
The Party was paralyzed…
“Has he seen us?” spoke Chemney without meaning to.
“Not likely, or he’d be upon us,” replied Vyle.
‘I’m not afraid of a Giant…” spoke Odle.
“I should distract him, while the rest of you make your way around him,” spoke Sparen courageously, as she stared at the Giant with wonderment, and apprehension.
“It’s too late…” suddenly spoke Vyle as the Frost Giant picked up a sheep, and hurled into the air striking the ground before them, killing it.
“YOU WILL PERISH!” bellowed the Giant.