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The Paladin – Man Down

Posted in Blog Series, Knights, Story, The Paladin with tags , , , on June 20, 2015 by darkjade68

elvenThe Paladin

by dArKjAdE

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

“So Shadow…”

“So… So… Shadow”


Joro, Shaylyr, Nyn, Zara and Truer are all at their camp.

“Doren and Brisk Leaf should be back by now…” speaks Truer.

Just then, Brisk Leaf enters the camp, sets his long ash bow down, and sits at the fire.

“Here…” Zara hands Brisk Leaf a wineskin of water, and a stick with animal freshly cooked upon it.

“Thank you Knight…” he replies, Zara nods and continues to cook another for Doren, who has yet to show up.

“Doren?” Brisk suddenly asks.

Truer shakes his head.

“We must find him at once…” speaks Shaylyr who stands suddenly, his silver, white armour gleaming, and yellow tabard flapping in the slight post sunset breeze.

“No need for that…” Doren suddenly appears, and speaks.

He then sits at the fire, where Zara gives him a stick of cooked animal and a wineskin of water as well.

“Thank you woman…” he speaks.

With this Zara starts for her sword, but Nyn grabs her hand, and shakes his head at her.

Shaylyr sits, “Good to see you Doren… Brisk Leaf… Now a report is in order.”

Truer, Doren and Brisk Leaf go on to explain how a Magic Wielder by the name of Yo Pre Ghado, camps with 60 Dark Warriors, and enlists a small party of Trolls… And how General Zai Zai Qed will be there by nightfall.

“Very good… What is our plan?” speaks the Paladin, and Joro and Nyn smile slightly at Shaylyr’s zest.

“We wait…” replies Truer.

“Wait?” speaks Zara impatiently… “Why did we come here if we’re to do nothing,” she finishes.

“There’s nothing to be learned with these interactions,” interjects Brisk Leaf… “Truer is right… Our best bet is to continue to track them from a decent distance.”

“And their scouts? And lookouts… Will they not detect our presence…” questions Nyn.

“Not on your life,” interjects Doren with a gleam in his eyes.

“Doren’s right… We Rangers will maintain a stealthy, yet fairly safe distance and continue to report back to you as you follow from a still safer distance,” explains Truer.

“Hmm…” Zara huffs, stands, and moves to her sleeping spot.

Joro smiles once more, “Sounds good… More study time for me.”

“Very well…” replies Shaylyr as he too stands, “…we’d best get our rest then… I–” he is cut off before finishing his last sentence.

“I’ll take first guard,” Doren suddenly interjects, and stands enthusiastically.

This grabs Brisk Leaf’s attention, but he makes sure not to gaze unnaturally at Doren.

“Very well… I the second,” replies Shaylyr.

Shaylyr then heads to his sleeping spot, and takes off just enough armour so that he might rest a bit.

Joro finds a s pot to read by a tree, and Nyn finds a sleeping spot as well.

Doren gayly grabs his sword and starts a bit of a perimeter around the camp.

Truer catches Brisk Leaf watching Doren as he goes.

“What is it Brisk Leaf…” speaks Truer.

Brisk Leaf is startled by Truer… “Nothing…” he replies, as he then makes his way out of the camp into the shadows.

Truer wonders for a moment why he’s going outside the camp, then lets it go, and finds his place to sleep.



Chess With Agatha (Chapter Four) – Hunting Unicorns

Posted in Chess With Agatha, Entertainment, Fantasy, Fiction, Novel with tags , , , on January 13, 2012 by darkjade68

Chess With Agatha…

And The Dark Fortress of Doom

A Novel by DarkJade



CHAPTER FOUR – Hunting for Unicorns


Jodan, Morr and The Blue Wizard Hemmingbyrd are riding around the Hemmum Forest of Ila’s Morn…

Jodan looking most robust in his finest Hunting Gear… Where as Morr, is in his typical all black attire, his skin fairer than ever… Looking terribly bored.

“Come now Jodan, how can you possibly expect us to find Unicorns… Even if they do exist, they are renowned for being… Discrete” complains Morr.

Meanwhile Hemmingbyrd sits off alone on his Galant White Horse, whose name is constantly changing, biting his nails in dismay.

Hemmingbyrd spits out a nail and “I tell you… This is not the way…” he exclaims on deaf ears.

“We shall find these Unicorns… And we shall bring forth Arodos… And the power of his horn shall be ours… It is our only hope of defeating The Black Army of Norawyn…” explains Jodan as he continues to ride.


Meanwhile back at the Dark Fortress, Iliad, the Fool, makes his way mock-jovially, down the corridor nearest Hemmingbyrd’s Chambers…

As he approaches Hemmingbyrd’s door, he pulls out what looks to be a Skeleton Key, and makes for the lock…

But before he can insert the key, the door slowly begins to open, until it is wide…

Iliad seems a bit concerned by this “Tis nothing… Maybe a wind” but stays on course, and enters the Good Wizard’s Chambers.

“WHAM!!” the door slams shut behind him, and he is alone, in the dark.

Quickly he rushes to the window, and draws back the great grey drapes which cover it…. And the Sunlight does burst in.

“There we go… Now to have a look around” Iliad starts to quickly go through many of Hemmingbyrd’s Drawers, many of which hold a multitude of additional Blue Wizard Robes… “One can never be too prepared” Hemmingbyrd often said.

“Stop thinking about him… Stop thinking about him” Iliad exclaimed out loud to himself, and hit his own head with his flailing hands…

Which may have explained why he hadn’t noticed the slowly growing Blue Storm Sphere that had appeared in the middle of the room…

In fact, it wasn’t until this Storm Sphere’s first Thunder Clapped, that he finally did notice.

“CRACK!!” it sounded, and Iliad stood straight up in fright… Not turning to look behind him… Until he finally did.

And by the time he looked the Blue Sphere had grown to about a foot in diameter… The Thunder Cracking on occasion within it…

“CRACCKKK CRACCKOOOM!!” with this Iliad jumped under Hemmingbyrd’s Dark Wood Desk…


Agatha sat alone in her dark apartment, in the middle of the room, as she often did.

Pondering the happenings of the day, and the last couple months.

“What is this Other Life that Agamemnon keeps speaking of… And… Why do we keep playing Chess… And… How is it we are able to speak Telepathically…” she ponders profusely to herself.

“Hmmph” she grunts as she digs through her M & M’s, looking for the Orange One’s… Her favorite.

When suddenly a cool breeze seems to begin to fill the room.

“Wow… Feels like someone turned the A/C on in here… If I had A/C that is…” she pondered this for a moment, and than continued on with her inner rant.

“Not that I should complain… It’s not like I have Friends to spare…” she tosses all the other colored M & M’s into the nearby waste basket, and continues to eat the orange one’s.

“No… Agamemnon is basically all I’ve got…” with this she appears to look sad… Not that you can really see her face in the covered darkness.

The room continues to get cold, and she gets up to grab her jacket “What the heck’s with the chilly air” she then heads over near the doorway to check if it’s coming from underneath her door.

And takes note of Elias’s Cherry Wood Cane by the door… And that’s when the dark blue glow came from behind her…


Jodan, Morr and Hemmingbyrd continue to make their way deeper into the Enchanted Forest of Ila’s Morn.

“This is ludicrous Jodan… There are no such things as Unicorns…” Morr complains.

“I’m afraid Morr may be right Old Boy, we’d best head back to the Dark Fortress before Nightfall… Who knows what Devilish Creatures might rise here when the Sun does fall…” Hemmingbyrd throws out as he suddenly brings his horse to a full halt.

Morr takes note, turns, and stops his dark brown horse Myriad.

“What is it old man?!” with this, Jodan now stops as well.

Hemmingbyrd sits perfectly still… And his Eyes grow blue… “I needs relieve myself… carry on, I’ll catch up” he replies calmly.

And so Jodan and Morr head on.

Meanwhile Hemmingbyrd continues to hold perfectly still… Not even casting a breath… In fact the only movement within the wood is that of the Light Beams that make their way through the Ancient Branches of Ila’s Morn… And the occasional buzzing by Fairy, as the forest is full of them.

The stillness grows…

“Where are you… I can feel you… But I can’t–” Hemmingbyrd’s thoughts are cut off with a Site like no other…

About 77 Feet away from him, there stands a White Unicorn drinking from The Enchanted Ila’s Morn Stream near by…

“There you are…” and suddenly the Unicorn looks up at the Watchful Wizard, as if it hears Hemmingbyrd’s thoughts.

When in truth… it does.

“There there, there old boy… You need not fear me”

Hemmingbyrd thinks to him. Or, her?

It’s Unicorn’s eyes seem black at first… But then lighten.

When suddenly Morr is standing beside Hemmingbyrd…

“You were going to keep this to yourself, weren’t you old boy…” Morr speaks with the calmness of death.

Hemmingbyrd is stunned that he didn’t hear Morr approach… But then again, no one ever hears Morr approach.


PHOTO CREDIT – Enchanted Forest


Chapter One – The Protector

Chapter Two – Another Life

Chapter 2.5 – Hemmingbyrd’s Dream

Chapter Three – Check

Chapter Five – The Coming of Agatha

Chapter 5.5  – A Fool’s Heart

Chapter Six – Table Manners

Chapter Seven – Elias

Chapter Eight – West Bound

Chapter Nine – Red And Blue Forest

Chapter X – Yokade Labyrinth

Chapter XI – Vanishing Sky

Chapter XII – The Curse

Chapter XIII – The Minotaur Orft

Chapter XIV – Queen Sorceress Olamna

Chapter XV – The Final Piece

Chapter XVI – Agatha Rising

Chapter XVII – The Dragon Truth

Chapter XVIII – The Grey Dragon Tu Masa

Chapter XIX – The Stand In King

Chapter XX – The Game

Chapter XXI – Infiltrate

Chapter XXII – Into The Belly of The Beast