Wolfjade
Some men have died… And yet live… The shell of their former self reeking havoc on the living world… Some sleep… Never to be woken… Some… Awake
CHAPTER VII – THE RETURN
RIVER NORAN
A WOOD NORTH OF THE EXELUM DESERT
North of the Execlum Desert is a very unique place…
A place called, River Noran
An unlikely place where harsh desert, transforms to a wooded area, near a river
This is where Wolfjade’s Stormdark Legion awaits…
This is where he has just arrived
“HOORAH!” yell his 120 Swordsmen, and 60 Archers of Stormdark
Though he is ragged, and weary, he raises an arm in appreciation
AN HOUR LATER
Wolfjade bathes in a metal tub, brought there for his arrival
His eyes are tired, but relieved, being safely within his camp
Suddenly one of the Emperor of Stormdark’s Advisors enters Wolfjade’s tent, with two Imperial Elite Soldiers, appointed from the Emperor himself
With a wave of Wolfjade’s hand, still within his tub, the two Elite Soldiers leave the tent
The man that stands before him is Eldof… One of Three of the Emperor’s High Advisors…
Eldof being the least trustworthy, in regards to anyone other than the Emperor that is
Everything he does… Every move he makes… Is contrived, and designed to further his own Political Career
“Greetings Great Wolfjade…” he says with a dramatic ceremonial bow
“What is it Eldof…” states Wolfjade, who has now lifted himself up, and out of his tub
His 300 pound form of solid muscle, shaking Eldof a bit…
“Good Knight… In behalf of Stormdark, I say bravo for your penetrative efforts of infiltration into Breenum Hall… Well done sir… Well done…” he states and bows again waving his arms about
Wolfjade drys himself, and begins to place his red under armor attire on
“Speak your words Eldof…” demands Wolfjade, quickly tiring of him already
“The Emperor is coming my Liege…” speaks Eldof, cunningly spying Wolfjade’s reaction
Which, other than pausing for a mere second, there is none
“Good… We have much to discuss… If that is all,” Wolfjade states plainly, hoping to rid his tent of Eldof
Wolfjade begins now to place on his under armor layer of silver chainmail
“Yes… Well… I just thought…” begins Eldof
“Yes?” replies Wolfjade, getting irritated now, as he draws his long sword from its scabbard, and inspects the blade, which is very sharp
“Perhaps you’d like to run your thoughts by me, prior to speaking to the Emperor…” finishes Eldof
With this there is a great silence, as Wolfjade places his blade back in its scabbard, turns and inspects Eldof’s throat, wondering how quickly he could remove his head, even without removing the blade from the scabbard
“Nope… I’m good… You may go,” replies WolfJade as he claps, and two squires enter the chamber to help him put on his black steel plate armor
The Red Lion Emblem blazing on the chest
“Very well my Liege…” Eldof replies holding his tongue, which is sharp… But he’d rather not die this day
He bows, turns, and leaves Wolfjade’s tent
“TURNUM!” Wolfjade suddenly calls, and one of his two Stormdark Swordsmen who stand guard outside of his tent, enters
“My Liege…” he replies.
“I want two of our Archers to keep an eye on Eldof… If he tries to send a messanger, or a bird to the Emperor, kill the messenger… Or kill the bird… No word leaves this camp… Understood?” speaks Wolfjade
“Understood sir,” replies Turnum, who turns and leaves the tent
DarkJade-
PICTURE CREDIT – Advanced
The Written Word 
