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May 28, 2010 2:53
Posted By J Serembe
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The first meeting with Gottfel's wife Ronal and her shaman Mordecai had placed a rock in Corman's stomach. They played their parts well, but did not bother hiding the occasional sly glances between them. "Gottfel has fallen ill to malaise" the shaman said quietly, shaking back his mane of hair. "His spirit is sallow." "And what are you doing about it" demanded Corman trying to control his rising pique. "We are applying Shamanic Healing." Corman glanced at Ronal. She had been watching her Shaman with a knowing look but turned away quickly realizing Corman's gaze. Corman thought "She has never applied any kind of healing". There was something in the manner of Mordecai that disturbed him. Something hidden. It took careful observation, but eventually he saw it. The subtle gesture. The practiced hand wave, used harmlessly now, but not lost on Corman. This man was also a Necromancer. A dull ache immediately rolled through his stomach; The Portal. He decided it best that he and his entourage keep their investigation into the Portal a secret from Ronal and Mordecai. At least as long as they could. He wanted to assure himself that nothing had been disturbed. The Portal lie two miles from the capital, an easy walk - but they had not yet rested from their journey. They arrived at the citadel built above the cavern entrance and knew right away that something was wrong. The guard contingent there bristled at their arrival. They obviously recognized Corman and Cedric. "Let us pass" spoke Corman authoritatively. "We cannot allow anyone to pass - by order of the King." "Stand down soldier. King Halifax had secured access to the Portal to all of his sons. You do know who we are, I presume?" "Yes sir, I do. But I cannot allow you in." King Corman approached the nervous guard. "These are the Queen's orders, yes? You did not hear these directly from the King, did you?" "Yes, sir, I did." Corman eyed the man. He seemed to be telling the truth. For a moment Corman thought to pull his axe and express his acute disappointment at the state of things, but he realized that his small tired retinue did not match the number of guards at present. This thought was not shared by Cedric, who had his weapon out instantly and had already advanced on the soldier before them. "We shall be back" Corman said loudly for Cedrick's benefit. Cedrick turned to look at his brother and although vastly disappointed lowered his axe from the neck of the intimidated guard. As they walked away Tassin spoke quietly to Corman. "There is something wrong here. Necromantic Sense is telling me that some of the wards may have been breached." Next: Ronal and Mordecai (cont.) |
