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OOC: Well, this has to go on. I left out the decission where the other group goes, Anubis or Drahcir might want to decide on their own. Btw: We have four writers in the one group and 2 in the other. But I guess Noir, Anubis and Drahcir will soon meet Alec and Harold.
With the first sunbeams Cen woke up. Still a little dizzy he looked around. Where was the town? Where were all the houses?
He closed his eyes again and the memory and images came back. Demons falling from the sky, Philus, the prince, them going into the forest to find a place to rest. So here they were.
Now he stood up. An appetizing smell came from behind. All the others were sitting around a little fire. Sonidow made a gesture telling him to join them.
As soon as he reached the fire, Noir began to speak.
“Listen, I thought a lot about the whole situation we are in this night and finally reached a conclusion. I said the two groups wouldn't go far away from each other, but as things are we will have to.”
Mailliw was about to protest, but Noir gave him a very angry look.
“I know you two don't want to split...” he looked at Mailliw and Drahcir.
“.. but this is a too important decision to make it conditional on your relation. One of our groups has to go to the far north.”
Philus was interrupting him. “Why?”
The other one hesitated. “You need to find a special person.”
Noir became an absent look and didn't seem to be willed to get into details. In his mind he seemed to be far away.
“Why should we do what you want anyway? No one has made you to our leader. I'm not going to leave my brother.” Drahcir had stood up to show his anger.
“Because although the city has been destroyed, I am still your prince. You owe me obedience. And because I know secrets from old times which might be the only way to stop the demons.”
“So if they are so mighty, tell them to us. We don't have time for secretiveness.”
Noir looked at him with a calm expression, then he leaned back and began to speak.
“The House of my family has always been a house of chroniclers. Every king collects memories from ancient times which the normal people have already forgotten and hands them over to his son. So did my father. He taught me the history of long forgotten kingdoms and wars. But the most important thing he told my about were the warlords.”
He made a deep pause. Drahcir being still angry asked: “And what is special about those warlords?”
“The warlords were the mightiest warriors ever existing, gaining their power from magical rings. They decided about defeature or victory for whole kingdoms. But one after each other died and most of their rings got lost.”
Some of the group furrowed their brows. Where was this getting to?
“So all of them are dead now. How can they help us then?”
“Some people believe that a few of the rings were found. My grandfather once met an old man who was searching for them. He could know about their destination. I want you to find him.”
“But he was an old man back then.” Sonidow opposed” He must have died now. And if someone had found one of the rings, wouldn't someone else notice it?”
“The old man somehow had got an endless life. He had lived in the time of the warlords!”
Noir was looking into the sky.
“To the other question: You can't use the full power of these rings if you don't know what they are. And even then it might not work.”
Drahcir still wasn't convinced. “Why should we search for him in the north? He could be everywhere. Maybe he sits behind a tree and smiles about us.”
“The man told my father that he wanted to search in the area around the mountain Arytow. That is where the biggest war took place.”
He looked into the eyes of everybody around him, one after each other.
“Will you go?”
First Philus nodded, then Sonidow, Cen and finally, after some thoughtful moments, Drahcir.
“Then it is decided. You have to leave as soon as possible, we have no time to waste."
“What will you five do?” Cen asked.
“You don't have to know. Concentrate on your own mission and don't care about us. We will take care of ourselves.”
Heavy-hearted they took their baggage and went away. Every time they looked back they saw the shapes behind them getting smaller and smaller until they disappeared. Would they meet each other again?
With the first sunbeams Cen woke up. Still a little dizzy he looked around. Where was the town? Where were all the houses?
He closed his eyes again and the memory and images came back. Demons falling from the sky, Philus, the prince, them going into the forest to find a place to rest. So here they were.
Now he stood up. An appetizing smell came from behind. All the others were sitting around a little fire. Sonidow made a gesture telling him to join them.
As soon as he reached the fire, Noir began to speak.
“Listen, I thought a lot about the whole situation we are in this night and finally reached a conclusion. I said the two groups wouldn't go far away from each other, but as things are we will have to.”
Mailliw was about to protest, but Noir gave him a very angry look.
“I know you two don't want to split...” he looked at Mailliw and Drahcir.
“.. but this is a too important decision to make it conditional on your relation. One of our groups has to go to the far north.”
Philus was interrupting him. “Why?”
The other one hesitated. “You need to find a special person.”
Noir became an absent look and didn't seem to be willed to get into details. In his mind he seemed to be far away.
“Why should we do what you want anyway? No one has made you to our leader. I'm not going to leave my brother.” Drahcir had stood up to show his anger.
“Because although the city has been destroyed, I am still your prince. You owe me obedience. And because I know secrets from old times which might be the only way to stop the demons.”
“So if they are so mighty, tell them to us. We don't have time for secretiveness.”
Noir looked at him with a calm expression, then he leaned back and began to speak.
“The House of my family has always been a house of chroniclers. Every king collects memories from ancient times which the normal people have already forgotten and hands them over to his son. So did my father. He taught me the history of long forgotten kingdoms and wars. But the most important thing he told my about were the warlords.”
He made a deep pause. Drahcir being still angry asked: “And what is special about those warlords?”
“The warlords were the mightiest warriors ever existing, gaining their power from magical rings. They decided about defeature or victory for whole kingdoms. But one after each other died and most of their rings got lost.”
Some of the group furrowed their brows. Where was this getting to?
“So all of them are dead now. How can they help us then?”
“Some people believe that a few of the rings were found. My grandfather once met an old man who was searching for them. He could know about their destination. I want you to find him.”
“But he was an old man back then.” Sonidow opposed” He must have died now. And if someone had found one of the rings, wouldn't someone else notice it?”
“The old man somehow had got an endless life. He had lived in the time of the warlords!”
Noir was looking into the sky.
“To the other question: You can't use the full power of these rings if you don't know what they are. And even then it might not work.”
Drahcir still wasn't convinced. “Why should we search for him in the north? He could be everywhere. Maybe he sits behind a tree and smiles about us.”
“The man told my father that he wanted to search in the area around the mountain Arytow. That is where the biggest war took place.”
He looked into the eyes of everybody around him, one after each other.
“Will you go?”
First Philus nodded, then Sonidow, Cen and finally, after some thoughtful moments, Drahcir.
“Then it is decided. You have to leave as soon as possible, we have no time to waste."
“What will you five do?” Cen asked.
“You don't have to know. Concentrate on your own mission and don't care about us. We will take care of ourselves.”
Heavy-hearted they took their baggage and went away. Every time they looked back they saw the shapes behind them getting smaller and smaller until they disappeared. Would they meet each other again?