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I finished the first Jet, I'm trying to let stand and correct as you go. Not everything has been published here and I do not know yet what will be the nature of the next update. Lot of work into perspective, anyway.

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The Avenger - Chapter 31. Arnulf "Twisted-Rabbit" - The Gods rise

And a co op. A chapter actually quite quiet, no climax, I prefer to "let the smoking ashes of the words" as said Bertin. I'll see the replay.
No uncontrollable excitement, or depression in sight, rather a serene feeling to the titanic work that still expect.

Music Inspiration: Blade Runner Soundtrack by Vangelis

Chapter XXXI. Arnulf "Rabbit-Twisted "- The Gods rise
So many dead. They had lost the son of Adalrik this time. The Bulls played all the music that obscured their gloomy mood. "As the sky . He thought of all the dead. Fast-aurochs died in the first battle against the Southerners, he was so overwhelmed by his mistake that he had not even paid court worthy of the name.
Yet he was still alive, but also Alwin was not finished. Aelor had lost a battle, not war.
They had arrived on the old battle sites and the ground was littered with bones and a slime green and fragrant. The feet stuck to the dough lightly with grass and wood rot. The earth was sick and he sent a silent prayer to Verion.
- Earth-that-roars. It said much for himself as much as for his companions.
Alwin now crying at night when they went to sleep. He did not like that. Not because of the tears but because he could do nothing but wait it out. The nerves of the wife were strained, so many deaths. Moreover, she knew that the end of the quest would signify their separation. He did not know how all this would happen. His wife, he knew would not question him but he could live with the burden of secrecy?

The forest was immense and yet large burn marks covering her and thousands of trees had been felled. Dark shapes waving the edge.
They were deployed as and when they approached. Arnulf gave his final instructions. " Nobody goes into the forest! "
Aelor was waiting, alone. The bearded old man was perched on his horse, his head bowed and his back covered with a coat of feathers. Her eyes were sunken in their sockets and his face seemed melted in a strange helmet made in the skull of a giant crow with dark and inscrutable orbits. He seemed asleep.
He gently raised his head and his long mustache twitched.
- Forest deny me. She does not want me. I'm so tired.
Arnulf was amazed at the plaintive tone of the old man, he had expected to have to fight hard.
- Each morning, they come back and kill my darlings. There is not a single bird in the sky. They have all abandoned.
- The gods do not want you and your plans.
- Your gods are bad, they watch the men die and rejoice.
- The gods are gods, they do not have to be good or bad.
- You are a wise man for a Leo. But you understand the benefits of a land without gods? Where man is free.
- Quit your little speech. You do not try to remove the gods but to take their place.
Shamans arrived first line.
- The sanctuary is still intact, otherwise you will kill any magic on this earth.
- And life is magic!
- And death is magic!
- And the soul is magic!
shamans holding others in chorus.
- Shamans, priests, the first line to keep the sheep in the fenced area. I could become immortal, to rule over these lands and provide all the magic that poor people want. You also can?
He raised his voice.
- Anyone wishing to be a god, enter the forest and find the sanctuary! Go ahead, I do not forbid them.
- Nobody move, Arnulf ordered in response.
The old man looked at him with wild eyes.
- Gullible! Every one of you.
He turned to Guylhom
- and you first! You listen to an ancestral shade and you gave your life for what ? To never have a child to wander endlessly on earth alone? Enters the forest and get what you want, even it! She wants you so much already.
Orlamünde blushed a little but kept a stern face.
- Go home Aelor while Pylos believes in you, you might still have a career counselor, free men of your spells .
- Ah! Pylos. As if I did not care a political career. You will never understand anything in my power early. Finally, it is too late. They come in and I doubt they make a distinction. They are strangely angry all be cons human. Hey is not it at Pylos we shot the first Blessed Sacrament?
All eyes were turned towards Orlamünde but she shrugged her shoulders.
- What do I know. I have not seen in fact.
- My father has slaughtered his own, There are little. intervened Guylhom
Aelor burst into a loud laugh.
- And you blame me for me what I do to your gods. They were already angry before I arrived. "Avenger" they shouted. But if you let them they will reduce your world to dust. Burgan
Shamans were outraged.
- You shot the divine sanctuaries?
- not us, beliefs wither, some leaders do not see the need to keep trees in the city.
- Trees? Woe to you! These are the Gods that you killed!
Aelor laughed away.
- Hey! Come back! Orlamünde shouted.
Shamans and Chiefs Burgan had returned Guylhom cons as if it were responsible for the slaughter of some trees.
A hubbub arose and tried to calm Arnulf shamans when the ground began to tremble
- It's over. Alwyn whispered a small voice.
He turned and attacked him a terrifying vision. Two huge trees near, they crushed everything in their path. Creepers swayed and plunged over men Ravens, catching the flight, the gutting. They tried to submerge, without the colossal success.
One was holding a huge sword of bone and the other a large hammer with which he crushed several birds at once.
Aelor advancing towards them, serene and no stop laughing.
Southerners began to panic, the men threw down their weapons and fled. Even Burgan did not led off and Arnulf felt fear him gnaw your guts.
Wiley approached.
- We will go home. We can do nothing against the gods angry.
- And Aelor?
- He is already dead and he knows it. You by cons you must remember that the gods have said. Go! Will embrace earth rumbling.
- Do not go, I beg you.
Alwin implored him with tears in his eyes.
- Gotta go my dear. Know that you gave me as much happiness as a warrior can dream. ... I told Leah that I come and see. If this is not flesh and bones will be in a dream and that I will dance at the ball for his twenty years.
She turned from him, unable to watch it go. Arnulf
felt his legs trembling as the huge wild creatures approaching. He realized that it was not really trees, just gigantic creatures covered with bark, ivy and vines alive.
Lightning began to fall from the sky dark, striking birds that were out of reach. Orlamünde was clutching the arm of knight scintillating.
He approached them.
- I will meet them as I have been asked the gods. I do not know if you need to come but it would please me.
Guylhom smiled.
- You know who is left with a large white sword?
- No. The other could be Furn, the god of wrath and thunder.
- Saint Royan, no less. I do not think I will hurt is not it.
He seemed to speak to someone else. Men
South were decidedly strange but he liked it he was nice and had courage.
- The Virgin?
- In my opinion she would prefer "princess." Guylhom said, smiling.
- Prin-cess?
She turned her head toward him and motioned that she was following. They went
to meet the Gods. They had almost finished the remainder of the combat army Aelor and eyeing the old high. He died with dignity, without a cry. The giant had called Guylhom Royan Saint caught it and swallowed it, just like that. Arnulf found it strange that the man who had caused so much turmoil on Earth could disappear so easily.

the Giants looked ready to hit and then lowered their weapons.
- Son! said St. Royan
He stooped and passed his hand gently before Guylhom. He fell to his knees and raised his hands to his face, screaming. Blood flowed between his fingers. Orlamünde frightened knelt beside him, shouting "Let ! Leave it! "but withdrew her hands when her face was back as before.
St. Royan smiled.
- She awaits. he said. His voice was covering too much wind howling. Furn
it had lost interest in them. It continued to rain down lightning and his face was red with anger despite the green color of her hair.
Arnulf entered the woods with his companions. The trees on the edge were marked with axes and swords, but the more they dug into the woods the forest was more dense.
Lianas sometimes descended toward them, turning them around like a dog sniffs and then recanted.
He brushed a bush of bay and gazed for a moment the clearing. A once beautiful tree was sitting in the middle. Its branches hung limply but he kept a certain majesty.
At his feet, three circles of land awaited them, everyone had a root that went around.
He felt a warmth go through her spine and blew lightly, letting the tension leave.
He motioned the others to follow him and they lay in graves dug for them. Arnulf
closed his eyes and thought of his children and his wives.
" House " murmured a voice before the roots do not contract and close the earth over them.

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The Avenger - Chapter 30. Guylhom - Aelor

Another chapter ended this weekend. I had some concerns about the balance with the previous chapter (which I was not happy), I did not know how I distribute the content on these chapters. The onset is likely to repeat but I am satisfied with the way things are going. By cons I go more on the work collossal who expect to correct, adapt, make it more fluid, coherent and verify that I have missed any track road. I almost forget one today. Answer all questions will be difficult and I do not know if I should leave a door open or not.

Music Inspiration: Blade Runner soundtrack by Vangelis.

Chapter XXX. Guylhom - Aelor

" What do you find him to Greluche? "The voices in his head was jarring and unpleasant.
Good old habits had returned.
- Nothing, she's nice and I feel that I understand. She somehow watch me ... that A head pain stopped him in his tirade. He did not know jealous.
" Stop it now. Anything you I can take it back. "
- What I?
" You do not know what it cost we have to maintain your life and you restore sight. "
- At the same time, I would not have needed without you.
"You become embittered "
- Maybe. What are we going to have to do now?
" I do not know. You're very far I feel but the Saints do not respond. "
- How do you contact me then?
" They are not dead, just diminished. We keep our powers for the moment but I can guarantee you anything. "

They were indeed very far. They had joined the tribe of horses. They were awesome riders were wrapped in long black coats that protected them from sun and wind. It was terribly powerful in this desolate and everybody was shivering with cold, even Burgan tension was palpable this huge company, the sky was darker and shorter days.
Horses had greeted by a charge which had stopped just yards from the column. Since then, they encircled it and Guylhom was not sure whether the sole purpose of protection. Arnulf explained that the land was sacred and that normally no one was allowed to go except the members of the tribe. He had many discussions with Arnulf and began to really enjoy the character. Always patient it took time to explain things. This contrasted with the savagery so he could demonstrate in combat.

But another surprise waiting for this inhospitable land.
Guylhom rode alongside Orlamünde once again. The princess seemed to relish his company and he enjoyed his. Despite the age difference, the girl's feet were on earth. The wind
entangling his hair and she spent her time keeping them out of his face. She was constantly surrounded by men on alert. He wondered where she had gained such loyalty.
Basically it remained fairly quiet about his past and about his death but they did not just talk. Sometimes they just rode one beside the other, listening burganne music.
- What will you do next?
- I have not thought of yet, I guess back to the monastery.
- I could not myself.
- What?
- Back to my life before. That of naive princess who has one goal in life, make a good marriage.
- I do not think I ever meet him my life before either.
- I saw so much, so much death and suffering, I need to feel alive.
- I understand.
- it hurts?
She spoke of her scars.
- it itches a lot but you get used to. I am however still happy to have a vision even if it should not be very pretty.
- Oh! You're beautiful then I mean you're not so bad.
She blushed. He wondered what she meant by that.
- It's nice of you but I've seen my reflection and it was not pleasant.
She changed the subject, speaking now of how the moon appeared larger view here.
He was carried away and hardly noticed that the night approached. As usual
Burgan through the camp was already mounted. Night fell sharply but the wind continued unabated. Agitation ran the camp. Guylhom had his tent near that of Arnulf and was therefore in the foreground to admire the spectacle.
Appeared out of nowhere, the black shapes stood in the center of the camp. They were covered with feathers despite their human appearance. Bowed their heads under the hoods was not visible. They held their hands in tears rusted, yet the edge was still sharp. He could see the moon but heard the birds above him make incredible racket.
- Nice little procession.
A voice rang out behind them, but nobody was there when they returned.
- I see you come. What do you want Burgan?
- Show you a coward. Arnulf cried at night.
- Oh so much hostility. You are very numerous for a courtesy and not as Burgan what I see. My darlings could take you all in heaven but it would require much effort. Why do not you agree?
The voice sounded in his head " He is near. So close. "which caused grumbling Guylhom" Thanks, I noticed. "
- which I did not think anyone was worried about me. A year alone in these parts stink with this wind blowing day and night. It's cold is not it? And it's summer. Require to kill my darlings to get warm. The feathers are warm, so warm.
- Aelor What do you want? Guylhom asked.
- The brother of another is not like him. What a beautiful armor knight, I see that she was tested. Did you know that only the burning pitch after decapitation can kill a knight spotless? I took some time to find the right technique. Your predecessors have been of great help.
" is he! He "was the second time he made the shot but this time Guylhom no more questions arose about the other knights.
- What do you want? repeated Guylhom
- Me? Oh, nothing important. I'm just going to liberate the people of his beliefs obsolete. Even you knight I can free you from your chains. Your help would be valuable to me at all, There are so many more .... Work to do.
- You're crazy. It is not for you to decide the destiny of a people. Who knows what calamities await us without the help of the Saints.
- I just do not debate, just to warn you. Make a U turn where I am afraid of having to be disagreeable.
- The remains of your army can do nothing against us.
- Hahaha.
Laughter withered while men were attacking ravens.
Guylhom never understood why Aelor had taken the time to discuss before sending his henchmen, too full of confidence probably.
They began to lift their wings and spin pointing their daggers. They will look great in a perfect way, some standing, others squatted and turned over faster. A few feathers flew as the first Burgan fell. Other creatures fell from the sky, clinging the backs of men and striking his head. Some were not even armed but clawing and biting.
Guylhom fought proudly Arnulf rid of one of these birds. He cut the members left and right, sometimes impaling one of those Cassandras who tried to take off. Strangely
the severed limbs regained human form once settled, would stain the feathers as if they had never been part of the body. " Saves idiot."
Orlamünde! He ran to his tent upsetting friends and enemies in the process.
She took refuge in his tent and his men protected it as best they could. He stepped over several corpses. They had their eyes gouged out and blood maculait traits. The male birds were difficult to distinguish in the night and it is largely due to a fire that spread from tent to tent he could see them in flight. The creatures did not like the fire and began to recede, but they were bent still here. Yet some seem hit an invisible wall or being forced to make a wing before approaching men. Guylhom leaned on a corpse and tried to jump into the air to determine a creature. His armor was too heavy and he only stir the air. Other creatures rested around the tent and the last defenders of the princess. They seemed attracted here like a magnet. He heard a whinny
behind him. " Ceyan! "The horse had joined him, snatching the pole that held his halter. Guylhom hastened to mount it and it makes contact with the horse to ram addition to the teeming masses over which overwhelmed the defenders. Ceyan proudly trampled men birds Guylhom were picked for the flight. They eventually scatters around him yet none had ever directly attacked, as if they did not see it. It was such a carnage alone most animals resumed their flight abandoning the fight. They were squealing so scared, crying and seeking refuge in dark skies. These cries were repeated elsewhere, and the attack ceased. But not the noise, Burgan had continued to play fighting. The tent of
Orlamünde was devastated. He ran towards her. None of his men were still standing although some were still alive, he heard their groans and cries for help. He pushed aside the remains of the tent, the canvas was torn on all sides. He removed the body of Captain John. He died on the princess, his face pierced by multiple blows. The princess she had nothing, we would have said so sleepy. When he felt her pulse she opened her eyes.
- John? Is she asked.
- He's dead.
- He has been loyal to the end. She said, shaking his head.
It seemed no more disturbed than that.
- must take care of the wounded. Get me the General Mark.
She commanded a natural way, sure to be obeyed.
They spent the rest of the night to treat the wounded. Arnulf had come to assess damage there. It Y'avait had died in Burgan but not as much as around the Orlamünde attempts. He looked for a moment and said " You are good! "smiling. Guylhom had trouble understanding how all these people could be so insensitive to blood and guts. The stomach returned he went to empty it out of sight. The fire had destroyed much of the equipment but had probably saved too. When

retook the road the next day after making a mountain of corpses, the lines were drawn. Orlamünde, she never left.
- They do not see.
- Pardon?
- Men ravens, they do not see.
- I do not know is possible.
- You're special is not it?
- I do not know.
- If you know. Do not lie to me please. I knew from the start.
- I suppose, say that I have trouble understanding it myself.
- I can see your old face. As if your soul was visible.
- Glad they did not have views then.
- Yes indeed.
- I killed your brother.
- Pardon?
He thought he had misheard.
- It is time for me to tell you. He wanted me to marry her, he probably tried to rob me and I ... thought it was the best way to save Pylos. I want you to know it was me who killed him.
- I do not know what to say. I am a bit sad but it was still a handsome bastard. And he had denied. I just knew, yet I still remember our childhood games.
- I'm sorry.
- Me too. Things would be so much easier if we could keep our child's mind.
- Yes. I killed so since I'm an adult that I sometimes ask myself if I could one day stop.
- I hope so.
He tried to smile encouraging but the heart was not there. What kind of person was he?
So sweet and so terrible. His brother, he did not even ask the question what it became after fighting the army of Liudmark. Difficult for concern for those we do not alongside, yet this was no time to think about missing it but had always tended to worry about the next day. He wondered how his father would take the news. One moment he would have liked to be near him. One moment he would gladly be the little boy jumped on his knees. For a moment he would have liked to forget the world and its woes.

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The Avenger - Chapter 29. Orlamünde - Rose among thorns

A chapter frustrating, I wanted to advance, to write, I knew what it was to contain and yet I would have taken longer. I wrote once but I was not happy with the result, I rewrote part. Finally I restarted from the beginning that do that inspire me in previous versions.
Anyway I am still not happy with the result, far from it but I can not wait to move, therefore I leave the state to come back later.

Music inspiration: None really although Mauerbrecher - October Leaves allowed me to redo a start a bit more consistent.

Chapter XXIX. Orlamünde - Rose among thorns
It's not so much for the Burgan she was there on horseback crossing the high northern mountains. The scenery was breathtaking. Elichzäne they called them the "gods of teeth," she had never seen mountains so slender, so impenetrable. This was nothing like the mountains surrounding the capital region of Kingdoms. She wondered for the hundredth time if she had reason to come. But it was not for the Burgan and their quest fantasy that was there. No, she needed to know. Saints really existed? Could she understand what it was? Would she find rest there?

his father's men had arrived the day after the enemy retired. A long column that was passing in the distance. A detachment was shifted to the city and was greeted as a liberator by a population that was just beginning to understand that the siege was finally over. She saluted the wit of his father who turned the situation to his advantage, his army entered the city without a single fight and cheered again. The advisers were biting Pylos bloods at the time it was. It was however a twinge in my heart to see that in the end his movement was probably more political than sentimental. He is a man with dark mustache and harnessed for the war that came to honor him. His plate armor echoed in places such aggression and felt Orlamünde the visit as such, without knowing why.
The man knelt before her, and hardly helped by a squire who made the act more ridiculous than ceremony. John, his captain, remained now ready with her and had agreed to provide a bodyguard. She did not know what he thought about what had happened during the negotiations, he disagreed? He did not let it show in any case.
- Captain Gerome to serve you your highness. Gen. Mark apologizes but the annihilation of the invaders seemed a priority.
- Raise your Captain.
- Thank you, your highness. The whole kingdom is relieved to know that you alive. Lord the king has expressed a desire to see you back as soon as possible if it suits you of course. Until then I am responsible for your safety.
- It's very kind of you master, I present the master John, who is already responsible for my safety and that has more than proven itself as all his men.
She knew that man would not appreciate it but insisted that the militia of the city will receive the honors due to them. She felt a mounting resentment against the man who had done nothing. These men arrived in triumph as they had done nothing to save the city. They were now enjoying the jubilation, drink, party and rewrite history. How many people here that they will remember the heat of battle, only the walls and the militia had prevented City of Falling?
The man did not dare contradict him, a mere captain could not afford it.
- A detachment will remain at your disposal in this case.
- Keeping you dine with me tonight, Captain?
She needed to know what was happening, his father did he expect that it leaves in its claws Pylos and returned the country to regain daughter to marry?
- Alas, your highness, it is impossible. Y 'it so much to prepare for restoring order in the city and organize assistance for the poor.
She saw John but his fists tighten face never betrays.
- Captain Jean is here this shoe a pleasure to guide you in this unknown city. I am sure he will find room for your men until their departure.
- We already took our quarters in the garrison.
- Oh? And the militia? John could not refrain from intervention.
- With all due respect Captain John, they are only civilians who have received military training summary. Our troops are much better qualified to defend the city. - Against whom? You? Orlamünde intervened.
- Sure that not your highness but the campaign is not freed of aggressors and the latest news liudmarkiens Telon Varest and are still in their hands.
- Know that I will not tolerate extortion of your troops and Pylos is and will remain a free cities that want what my father.
- We are here to ensure your safety princess.
She had yet hard to believe. The events gave him reason.
His actions have cost the lives of several counselor they were afraid to come see it and believed responsible for the takeover of the kingdoms of the South. The news of the defeat Liudmarkienne, they arrived after a week leading to other manifestations of joy and gratitude to the men of the South. Jean
furious but she could hardly do anything. She had summoned the captain Gerome but it was a pretext schedule too busy to visit him while giving it his unwavering loyalty.
She had lost the battle even before the delivery and she realized she still had much to learn. His father had been right to say it should have to pay attention to his surroundings at the time, at a political level all was played before negotiating. His
became gloomy mood, she felt lonely and wondered why she was not returning home. One morning she looked out the window and studied the city under his feet. The cobblestone streets descended steeply to the port and the slums. Pylos were so steep they said that if we stumble we found the gate of the city faster than walking.
She smiled, she liked this city near the Synd, boat was not far from the sea and the mountain was also nearby, there was live, the heat was less oppressive than in the south. The plain was dotted with olive trees around the trunk lean and tortured.
She then realized that here was his home. Here she became an adult. He needed to find a way to release the grip of his father on the city.

Yet it had all seemed so futile the first time she had seen. He came together with leaders and General Mark Burgan. A very motley troupe who had been cheered by the crowd. Burgan each man appeared and acted as interpreter. Guylhom, she liked the sound of the name. For the first time in a long Orlamünde felt something in his heart. The man had been disfigured and yet she could still see his face so serene, serious but with eyes that sparkled. She realized that it was somewhere like it, touched by the Saints.
She had enormous difficulties to not fix it during the interview, she drank in his words, hypnotized by his double face torture. The Burgan also was a source of wonder, between the giant blond covered scar, the little half-naked woman, the child with dark skin and large muscular neck as big as a tree trunk it was certain that something was happening here who had never before happened before. Gen. Mark's eyes were coming out of the head as he listened to the fantastic story of their guests on their divine mission, but she only smiled.
She no longer saw the scars Guylhom, he spoke well, was an educated man and she saw that he chose his words carefully. The idea of starting with them in the north to stop Aelor however, was troubling. She did not doubt it could be useful in such an undertaking but here Aelor was seen as a benefactor, a man who had left, promising wonders to the people. The end of the yoke of the gods, the end external threats. Its absence during the war did not even seem to have tarnished his image. People commonly speak of time in the street where Aelor return with their husbands and son. She wondered if somewhere he had not also been instrumental in the victory, giving hope to a people facing the enemy.
Chief Burgan, a Arnulf then asked him a question that brought a lot of people in trouble, Guylhom the first since he had to translate.
- Uh ... the chief of the tribe of lions demand finally is delicate, saying he would like to know ... Well, he wants to be sure you're still a virgin.
At the time, the tone was assembled all the men were insurgents, ready to defend his honor. She would almost laughed. Nobody knew where she had gone for a year, she reappeared a year later as a private nurse and all assumed she was still a virgin. She was almost tempted to say no to annoy them, after all it was he had little more than she does and she did not know why Devian was considered normal to rape her but not take her virginity. This memory showered her good mood.
- I do not see how it looks. she said, coldly. But yes I still am.
- He says he understands that you need to keep up appearances but you beseech if this is not the case tell him. The prophecy speaks of the virgin bloody, it is vital to the success of the quest you're the right person.
- If he does not know himself how I should I know?
- no offense, I think you are pretty sure to be the right person.
- You know I ask something in return.
- Ah. I thought saving the world would be a sufficient reward. She smiled
corner by saying that the man was perhaps a little too experienced with the wild but it was not serious, she was already tired of the round legs and bowing.
- Ensure the independence of the Free Cities and we leave tomorrow.
- Princess, I think all this has gone too far and that ...
- General Mark Silence. I express myself.
- Complete your part of the contract and you will be liable Burgan.
General Mark complexion was slightly green when he took leave.

In the end, if it had not gone wrong, the journey was pleasant, the summer was there, the time clement Burganne welcomed them into the ground and had planted quite a thorn in the side of his father. If he let his troops and the occupation of formalized Free Cities he might have to fight the Burgan on his return when he retired he could pass for a king and merciful benefactor but have always failed to achieve its grip on the roads of steel. She breathed deeply, the air was so pure here.
Guylhom came and asked permission to ride with her.
They spent quality time together and Orlamünde almost forgot the reason for their trip.
She eagerly accepted, the man seemed to have missed a lot of company and told his adventures, he had a soft voice and warm. She wondered if he realized that he liked? She laughed stupidly, since when had she done it? It had the effect of a little girl again and decided to take this moment and listen to the story of his knighthood.
- I left the men Palys and confident we approached these same mountains where ...

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The Avenger - Chapter 28. Saymar - Anna

A chapter very full, I am aware. There is a lot to and that there was still a long way to go Saymar, yet I preferred to finish a chapter denser than hanging out in a new cycle length. In the end little about the main plot in this chapter, but a link between those above and those to come. Remains found the duality of good Saymar and then he was also entitled to a moment of happiness.

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Music Inspiration: Vladimir Cosma - The Goat

Chapter XXVIII. Saymar - Anna
Saymar withdrew his knife from the boy's throat and tried against his tabard. So young, what he did not care where this stupid? He proceeded to cut her finger to get a ring, he had already picked up a dozen, all identical to those soldiers. He wondered how the soldiers could afford such jewelry. Laura went
:
- What are you doing?
- I pick up the beads, these rings must be worth a fortune.
- There is more thieves you know. Saymar looked for a moment, decided he did not see what he could find him in time.
- Yeah, well like I have nothing else to fuck the day I will still continue.
She shrugged and went went. They all enervated as they were. Always picky, but yes it, but not that and blah blah blah my ass is pink. Only Anna, came to make him feel calm and serene, she understood it, or at least it was like this.
He continued to make his harvest when Burgan arrived on the battlefield to pick up their dead. " mucha have a long time! . The tribe of women, the Panthers if he remembered correctly, had morflé but losses were huge on both sides. Saymar still wondered what was the interest of fighting naked when he looked at the number women's bodies (and not ugly and more) which lay there. He recognized some of them were visiting the camp.
He spat in disgust so many died for nothing. In the end the Burgan were not so wild as that, they were just different. The liudmarkiens had very nearly surprised them with the mist. They had been warned that an hour before their arrival. The men's leader, the lions had to absorb the initial charge with no real preparation. Snakes and panthers were the only other tribes present. The others were still on the road across the river but from the False first echoes, they had to fight too. Still, it is still the other comb ass knight who had come to seek the help Burgan. Saymar initially refused but everyone else had agreed warmly, eager to show their values. They clutched their weapons and ran to join the fray. The other nobliau was swollen, he had refused to fight fellow countrymen, saying that his presence alone would be enough to stop the fighting. Saymar would have kicked his ass for him to go alone in front. Finally they were gone, and the confrontation had turned into a massacre.

Panthers Women wearing white shawls covering their hair and shoulders. They had painted tears on their faces. He saw a head support Burgan who watched the mass of bodies. This idiot had insisted to fight when he was clearly unfit after his little demonstration the previous week. All as mad as each other to go after death. He cut the last finger and put the ring in his pocket after searching the pockets of the corpse mechanically. It would take much hanging a good one tonight anyway Anna sulked because he had refused to take it part in the fighting, she had gone of course but still wanted him for wanting to protect her. " Bah! .
- S.. Saymar?
A body moving near him, held out a hand. The guy had a nasty head wound and put a Saymar Pilton time to recognize him under the blood stain the face.
He squatted hastily
- Frérot? Eh beh, you've done well messed up. You want me to go for help? He gently tata skull, an injury ugly, Pilton had lost one eye may be but it would survive.
- Aaah. Stop. My brother ...
- Yes?
Pilton continued his sentence without addressing anyone in particular.
- ... is ... is ... dead at ten ... ten fucking years.
Saymar thought for a moment, he was delirious Pilton or he was trying to explain something? The latter closed his eyes for a moment, sucking air greedily as if gathering his forces.
- Why all this masquerade brother then?
- I ... I was lost. I knew what to do anymore, they ... they all wanted something. I was so tired. Tired. You looked nice and then you were ... in the shit.
Saymar laughs.
- It is clear that I was up to his neck, you got me out of a famous mess and worry you'll get out of it. he says, patting his shoulder, ready to get up to fetch help.
- ... but you're just junk. If I had known.
Saymar stopped his gesture, his eyes went cold and he put his hand to his dagger.
- You know what you're saying, bro. You've taken a nasty blow, tomorrow you will have forgotten all that.
- No ... no. Pilton sobbing now. We must prevent them. We must tell them that you're not a hero.
Saymar had a hard time understanding among all those tears but still he wondered if the man had become completely delusional or con. He could get out, his injury did not seem fatal, why threaten it? It was really the last thing to do.
- Sleep bro, I'll be fine.
He gently thrust the dagger into the lower back, slowly slide the blade between two vertebrae, almost lovingly.
- Good night bro, glad to have met you. He
rose and felt a lump in his throat. Decidedly, he really needed a drink.

The next day, the scouts announced the arrival of a second army, the motion for battle Saymar awake and hungover. The Burgan were all still gathered to mourn, most face was drawn and eyes downcast. The knight machine arrives, looking dapper despite the scars that barred his face. He was so proud of her new horse. He saluted him, fixing his eyes milky, how kind he was to see. Saymar shuddered. I do not think we should worry, they are men of the kingdoms South Liudmarkiens not. They were also likely to pursue them. With the consent of Arnulf, I intend to carry me to meet them with a delegation, you are?
Saymar looked prohibited:
- To fuck what?
- Because you are perhaps the only one here to avoid another bloodbath?
- Why you are not you went yesterday, see Liudmarkiens?
- A little voice told me to do anything with it.
Saymar stared at him a moment whether this was an attempt at humor or sheer madness. "Terah this guy! "thought he explains.
- The next time you hear voices, ask me, I knock you down with pleasure.

They were gone so they came under heavy guard in a command tent mounted a hurry. The biggest surprise of the day was to find Commander Mark. The man apparently did not waste any time. Strangely it Saymar welcomed with open arms.
- What a small world! You have succeeded in the Burgan you were going, it's fantastic! I arrive never understand how you fare.
Saymar looked wickedly for a moment, wondering if the man was mocking him.
- Me neither. he answered simply clip without laughing.
The other moron had scoffed Saymar and wondered what game he was playing really.
The negotiations were mainly carried out by Guylhom and deeply bored throughout. After the exchange of good times, the Burgan demanded the right of way to find a "virgin bloody . Mark looked oddly:
- You've heard talked about the princess?
The savage stood up more as soon as he translated the answer, he demanded an interview with it and got angry face of answers Mark polite and prudent. Saymar left. All this looked more.
When the time came to separate, Mark came to see.
- Princess wishes you encounter. When I told him my report, she expressed great interest in these men and women who fought in its name.
- She's here?
- No, it is safe to Pylos, but it was only a week's walk.
Saymar shrugged vaguely answering yes. He later returned to camp.
He passed among some frank commonly installed, the bent knee and hip prominent against a pile of wood. Decidedly some dressed as men posing as prostitutes. He knew that some were talking behind his back, some would not have said no to him by his favors cons did not care, he thought only one.

It was late but Burgan continued their vigil. The instruments were silent but women continued to sing. Sometimes they replied with a serious and plaintive cry that echoed through the valley long after the singing has ceased. He lives
gently light up the night while the funeral pyres were lit. Shades of orange rose to the heavens and began to fight the darkness.
- It's beautiful. Anna joined him, quietly. She was barefoot.
- Yes.
- They agreed that ours are burnt with their warriors. Pilton will be in good company.
She took his hand.
- They are beautiful to walk half naked, they still have more decency than ourselves. When we live by them can not help but respect them. It's sad for them, they have lost much of their past and for not much.
- Sad? You?
- Bah, you know what I mean.
- Why must you be so sweet sometimes? So nice to me and so hard with others?
- I'm not a bully. he took offense.
- No, indeed. But you know being so remote that I sometimes wonder if you live in the same world as ours.
- I never really wanted to live in this world. Why you go away?
- What? She laughs. Leave? Where?
- The islands of summer! You and me, let their wars and their gods.
- You're crazy!
Her eyes sparkled that she was beautiful.
- Of course I am! Have you ever dreamed of seeing the sea?
- but of course ... If
- So? Let's get started!
- We can not let others. They depend on us, on you.
- I do not care of others ... I
- I do not.
He swallowed, would he be obliged to tell him? To kneel, to beg in front of her?
- You're one of those heads, it looks like a kid.
His white smile broke out, he saw only himself.
- That's the impression I sometimes meet you I am no longer a kid and I like it.
She looked into his eyes.
- Say me.
- What?
- That you love me.
- Of course I love you.
- Not like that. You really love me?
He hesitated a moment, remembering that night when she told him "you want me , Saymar, more than anything else. I haunt your nights, I'll beat your heart and you're ready to take the risk of dying for me. . He looked around him. There was nothing here for him. The war ended, he would have no home, the worse it might take him a halter for robbery.
- Yes. I love you. I love you more than this fucking life, I prefer to peg out twenty After losing you. You know. Wives me.
She took his hand, the angelic face, her eyes gleaming and stood up on tiptoe to kiss him on the mouth. It also looked like a little girl "he said.
He finally knelt and asked her hand and while everyone was crying it was the happiest of men.

They had all agreed to accompany them, and then free the others that remained. He had thought that the knight was leaving his immaculate dead eyes from their sockets when he announced his departure to marry. The Chief Burgan him once he understood what it returned with laughed and had struck him a slap on the back. It would still have the mark. They walked cheerfully away from fighting. Haytor care of everything now, to scout around among other things, Saymar had not head it. He held Anna's hand and whispered sweet words in his ear and some other crap on it but also made her laugh so much. He loved when she laughed.
He expected that Laura take the bad news, but instead she came to see him with a big smile. " I'm so happy for you boss. You're two earned. And then you must confess something. Haytor and I would also like you to marry. The same day that you would be honored. This big booby too shy to ask you himself. .
Saymar nodded absently. He looked at Anna, pick flowers. Amazing how things can amaze any cons. Each evening, they spent hours talking and kissing. Saymar sometimes tried to go further, reach under his linen shirt but she did not let himself do. She insisted on waiting for marriage and basically that he did not care, just to have near him was enough.
They came to Varest after two good weeks, Liudmarkiennes troops had deserted long before their arrival but were still greeted as a hero. Saymar advantage of this surge of good faith on the part of the people to reap the maximum benefit of its meager resources. All this passed like a dream, time spent at breakneck speed, the days he had marched without printing anything but he knew that he lived fully. The ceremony of marriage cons seemed far too long and are rather simple, they left the next day to the islands of summers and he was moved especially to see Anna in a white satin gown that highlighted her red hair and tanned complexion. Haytor and Laura were married after them and caught himself Saymar even have a larmichette the corner of the eye when they said yes. The wedding night came and he found himself having sweaty palms when they entered the room rented for the occasion. It was decorated with flowers and messages saucy set up by the free care. Anna bit her lower lip when she pulled her dress. He dared not move, some trepidation and tormented him for a moment he wondered if she had not hidden a knife in his back. He could then discover that he was nothing when he stroked the backs of his fingers. She undressed slowly as he discovered her body with his lips and hands. She squirmed and moaned when he touched her crotch. He had never felt anything like this before with any other woman, she was soft and warm, ready for him already but he did take pleasure, delighting in his fingers that feeling like no other. She stretched and stood under his caresses her breasts pointing to his mouth. He chewed the nipples and eventually penetrate it, a little too eagerly, perhaps. It was not a virgin but frankly it would fun. She greeted him with pleasure and they budge in unison. He came to she, too fast for his taste but she learned quickly to bring her into it. He did not know how lasting their antics but he wished they would never cease.
He did not know either what frightened him. She cried for a moment as he took her for the third time. She struggled, he thought at first to a game, holding him by the waist but she looked at him without seeing him and pushed hard, struggling with his feet. She stood up against a table in a panic.
- No!
She looked for a moment, naked and covered in sweat and smell.
- Bastard ! Bastard! You raped me.
- Anna chhut calm down. It's me Saymar. I'm here, I love you.
- You killed him! You killed him! You're a bastard, you laughed, you laughed.
He came close to her and surrounded the shoulders of his arm. He realized that he knew nothing of his past and was not nearly as rosy as it had imagined. He kissed her hair.
- Shhhh. I'll be fine. Everything will be alright. You need time. A frank
had forgotten a pair of scissors on the spot, he had not seen until he feels to stick in her belly and replant them again. He gasped.
He wanted to beg him to say he loved her but the shock prevented him from uttering a word.
- No! No! No! she cried every time.
He had something wrong but it broke. A small voice saying "You beg me to kill you on their knees in exchange for a single night with me. I promise! . He did not beg. No, he did not beg. Why? His head banged
soil and darkness engulfs.

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The Avenger - Chapter 27. Thibaut - Man Roland.

!! SPOILERS - Do not read this chapter if you have not read the above. !!

A chapter easy to write but emotionally difficult to complete. This is the final chapter of Thibaut, the first character that I finish. A twinge of sadness and humor to the bottom of socks. And to think that all this was written because of a foggy morning.

Music Inspiration: Hans Zimmer - Injection.

Chapter XXVII. Thibaut - Man Roland
He wondered if the horned god had come to welcome him on earth. The fog was so thick that could not see twenty yards. Yet, he galloped straight ahead, on the lines burgannes. He heard them, their drums sounding constantly accompanied by what he knew horns. Thibaut was confident the Burgan were too proud to mount an ambush and there was no fog or crush them.

He heard the pounding of hooves all around and behind him. A racket of hell, and yet he saw only the riders who stood beside him, the others were as ghostly shapes that appeared sometimes before disappearing back into the curtain of fog. Leaning on the neck of his horse, his highly bacinet Shaken, he thought back to the bitter past few weeks.

Everything, everything had failed due to a single person: Orlamünde Forcefer. A grain of sand that had swept all royal. This beautiful dog was instilled fear in the heart of the best disciplined army of the civilized world. Half the men had witnessed the killing of the prince and half the nobility. What to do against an enemy they can neither see or touch? Theo did not answer and he believed that the campaign was a failure.
It should not be alone in the case because most noble survivors had withdrawn their troops, they returned to the country or to Valars. Those who remained had been arguing for control of the army which would not help in any way the moral of it. Discipline was relaxed and there was not much. He tried to put that time used to understand the motivations of Roland. The latter observed a silence and smiled slightly disturbing contrast to his usual.
- You know her? Thibaut asked one evening when they drank wine under the stars.
- Not personally ... "he replied absently.
- Sometimes I the impression that you hate her, she gave you something?
- Ah because she gave you that you do nothing? She comes to destroy every chance of winning this war .
- I'm not talking about that
Roland's eyes blazed
- What do you care, kid.
- I worry.
- Worried? What difference does it make? I do not want your pity. My entire family was massacred by Forcefer. One day they will pay.
- Ah ... I'm sorry.
- Sorry, that's all you can do, I would not have been there you'd still be sorry to Montveilh in a dungeon. I spent years working out, plan to spy on the court, to get closer to them to uncover their faces marked by infamy. Years he contemplated ...
the sparkling of the drink in his cup.
- Who are you? Really? You're not the son of the Bishop of Rochefaud is not it?
- Not really, even if the old man bent with good comedy.
- So?
- What?
- Who are you?
- Mèle you this that you look.
- You, you know everything about me.
- For what it is to say there 's a nobliaux.
- Fuck you.
Roland smiled for a moment thought he had found his Thibaut friend.
- Roland Lapert to serve you, then it is rather you who should do .
It was comedy, getting up and making a bow, elbow raised as if holding a long silky wrapper.
- Stop the bullshit! Go tell it to me.
They laughed and drank a little, mocking the new character of Roland. He had not expected to never see him again. The next day, Roland had disappeared, he had won its package without leaving any trace. Nobody knew where he had disappeared. Only two hours later realized that Thibaut Luclin also missed the call. He realized how he had seen as a giant piece of furniture that accompanied him everywhere. A poignant sense of loneliness swept over him. Those he thought were his friends had disappeared, they left without him. Returning to his tent, he collapsed on his bed and discovered a note under the pillow. " kid, go home. Roland friendships. "
He envisioned a moment, to find what remained of his family, cry a little in the arms of his mother and tighten Sorj and Eliana in her arms. Then he went to the air and there he saw his men, then men of Frida. It is for her and they continued fighting. Some of them had wives and children they wanted to return and yet they were still there, for the honor. Something that nobody could take them away. He could not decently back to Frida cover of dishonor, it would not accept it. He had to rest and watch what he was capable.
It was a few days since we announced a column burganne coming straight for them. That morning, when he arrived at headquarters, there were only two nobles who looked into lapdog, all others had fled, and probably these two women were only waiting to see which of them would remain the longest. He decided to take matters in hand.
" must meet them, there's nothing left for us here. "

is an army six times smaller than its arrival which left the outskirts of Pylos, leaving behind a vast majority of his stuff. The plain was strewn with garbage, tents collapsed and siege weapons abandoned. Thibaut sent messengers to request reinforcements or Telon Valars whether to go that far, hoping that the troops Would there to hear his appeal. The first reports of scouts reported a massive enemy army, stretched for miles. Jumper harassing their right flank tirelessly but the losses were enormous. Nearly half of the scouts did not fit the mission, making each mission more difficult to find volunteers. They had barely put the camp's first day as the news arrived.
King Kylios I had crossed the Synd and heels. It changed the deal, he could not decently in combat with the enemy in the back. Yet he was reluctant to flee. He wanted at all costs avoid the clash with the Southerners, if they acknowledged this could be catastrophic for his daughter, worse if caught would be hanged as a traitor. You had to go forward, pushing through the lines burgannes, join the main army with a victory and allow the southerners to cope with remnants of barbarians. He looked at the candle wavered over maps, he would write a farewell letter? No, they would succeed, he must have liver in their business.

flag flapping in the wind. He Burgan asked if had been warned of their arrival or not.
The air was cold and wet, exhilarating. Thibaut wondered why Roland was gone. Was it really the last descendant of Lapert? In this case, Thibaut had he been an instrument of revenge for him? It was much truth in everything he had lived? He shook hands on the hilt of his sword, he must be clean mind. Kill some Indians would do him good. The flanks of his horse were covered with scum, they should not be far now. The scouts had said two kilometers. Suddenly got up and spat forms of projectiles. Men fell on both sides. Some form had been crushed under the hooves of horses.
He realized that the horse next to him had no rider and began to slow.
" Do not slow down, do not falter!"
He hounded his best horse and suddenly he pricks. Yes, they were waiting, suddenly there was the shock. He split the enemy ranks, pushing the body, breaking down under the hoofs of his horse, he nearly empty brackets when it reared up, crushing the face of a man with a blow of iron.
The chaos of battle grew louder as the din of drums. Other men joined in the fray, pushing the Warriors Burgan. "Rather dead than Frida! "cried you it but he did not hear the answers. Were they ever so little? He spun around on his horse himself, pushing his sword and his shield the arms were outstretched. His horse was given a hatchet in the side and swerved to a stop gently. "Not now, go on, go I beg you" begged Theo. But the horse felt life leaving him, he snorted a bit and stumbled. He folded his legs and began to lie. The enemy had drawn back to leave room for the beast which leaves time for Theo to remove. He cast a glance around. Alone. Completely alone in the midst of this mass of humanity hostile. And then he began to hear above the din. " Chou Ho Ha! . The infantry arrived, finally! The Burgan ployèrent under their charge and began to recede. Thibaut scrap again, the fog prevented to know where to go. One shoved the Burgan and went his way without even trying to fight it. Another stumbled in front of him and had a look of astonishment when he planted Thibaut his sword into his belly. He suddenly realized that their soldiers fought alongside him and then others joined them. They walked together, regroup. Everything was still possible.
Women half naked out of the mist in hooting. They impaled the man left Thibaut launching short spears. Some men drew back, surprised by these demons. But they were not wearing armor, they came against the spears impale liudmarkiennes. Falling one after the other, trying to avoid the blades to be mowed down by another. Most now writhed on the floor wearing deep cuts torso or legs. The soldiers hesitated a moment before the finish, only for a moment and they planted their spears in the body. Pinning these moths that died in a sharp gasp. Then rained arrows and darts, causing considerable damage in the ranks. A cry was quickly taken up: "Poison! . The men approached, sticky shields to each other, each trying to protect his neighbor while the men hit the ground convulsed, her eyes rolled back.
Wall shield helped cut losses. The bullets came crashing into it in " Pocs " barely audible compared the incessant beating of drums. The Burgan
fleeing the fighting ranged like the plague. A reason, nobody could beat Liudmark on this ground there. But they were not helpless, they used the terrain and fog to their advantage, coming suddenly out of nowhere to kill one or two soldiers before fleeing. Not once, they had stopped this infernal music, guiding Thibaut and his men to their camp. A roar sounded
before them, the spears were placed in ear, ready to accommodate any load.
"Go Thibaut, a little ! "He repeated. Burgan
Annihilate the center, their settlement, forcing them to scatter and then join the troops on the other side. The Saints could well make it possible. He hoped that other groups were diversion on the side as expected.

Then he pricks, another wave of Burgan, accompanied by men and women who were not. They were armed with short swords and pitchforks. What were they doing in the middle of the wild? Thibaut beckoned his men to slow down. He could not believe his eyes but he looked the armor was recognizable. A spotless knight of Saint-Royan, what was he doing here?
At this point, Thibaut realized he had made the wrong choice. The Saints themselves, repudiated its action. He had no time to say anything or even to hope that a dialogue was initiated and the melee of men died. Short swords were devilishly effective to cut the poles and spears, forks, they served to flatten the ground. The Burgan them threw their heavy axes, most planting himself in the wood shields in some splitting. Thibaut
received a blow on the head, his helmet enclosing the bulk of the shock but he remained an instant rang. He began to mumble, "Sorry, sorry." His weapon trailed at the end of his arm and he walked toward the white armor which was all his childhood dreams. A spade is stuck in his groin, folding it in half in shock. A kick him from behind but the fatal shot did not come. He felt the blood flow through a sudden and wet his shoes.
He lay there, the men stepped over and fell around him. His men. He began to hear other cries. " Retreat! Stand back, all is lost! "but he did not realize what that meant.
The sky cleared, the Saints were really in the game. He had no strength to raise their hands to protect the eyes of the first rays of sun. A Southern man obviously found him delirious and talking to himself half an hour later. Thibaut was livid, his eyes rolled back almost battled to stay open, the blood formed a pool around him and he believed that his bladder was also released. Anyway, he no longer felt his legs.
Man, big, nose too long and the hair falling over her eyes and leaned observed a moment. He smiled warmly
and this made a lot of good to Thibaut.
- A message for a friend?
Thibaut battle, shaking his head, trying to articulate something and show her ring at the same time. There were so many things to say, he did not die.
man had a mocking grin.
- Too bad, should have thought before.
He planted his dagger in his neck, her beautiful blue eyes were cold and emotionless.

It's crazy what you put as time to die, can we have such regrets at this point, this one feels alone. Thibaut gasped, blood filled his mouth and choked him gently. It was worried about it already, pain abandoned, leaving him alone with his last thoughts.
" I come home, mother, Frida said that I love. Told him that I tried that ... tell her I loved her again. You think I shall see papa? You think he shook proud of me? Is Liliana always wants me to have broken her doll? I miss her so much. Sorj too? Mom said you love me huh? Mom? "

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The Avenger - Chapter 26. Arnulf "Twisted-Rabbit" - The duel

A chapter written fairly quickly, and Arnulf Saymar have always easier. :) A fight
necessary for a chapter that was not really. Strangely I drag myself, I'm afraid approach the end, I let my characters have a little time before the big jump. This chapter thus marks the end of the penultimate round, I attack the finish line soon.

photo Erlend?

Music of Inspiration: Mike Oldfield - Tubular Bells / Corvus Corax - Furatum Alci Provinciam

Chapter XXVI. Arnulf "Twisted-Rabbit" - Duel
burganne The army snaked over tens of kilometers. From the air, it would resemble a gigantic serpent. Indeed it was the tribe that took care of snakes recognition today. Their small size advantage over the marshland and allowed them to fare better deal with ambushes enemy. They avoided any direct confrontation, their light cavalry harassing their flanks and their foot soldiers were working to sabotage the bridge. Arnulf could not move his men quickly, the column stretched already too. In addition, we had to make many expeditions into the surrounding villages to recover food to all this little world. Not to mention the Southern ...

The glittering knight assured him they were not a threat, they just wanted to enjoy Protection burganne as the iron men were close. Arnulf could not see them as allies and he railed about having to feed them without receiving anything in return. According to Knight, they had appointed the warriors of the princess, in connection with a princess of kingdoms further south who had been abducted by the men of iron. Arnulf had of course asked if the virgin bloody could be that same person but since nobody knew where it was it was not much more advanced. His army was channeled southward to what he thought was an enemy force important. The southerners were strange people, they drink to your heart without having anything to celebrate the next day and hung livid at the bottom of column with the beasts, splashing through the mud. They still managed to attract the sympathies of the tribe of panthers, Alwin told him that it was mainly due to the warriors who accompanied them and also some men. Mix a little blood Burgan would not hurt. He had slept with her recently, she had not hidden his desire to him when she knew superbly advances of other warriors. She also knew it had left to do that through weakness and not by love.
This does not seem to embarrass her, maybe she had need of carnal and savage as it was and they made love. Maybe it was just because she wanted him to stay strong and that he needed this outlet to brave the trials of recent times? Why he felt so guilty then?
warriors do not generally deprived themselves to violate or take mistress, it was part of the business as much as combat. In addition, Alwin was not anyone's status prevented him from taking her husband and then in the end it had raised its seed. She understood better than could ever do and yet his wife, yet he believed in the unique and steadfast love. He was so proud but she was not there and could not understand the evil that was eating, he should already have killed for that. Kill again and again, until the faces of known and unknown dead come visit us at night and exact revenge. Today is not different, it would still be a face to add to the crowd that awaited the premises of sleep.
Irkan. The young man was sowing discord, arguing that Arnulf was no longer able to lead, it became soft and weak. The young man had many qualities but he tended to forget his place and ran after the honors too. His sharp tongue had already done too much harm. The men began to doubt their leader, they do not understand why they did not kill the prisoners, why the crusade to the south turned into interminable long walk and why they avoided the fight. He shrugged his shoulders, no matter if they understood or not but they had to obey. Today Irkan had the opportunity to prove his value and he would not dare pass up, he had to keep alive. Arnulf, however, considered that the young man had little chance to win, he had too little combat experience and friendly duels that he had done nothing equaled in a fight to the death.
However, his opponent was younger, more agile and could very well outweigh its strength. Arnulf then envisaged the defeat for a moment. He shook hands and handed it to him. "Your eyesight! "He muttered. Thirty-six years. This is the first time he was planning to grow old quietly. His father kept repeating when he was young: " The best you can hope for is to leave before your children. " Her children, Arnulf had never seen them live and he wanted to do, see them laugh and carry them in his arms. The gods they let the opportunity to see them grow? He was determined, he would kill ten as Irkan if necessary.

is a timid sun that greeted the duel. Long black clouds streaked the sky, giving it a dark color like a sunset. Arnulf already sweating, cold drops fell from her armpits. The Burgan formed a wide circle around them. The silence was heavy, the moment was serious and only a neutral and impartial tribe designated by the parties involved had the right to play during the fight to prevent cheating or influence from the clans involved. By mutual agreement, the choice was the tribe of Serpents, Arnulf had even given the mission to scout the Panthers today. He did not want qu'Alwin is present and can react if things go wrong. They were too close and intervention on his part could mean a clan war. Y'avait it here and then Y'avait fear she died, leaving their child alone.
He flexes its muscles, her eyelids twitched a bit of sleep deprivation.
Irkan through the crowd and stood facing him. His body was coated with oil and he wore war paint. Snakes began to play their ties to flutter clear sound accompanied by wooden xylophones. Irkan smiled and greeted his audience, makeup cursive which surrounded the eye made him look more terrifying and at the same time allowed to distract the opponent.
Arnulf does not take offense, he just says that the oil would make the fight a bit more sporty, it would have to move fast to get to keep a grip on a slippery fish.
They began to turn around, all eyes are crossed, each trying to guess who would make the first move. Arnulf
moving crab, arms ready to embrace his enemy, he refused the ritual knife, persuaded him not to need it. This would have disrupted, with his strength he was not accustomed to fighting with weapons so small. His opponent, him, held him at arm's length, slightly elevated, ready to dive over. Suspecting that patience was not the highlight of the young man he awaited the first attack, his bare feet feeling the ground beneath his feet. The serious faces around them became blurred as it was focusing on his opponent. The minutes seemed like hours, the two men breathed quietly but their forehead was adorned with drops of sweat.
Irkan lunged suddenly missing Arnulf surprised by a direct blow to the heart. It retreated hastily, collecting a cut in the process. Thus, the young man tried to get it over quickly, it did not take unnecessary risks and do not seek to prolong the suspense. He may be smarter than he looked where he had received advice from wiser than him.
The sky was covered with more and more, giving the scene an air of doom. The spectators held their breath, many people were perched on bales of straw to see better. Irkan attacked again, this time down, he grabbed the hand Arnulf but the oil made the decision slippery and he could not stop the arm in time. Already two notches, one torso, one on the bicep, it was a lot for a first pass weapon, especially since this kind of injury fine itched every time he moved.
The young man attacked again, decided not to take the battle to push his advantage and forced Arnulf to avoid his shots one after the other, often narrowly.
It continued to bide his time, he received more and more cut and even received a much more serious side but when the moment seemed propitious it veered onto the side, grabbed the hair of the young man and shot him a sharp blow, ripping a bunch. Sacred attributes to his tribe, the other could not help but get excited and tried to spit on the offensive.
- You're too concerned about your appearance, child, all your jewels will never transform into a rhino lion.
- Yet it should not be much to the lions to become slugs, grandfather .
whole clan of Lions stiffened at the insult, some carrying their weapons in hand.
Irkan, hateful, did not even seem have noticed the commotion he had caused. He attacked again and again covering his opponent other stripes, he even managed to touch the face by grabbing the beard of Arnulf. He had managed to push his arm just in time before sending a great knee against his thigh.
The young man was more cautious now that he was limping slightly. Blood covered the face of Arnulf, forcing him to wipe his eyes from time to time.
It began to rain and Arnulf thanking the gods. He felt better, the rain cleaned the blood and also allowed him to satisfy the thirst that tormented him. He smiled, the sleeping lion had finished his nap. He threw a few fakes
, attacking the right to launch his left arm. He had already managed to break her opponent twice but not yet in the grip firmly. The gods were on his side, he was certain. He drew more and more cautious now Irkan preferred retreat. The circle of spectators opened before them, the music was light and seemed to give a grade metal drops of rain.
one headline, Arnulf struck his shoulder holding the knife and took the element of surprise and struck a resounding slap the young man. The rain became more dense, water flowing in narrow trenches in the mud beneath their feet. Arnulf Barefoot had an advantage on a wet and muddy. Irkan flank attack, attempting to circumvent the right. Weakened, slipping, he was too slow. Arnulf welcomed its move to better able to grab the young man. The knife plunged into his side, he just hoped he did not touch any vital organ and clenched teeth, growling, twisted the necks of the young man that he had not seen fit to oil. He lifted from the ground, he sent back a young man crashed into him on the ground now that the fist was still holding the weapon. Irkan touched the ground in a crunch while his wrist was broken and he let slip a dagger into the mud. Combative, he tried as best they could post up in the face of Arnulf but it no longer played.
He shook his grip on his foot and saw Irkan fly again, sending him crashing face in the mud and slide over one meter. Sounded a bit it did not have time to recover Arnulf was already on it, grabbing it by the hair and pulling her head back.
- Declares package, without becoming a clan and promises never to return to earth burganne and you will live. What
for Burgan was worse than Arnulf's death but was reluctant to shed the blood of his people. Muddy face, the young man coughed and spat, revealing his white teeth in a grin.
- Die old.
Arnulf was happy to see that he behaved like a true Burgan before death. He grabbed the head Irkan under his arm and whispered:
- You're a brave man, I'd rather have you as my son as an enemy. Keep a place for me with the gods.
- Me not .
He shortened the agony by crushing his nose in the face. Qu'Irkan the last look at him was a thank you before the pain does so hiccup and turn our gaze to the heavens that he alone could see.
Snakes had stopped playing, he looked sullen faces around. Nobody was happy, a man, a warrior, a brother, a friend had died. His leadership role is no longer disputed for a time but he paid dearly for his victory. The adrenaline was gone, leaving him reeling, weakened. He refused the outstretched hands of his men and limped to his tent. He had lost much blood, how could he fight. The gods would they abandon it now?
Alwin was waiting outside her tent, she quickly slipped under his arm and helped him to enter.
- How Co ... ?
- You really thought I was not aware of?
- But you did not come to see?
- I know the rules just like you, and I prefer to let the grumpy old lions do what they want, they always come back home.
- Thanks.
He loved this woman, he realized. He touched her breast, a smile.
- Hands off the old, you're not ready.
- I'm not that old.
- You have white hair.
- Oh ...
- What will we do now?
- It continues to the south. The gods guide us, otherwise I would not have won today. We will find out this bloody virgin.
She smiled.
- If I was not aware of your antics, I could believe it's you.
- I have mine so bad?
- Terrible, you'd see a goat eaten by wolves. she said, kissing her. A tear rolled down her cheek.
- Are you crying?
- To see you alive, old fool.
- my wife ...
- Shhhh. She put a finger on her lips and then went upstairs.
never thought he would still have the energy for it, and yet he was not sure which of the two most tired one at that wild ride. He fell asleep just after a dreamless sleep and left him dead quiet.

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The Avenger - Chapter 25. Guylhom - Rude awakening

Gradually we are getting closer to the end, much to cram into one chapter. Difficulty also put together all these little bits of texts written over the routes. More and more connections between the characters as complex as writing the chapters, do not say too much and do not forget that whatever happens there will not influence only one point of view.

Music Inspiration: Cultus Ferox - Sarah

Chapter XXV. Guylhom - Rude awakening
- Mother?
- Guylhom, hang up my child.
- I'm not made for that mother. I want to go. Where are you?
Guylhom could not see it but he felt its presence.
- Thou canst not my son. You no longer belong, you have a mission.
- If you like mom, I miss you so much.
- Thou must suffer still my son, I'm sorry, feel good.
- Mother, help me!
- my little
... He knew she was crying and he would cry too if it was not too bad.

pain, he had never known so strong. She drummed to his temples. Or maybe it was the music Burganne. " Music? "It's a big word for this deafening din that accompanied them from morning till night: drums, horns, flute and saints only knew what else. Never stopped they not? Not a moment's rest, he began to hate the Burgan same night the guards were still the way to play an instrument. For weeks he lay now, his arms still bound behind his back, ostensibly to prevent him from scratching his face but he was and remained a prisoner even though his face scratched indeed atrociously. The alarm had yet been much more difficult.

He screamed and laughed like a madman when he could no longer screaming. And Bam and Bam Bam and that continued outside the drums or maybe it was his head would burst. His mind was clouded even more sure it was him crying. Maybe it was another wounded. He kept screaming and he wanted him to shut up but he could not speak. He had a bad dog, his mouth is constantly filled with hot liquid and ferrous. " SHUT UP! "but he did think that the two bursts pain. We kept him on the spot but he did not see that, maybe he was just too weak? A squeaky voice and strong yet imposed itself.
- Come out fool, you've done enough damage like that! The shape
entered and drove in another before going to sing. Meanwhile the other garish did not shut his mouth. They complete on behalf of the Saints!
He was hot or cold shoulder, he no longer knew his body was shivering he was certain. Does it hurt, especially his head, he would have sworn was ready to explode, and it was pulsating drumming. Maybe were what those damned Indians and their music.
Why was it so dark? A man nearly choked him " That's impossible! "
squeaky voice said
- The gods alone decide what is possible or not. What seems impossible is really to be as pale as you. Get out of here before I cleaned the wound, it will be worse .
Man does not tell him twice. What was she talking wound? Was there any talk of him or the other?
He offered also just another? Anyway it was time to take care of him. He tried to grin but the pain made him faint. He woke up and still singing the old. As if he needed it. He wanted him to be quiet intimate but failed to produce a single sound.
He woke up several times and then fell unconscious. He seemed to have less pain or maybe it was just used it. One moment he realized that he put a bandage around his head, itch and he wanted to discuss but stunned by the pain he fell asleep for good this time.

He awoke much later, he could not say how much time had passed but hunger tormented him. The old woman had returned and tried to make him drink water. He failed to utter a word to say what? Thank you for messed up but kept alive?
It was voiceless, voice hoarse, broken to have cried too. It took several visits she finally gave her soup. She also changed the bandages, she was withdrawing those were blood red and only the horrible feeling when the tear off from his face he confirmed that it was his. It did not really know where he was, it was burganne, it was certain but he could not see it well, it was so dark in here. In addition she no longer spoke as if the words cost him too much. One morning a man who entered, he was tall and strong, his beard made him look fierce. He put knee, meant something but choked and wept. The scene was so unlikely that Guylhom thought he had dreamed.

He realized he was blind but he still had this vision capability secondary he did not know what miracle. He knew that barred his eyes sore eyes and nose, he had not yet been able to touch it but he felt other do. The simple act of walking again seemed like a miracle in itself. The Burgan had come to return his armor. Their efforts could not remove coarse bruises that tarnished the luster or the missing pieces on the gorget. His gaze traveled the metal skinned, wondering how anyone could survive such blows. Royan Saint really needed to be at his side. By cons, he had been spared by the snide remarks of Hadera, perhaps his wound had healed her of her madness. The blond man entered and sat cross-legged, he saw an air Guylhom hesitant.
- Me Ah nuf. The man was trying somehow to express themselves in a liudmarkien more than rudimentary.
His accent was terrible and Guylhom could not help him answer Burgan although it had no idea how he had learned the language.
- I understand your dialect, Arnulf .
Man does not seem surprised, just tired.
- I must confess something to a time when my name I thought was ridiculous might change for worse. Some call me the already too proud Arnulf Arnulf soft, Arnulf decline. I do not have forgiveness of my people and your survival. I offer So my life back, but before I want you to listen to me.
Guylhom had little choice and the long period in bed made him eager for company.
- The gods have spoken. Do not make this head there, they did more than talk to you so that you survive the blows of axes. No matter how you call them or the mysteries that surround them, land that rumbles and wakes the gods want me to soothe.
Guylhom moved nervously, he did not know exactly what had happened and was not sure you want to know. Remains that it was inflated from this wild talk theology when he saw probably still an act of God at every clap of thunder in the sky.
- survival Burgan and perhaps your own people is at stake An army stepped on our land, killing everything in its path. Men like you!
- Aelor? Aelor you saw?
The man handed her a moment and put his hand in a short ax hanging at his side before changing his mind.
- Seen? No, but many of my people died to stop his advance. So many died for nothing, he has achieved his goal and now we are left with much time.
- His goal for what purpose? And then why do you say we? What do I see in all this?
- The gods told me to find the glittering knight.
- And you think I'm that ... glittering knight? All because of the armor?
- There is clearly not the armor. You killed nearly ten Burgan you alone and you survive three ax in the face.
- Whatever you believe, I am no longer able to do much now. What qu'Aelor to have in your stories of doom?
- I'm not sure, the shamans say he is trying to kill our gods or take their place. In any case he is fighting Earth-Who Scold and we need to stop before the next winter solstice.
- Your mystic gibberish gives me a headache, which is Earth-Who Scold, how god is wrong?
- This is not a god, a place, the cradle of the gods, the original garden. A sacred, forbidden to mortals.
- The Beyond? This is a forest disaster? The writing is formal.
man raised his head, a grimace distorting his face:
- You really want to go see for yourself?
- I guess not, But you're heading south why? Why attack us while you're supposedly a divine mission to counter a threat in the north?
- I've already said, Southerner, I had to find you. I realized that you were full battle, it was too late for you .... And my quest does not end there.
- Whether you are told the gods about me?
man whispered
- Nothing really useful, the gods seem to mock us. We're just toys in their hands. All I know is I have yet to find a virgin bloody.
- Do it has a special meaning? I mean this blank is not so difficult to find if?
- You do not understand, is a divine mission, I find people marked by the gods themselves. Beings out of the ordinary. Mere mortals can not overcome Aelor.
- You do not believe all the same stories of magic and
... - .... And immortal?
Arnulf looked into his eyes now. Guylhom swallowed.
- It's impossible ...
- The rules of this world are abused. I'd much rather skip all that and stay with my children.
- What will you do then?
- I do not know. My authority is challenged, let live enemies is not a habit burganne, some see it as a sign of weakness, I must first address this problem. I had hoped you would know the virgin bloody.
- my men?
- All those who accompanied you are feasting in the company of gods, the others fled before our arrival. They joined forces more substantial and harass us constantly. Maybe you could talk to them?
Guylhom shook his head.
- I have no authority over these men. How do I ask them to consider you as a friend then you have slaughtered so many of them for decades? How to invoke my clerical status while I obviously been defeated? I can not I'm sorry.
The blond man stood up and pulled a long knife from a sheath attached to his thigh. Guylhom was cringe but he just untie him.
- You'll feel better as well, but beware, Wiley said if she saw you scratching your scars once you ellle sausage again until the end of the world.
- The old woman who took care of me? asked you it by massaging the wrist.
The man laughed.
- Do not call it before it if you value your life. Wiley-Dream-bites which is the shaman of the tribe of the Lions and I am sure she will find a way to end your immortality.
- This is not proven, I'm not the first to survive a head injury.
- Three head injuries, plus you have a sword scar on the plexus.
By reflex, Guylhom, touched the spot, he felt so vulnerable to Burgan. Did they know all about him?
- You're free to go wherever you want, but do not get away camp. The iron men roam.
man greeted him with an intense look before exiting. So he took advantage of the occasion, donned his armor and went out for the first time in ages. What a shock, men and women half naked, exotic animals in pastures. The landscape he was not familiar, the plain was gloomy, rare tufts of grass gray marked the ground every few steps off the ground became more spongy and there were numerous puddles. He wandered for over an hour in the camp, the men gazed strangely and did not meet its signs heads polite. He discovered
while other prisoners, hundreds of civilians were herded into a fenced area. He went to observe them better, the guards would not let him do it. Most of the prisoners seemed to cut down, dirty and wore disparate pieces of armor. "Men a militia or bandits . "Thought he explains. When they saw him, they came and asked his help and blessing. Some hesitated, looking at his face, but most seemed relieved to see a knight of Saint Royan, a public figure to turn to. Burgan guards came on the alert, ready to calm the unrest. Guylhom appeased with a gesture without even thinking that they did not listen. He realized quickly that the two groups did not understand. The prisoners did not know what awaited them and the guards did not know if these men and women represented a real threat. A man, skinny, tall, shoulder length hair, her eyes falling in approached. It was apparently the leader of the gang, two women and a man accompanied him, had no air comfortable even if women had a certain charm. "Especially the younger " thought he explains.
- Prisoner ? the man asked bluntly.
- I'm Guylhom of Liudmark, Knight immaculate ...
- Yeah not bother to bow and scrape, we see a hundred yards who you are.
Guylhom had a hard time understanding the hostility of man, but he decided to try to reassure others who listened.
- The Burgan not want you no harm, they are in search ...
- Like you they have not hurt you?
Guylhom winced and turned to the man
- You?
- What do you care?
The young redhead came up and asked him a hand in the back before turning to Guylhom.
- Do not please him sir, Saymar is feeling awful since it is a prisoner.
- My mood? But what you meddle?
- I do not know you, I do not know how you came into the hands burgannes or what you've been through. I just moved to act as an interpreter for your living conditions are improving. Perhaps you will agree they even let you go?
- In the arms of these jerks liudmarkiens? No thank you.
- You fight liudmarkiens? Why?
A man carrying a large gash said
- These bastards kidnapped the princess Orlamünde.
Saymar raised an eyebrow with an air of wry but said nothing.
- guaranteed My father had nothing to do with it.
- You are the son of that junk?
Saymar had already pulled out a knife and pointed at the throat of Guylhom.
What he saw in the eyes of the man froze, a touch of madness but also fierce determination and a total disdain of life.
- Stop. I am a friend ...
- I have enough friends like that, thank you.
- It's not my case, apparently.
The man suddenly looked amused and relaxed a little pressure of his blade.
- Well, priests are afraid of loneliness now, we've seen everything. What's Your Story?
- It'll be along to tell.
- Yeah, join us tonight with something to drink and no cat piss! We perhaps have to tell our troubles.
He turned away as if nothing had happened. The others smiled, the man was not as hard as it looked or what kind of shrapnel were common here.
Guylhom a moment wondered if he would learn something interesting tonight, they had a relationship with Aelor too? Who knows? He went in search of an alcohol loosen tongues.

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The Avenger - Chapter 24. Orlamünde - Talks

A chapter written little piece by piece as time allows. The end has long been weighed, I had to be sure of the layout of my last chapters, plus the approach end I must be cautious and harder it is to let me go free.
also difficult not to write everything in one go without having the text in front (in transport for example) it takes me sometimes rewrite parts, rearrangement text so that everything is connected properly. I suppose that the chapter will gain fluency over the proofreading is therefore a first draft.

Music Inspiration: Flour Rose - The Dou Ladre Filho / Corvus Corax - La Filha Dou Ladre

Chapter XXIV. Orlamünde - Talks
Orlamünde sat on a stone bench in the gardens overlooking the city wolves. The sun warmed his skin white and she closed her eyes to enjoy its rays. She could not remember the last time she was so calm and serene. She leaned back, resting on his arms, the sun caressing her delicate neck. Birds hopped from branch to branch in the flowering bushes. Spring was here, finally! She smiled gently while a gentle breeze came to the thrill.
She savored this moment of rest because she suspected she would not have another before long even if we were now with onions for her. She was entitled to the most beautiful remains of the city and the wealthy merchants and nobles who had not fled the city were cooling their heels outside his door. Even the wounded were embarrassed to see her now. He had just two words to the enemy to disrupt everyday life.
- Welcome Princess.

How did they know? She had no idea but no way to deny the facts then she noticed his face light up all his companions. She did not know exactly if it gave him any advantage in negotiations. In fact, she did not even want to participate but they all insisted, even the doctor who was terius more than enough to have his assistant make the wounded as anxious and excited. She wanted a little destiny to push forward and never give him a chance to live a normal life.
A maid entered the garden and she sighed, expecting to return to the harsh reality. The

Prince Florian was affable but his eyes made him shudder. He devoured the eye and you would have thought that it was he who had called. She had watched him carefully, looking for a way indicate that it was he who ordered his abduction as she thought, but it obviously did not intend to speak in public. At his side stood a clique of nobles equally puffed up with pride as each other, she was so used to the court her father that she could recognize them from afar. More surprising was the presence of a young man in armor who stared at her with an air of candid and blushed every time she raised her eyes to his side with a beautiful blonde who corresponded almost perfectly with the image that was the handsome prince Orlamünde it should have marry one day. Finally it was in a fairytale. It reminded him that he sang the songs her mother when she was young. Making melancholy, she began to sing:
" Moun pair to me mandado bos
Dins lob bones, pulley bos
Ven passar gay chivalier
D'u poutoun has surprio
Rear Tiretz you chivalier ... "It

is the braided hair, singing a tear at the corner of the eye. He missed his mother, his whole family in fact his father too, despite what he had done. She knew he loved in his own way but she also knew she would be entitled to any mercy from him, no mitigating circumstances. Maybe she could come back and resume a normal life? After all, she was still a virgin in some way. But the king would be willing to take the risk of returning a girl who had disappeared over a year and that no one can vouch?

She sighed and stood up while the maid that she was waiting for a signal to speak. Orlamünde felt the full weight of loneliness. She had no friends here, no one with whom to share things and having experienced a world where it was not a princess made him understand that she had always been alone, terribly alone. The maid was to have twice his age, wrinkled, damaged hair and pulled back too began to turn white, she nodded her head allowing it to speak.
- Preparations for the meeting are completed your majesty. Councillor Jehan asked if you want to inspect before tonight?
- Decline the invitation, tell him that I give him confidence to keep me safe.
She did not even know who was the advisor Jehan. She had not seen a single adviser throughout the seat and yet it seems that the city was filled whether to believe all those who offered his services now. It does not really feared for her life she hoped to have sent a clear message to Prince Florian
- I invite you to talks on neutral ground in a week. Civilians suffer from your unwarranted attack and it is important to resolve this conflict diplomatically.
- Although your status princess seems agreed by all, even if you have not provided any evidence, it is important whether you are speaking of the Kingdoms of the South. At last the king Kylios is still alive. had noted a noble liudmarkien an obsequious tone.
- I speak on behalf of the citizens of Pylos and that should suffice. she replied, dryly.
- You know you're not in a position to demand anything? Had added the prince.
- You know you live only because I granted you permission. Had she replied in a tone of false playful. Men
site had become livid, but the prince who had taken a bit more red color under threat. All they had never occurred to her to use her powers at bay. It was also not safe as it can but the important thing was that they believe in the can.
- In that case why not have done that? asked the blond man with a wry smile.
- Perhaps because unlike some here, I prefer dialogue.
- What do you want? cut the prince.
- As I have earlier, a neutral zone will be prepared at an equal distance from the ramparts and your troops and I think it would be in the interest of both parties to come and discuss a peace agreement. It would be appropriate to restrain your belligerence and come ask us what you really want.
Florian Liudmark did not used to being led by the nose and it showed, he winced more than once during his speech and he seemed to think the chances that it would eliminate any on.
She pretended to leave and added:
- Oh you do not know it that if I knew my father threatened by your troops would be forced to declare war on you. It is therefore appropriate that the bombing stops immediately.
She thought she had made a blunder because the men present understood that Kylios Forcefer was not yet aware that her daughter was alive. Yet there were already had too many witnesses for it to remain a secret for long and nobody had the courage to give the order to exterminate a peaceful mission led by a princess. Probably rightly.

the agreed day, the delegation of Pylos was ready before the main doors. Population came in numbers to attend a historic moment they knew. Wealthy merchants had put all their finery. Orlamünde led the procession in his red satin robe, Captain Jean at his side. This was probably the only man who did not accompany him for his personal benefit, all other boasted to defend areas that they had barely known. One maritime trade, the other imports, the third in cash and so on, even the representative of the people did not seem to have never visited the slums.
It should have been more careful about the composition of the delegation but we did it had not really let the occasion. They reached the tent first, Prince Florian and his followers was not forthcoming as any self-respecting monarch. Orlamünde already enraged and greetings were cold but she was especially surprised when he presented the young captain whom she had seen a week earlier.
- Here Captain Theo Montfaucon
- Montfaucon? They are not vassals of the South?
- They were in effect.
What had happened, then that things have changed so much in the South? The young man had he joined the Liudmark with his family. Other families they had betrayed his father?
was bad news and yet everything went from bad to worse. While she hoped to raise the siege against a simple trade agreement or even by threatening armies of his father, had proved Liudmarkiens greedier than reasonable. They demanded the establishment of an occupying force and in Pylos on the coast, ostensibly to control the flow of steel from the islands in summer. Moreover, they had the nerve to ask for monetary relief for losses during the assaults. Orlamünde was tired, got up and said a cold voice:
- You seem to take better yourself comfortable at the table as a battlefield. It might be appropriate to recall that you are the offenders here.
was silence in the hostile declaration and the prince rose, red-faced.
- I'm sure that Princess REE-an-ge-re will have something to offer that will please both parties. Your family is so rich that it will surely take over this small contribution to peace ...
The blond man, a certain Roland, who accompanied Montfaucon was being picking his nails with a knife as if this did not interest him, yet he raised his head and flung nonchalantly.
- The princess may prefer a .... Commitment to ensure sustainable peace
She did not see coming but it was certain that the man had planned his speech long. She glared at him ready to fight back but the prince is ahead with an evil smile.
- It is certain that the house Liudmark is honored by the proposed alliance between our two families. I am impressed by the gift of yourself to avoid heavy taxes to the people of Pylos which has already suffered too much. I'm sure your father will be more than happy to have so much good news in so little time.
- You are a pig. Is she whispered .
But the damage was done, the majority of his own delegation already considered the idea of marriage as the best solution that would avoid spending a single penny and even better not to levy new taxes against a people already hard hit. They went back more popular than ever and turn the case to their advantage for the people rejoice such a party and forgetting his troubles. We do it not asked his opinion, despite all she had done so because in the end, she was a woman. They expected her to accept without hesitation to save a good agreement between the two peoples that would ensure a consistent flow of money for everyone present.
She looked at the men around her and later, the soldiers liudmarkienne, men and even men, they must have families too. They seemed tired and worried. What did they make this war? Peace would it be more interesting for everyone? Even for her, if Florian Liudmark not match not really his ideal chivalric worst she could meet his father could have married an old noble and just as the prince would have required it to be burned for witchcraft. It was not even certain that his gift comes from one of the Saints, perhaps it was really marked by the horned god.
remained that if his suspicions were justified, the prince was far from being a very commendable and she shuddered at the idea that he could touch. Since Devian had "breached" it could no longer bear the physical contact of a man but in the end the challenge was not really there.
She reflected at full speed, Pylos was what could be closer today over his house and were looking past the shoal. In peacetime it was becoming embarrassing, too loved the people, too powerful and independent to be easily pushed from power, too young and new to the region so that we know what she planned and whether it was a threat or not. For some advisers Pylos it should be as menacing as the army beyond the walls. It bore these less fortunate, was there anyone here who thought the people or that it wanted it? He had to find another way out of this impasse.
His father should not even be aware of the situation there, she could not expect reinforcements and the city was not able to survive other week siege even with his help. She observed the noble
liudmarkiens around the table, dressed in satin and silk, covered with precious stones, a bodyguard for their color back. Even the young traitor had a bodyguard, a kind of muscle imposing mountain, the young man seemed so embarrassed in his presence he was unable to watch it. In the end, only man blond, Roland, denoted by what is a commoner like him among the great? She began to think that if she could eliminate the whole gang in front of her, the enemy would be left without command.
She nodded to Captain John, who leaned forward to hear what she had to say.
- Protects my body, whatever the price, take it all men and bring him to town when I finish. Is she whispered .
He hesitated, "all men" meant the bodyguards of the other advisers as well, leaving them helpless, but it was enough faithful to obey. He made a discreet nod and went back into position behind her. She leaves her
immaterial being run out of it for the first time this separation was not due to anger or pain but a simple desire on his part.
It fluttered in the banneret banneret, shaking up the heart of the first total shutdown, they hoquetèrent and collapsed. As head of the table, the guards at first believed to discomfort but when the head of the third knocked the table down dead, they understood. She then cut the flat of his hand, accelerating the work, excluding flesh like a sword through butter. Men fell like flies screaming. She put an end to many lives in his back while John cried
- For the Princess! That the blood flows.
Roland was the first to stand up and organize the troops. The other nobles were running for their lives, the bodyguard hesitated between fleeing or staying to fight this invisible enemy. They began to remove the prince, the young master being responsible for his protection while the other scatters. Roland grabbed a soldier by the collar and told him the militia of Pylos in a circle around his body. The city councilors cried, some called at the end of the massacres, others were stunned on their chairs to watch the carnage, she saw even a flee to the city by rolling up his robes. She wanted to catch
Prince but it was too far away, she could not reach it.
- JEAN! I beg you, my door closer.
She silently begged and screamed with all her might, throwing a cold wave to his patron. The man seemed to look at her a moment into his eyes and swallowed before launching his men
- Wear there, follow me!
And they went bravely to meet the enemy. Liudmarkiens soldiers began to arrive, although most remained undecided, too fearful to fight witchcraft with steel.
one leap forward, she caught the prince, she had the feeling of grabbing her soft silk garment but perhaps it was his own skin. She drew a sharp blow back. The pig had thought he was big as a vulgar tossed twig. The men who accompanied him turned in all directions, seeking the assailant without success.
She cried all his frustration
- Die carrion!
The man's eyes widened liquefy and his face, his skin slipped revealing the bone. He cried of course and most of the spectators watched helplessly as he was cut to pieces.
She laughed and cried together, she was jubilant as she disgusted herself so much savagery. Turning around she saw that his men battled farm, many had already given their lives against the enemy and they would take longer. Advisers survivors themselves, took their legs to their necks, some being pinned at full speed by rafters. So much the better, these opportunistic burst as it would give them a lesson. She began to the task, it was time to save John and his men.

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