More please!

stupid lag posting!

Awesome story so far! I check back every 30 minutes hoping there will be more...

Awesome story so far! I check back every 30 minutes hoping there will be more...

Double post everyones doin it!

tag bump! <waits for more>

/looks at watch

we've got like multiple parts in the works..


Rharan has more, me, Dartel, me.. Predian..


its coming honest!!!

The Lord's blessings were upon them in their journey, it seemed. The travel across the Pennines was uneventful, and the small force, moving double-time at Rharan's insistence, was soon within sight of Castle Sauvage. The paladin dismissed the guards, and dashed down the hill and inside the fortress, still clutching his guild leader tightly.


"Thank you, my Lord," he shouted, as he turned the corner and saw Master Visur and his assistance taking their places for the portal ceremony. Quickly, Rharan paid for passage to Rylestone, and trotted to the platform, straight for the head wizard. "Go now, sir, he cannot wait," Rharan told Visur.


Dark, deeply tired eyes looked back at him. "We cannot proceed yet, we're not scheduled to cast for another five minutes." he replied. His eyes dropped to Rharan's arms, and widened at the sight of Predian.

"That..." Visur looked back up at Rharan. "... is Predian?"


Rharan nodded, and replied urgently, his eyes pleading. "He is deathly ill. I need to get him to Rylestone... to Thrennoadae."


At the name of his love, Predian shifted. Both men looked down, to see his eyes flutter open for an instant. The friar's spoke raspingly, "Threnn... so sorry..." His body shook with another fit of coughing before he slipped back into unconsciousness.


Visur paused for an instant before looking up at Rharan. "Predian Cross has done more for Albion than any fifty men who will arrive in the next five minutes. Step back, please."


Moments later, Rharan blinked, as his eyes recovered from the intense flash of light. His eyes focused on the whitewashed walls of Predian and Threnn's home, just across the village commons. "Threnn!" he screamed, as he dashed across the field, and burst through her front door.

She’d been doing a bit of light reading, just something to pass a lazy day while Predian was out in the frontiers. She’d not felt like going out for some reason or another, enjoying a bit of quiet time amidst all their wedding preparations. Without a bit of warning, she heard her door crash in, and she turned fearing the worst. Her first instinct was that it was Kaidric for some odd reason, but the reality was far worse.


“Rharan.. dear god.. what happened ta Predian..” her eyes fell immediately to the man he carried so closely and protectively.


“He collapsed Threnn.. on the frontiers. He is so pale, something is horribly wrong.” He laid him down on one of the benches. Threnn came over rapidly, beginning to incant soft prayers when she noticed a bit of paper fallen from his prone form. She ignored it for then, whispering prayer after prayer until her knees nearly buckled from a revelation.


“He has it.. Oh dear hea’ens.. he has what Caerenn had.. Redhame told me.. but I dinnae listen..”


She slumped to the floor, and felt the paper under her fingers. Lifting it up for lack of anything else to concentrate on, she saw Dartel’s name, and a few more scribblings of something else.


“Dartel?” she murmured, and showed Rharan the paper.


“Maybe.. maybe he kent he was ill.. and was…”


She paused, drawing herself together. She was not about to lose him, not again. “Rharan, pick him up, we are going ta Dartel ta see what this is, what he can do. Perhaps …we’ve a chance ta sa’e him.”