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"what does this messenger look like?", with a great deal of worry in his voice. "he big" the orc said. "has wings, red scales that stop greataxe." inglades lost focus, retreating into his thoughts.
"me Ongburz tribe" the orc said proudly, seeming to see his tribal affiliation as a threat to the human. "they biggest tribe". inglades snorted, driving the orc into rage. he pressed his knife harder, and the orc quieted. "who sent you?" he asked again. "the great one, bane's messenger"
"please, no kill me!" the orc screamed "i no hurt anyone!" he said, throwing down the rusty sword he had been drawing. "i won't kill you, if you can answer a few questions." "ok, just no kill me!" the orc agreed quickly. "then who sent you? what is your tribe, and how did you know where to come?"
inglades leapt from the window, into the bush. he hit the "guest" with all of his body mass, knocking it to the ground. after a moment of struggling, inglades had his knife the the spy's throat, and recognized the ugly gray features and foul odor of an orc.
lord gunthar stood up, walking next to inglades with his sword drawn. "what do you see, inglades?" he asked. inglades gestured towards a figure attempting to hide in the underbrush. (do you have a plan for the visitor, or should i wing it?) ***graydon fell to the ground from the impact of the flames hitting his body.
inglades walked over to the window, leaning his head out. indeed, there was something in the bushes.
inglades glanced at scorch, who seemed to be staring intently at something. he turned his gaze to follow hers, and asked in a low voice "what is it?" ***
du anglat staggered back from the pain the arrow caused. he bared his fangs at graydon, who seemed very unsettled to see him still standing. "I am infinately more powerful than you." he held a ball of flame now in his hand
"you shouldn't have come here, graydon" the demon taunted "you know the price of betrayal" graydon's face paled in rage. "who are you to lecture me about the cost of betrayal?" he demanded angrily. "you, the very embodiment of rage and betrayal. no, i am finished with you. you have no power over me, or my sister. this is your end" he said, releasing the arrow, which thudded into the demon's chest.
inglades sat back, his eyes cast down, slowly sipping a glass of wine. "how many knights, my lord, can you spare?" he asked gunthar. Gunthar thought for a moment "not many true knights, but a few hundred foot soldiers perhaps. i don't know the strength of the defense of waymeet, but as long as i live i will strive to avenge my fallen brothers"
anglat landed in front of a small clearing beyond the city wall. he felt a presence with his magic, but he couldn't see anything. a man, dressed darkly and holding a great bow, stepped from the underbrush. "your time is up, demon" he said. anglat only chuckled.
"your plan, inglades" gunthar said in interest "seems very risky to me." he frowned "what you're asking is for me to muster what military forces possessed by solamnia. i'm not able to summon the manpower to do that. i don't even know how many knights are available, but i'll do what i can"***
graydon dropped behind a bush. his cloak rustled by his feet, and he nocked an arrow. he saw the red form drop from the tower, and he drew his bow back with a creaking groan of protest from the wood.
the same night, inglades and the others sat around a table, with an aging knight, lord Gunthar Uth Wistan, their host. inglades sat to his right, discussing in a low voice his plans for action against the demon. ***
du anglat sat at the pinnacle of his tower, surveying the dark landscape around his city. a flicker of motion caught his eye. he snarled, jumping from the tower and spreading his crimson wings
(ok) graydon (is that his name?) walked down the empty forest path, his cloak rustling at his feet. he wondered if this time, he was in over his head. he was running, something he wouldn't have admitted to a year earlier. but he was running to save erica and her friends from a horrible fate, so he reasoned that he wasn't running so much as luring. with grim determination, he walked towards the cursed city of waymeet
"welcome to the vingaard mountains!" inglades said, gesturing to the east, where snow capped mountains were lost in the clouds. "lord Gunthar's keep is less than and hour's ride from here"
the next morning, the party left the mountains behind, entering the plains on the fields of solamnia
(does anyone else want to decide the major events for a while?)
(does anyone else want to lead the story for a while?)
for the first time in several long weeks, inglades laughed.
"no, hold on to it, at least for now. you need it more than me"
inglades sat against a solitary tree, his arms wrapped around his chest for warmth in the chill air.
