"Hello father," Danios muttered out, a confident smile lighting up his features."Hello son," Lord Mordian responded, his voice a mixture of surprise and warmth.This was Danios, his son, a once-familiar face that had transformed with the passage of time and the weight of a decision.The air seemed to hum with a delicate tension as the two men stood before each other, the weight of years and choices hanging heavy in the space between them.Danios had changed, his once-boyish countenance now etched with the marks of time and experience. His eyes, once filled with youthful innocence, now held a depth of wisdom that spoke of trials and tribulations.Danios' features carried a blend of strength and serenity, his eyes harboring a depth of wisdom that belied his years. His countenance bore the marks of a path less traveled, a journey that had led him to embrace the mantle of a cytix priest, an oath of celibacy and devotion to a higher calling, to serve Oridon.Stunned into silence, Lord M
"Lord Mordian," King Lauihnio began, his voice measured and deliberate, "I must admit that Danios is not the kind of person you may believe him to be."Lord Mordian's brows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?" he asked, his gaze shifting between King Lauihnio and Danios, a composed yet slightly apprehensive expression on his face.King Lauihnio's eyes bore into Lord Mordian's, his gaze unwavering. "Danios has not only served the Bauthinian realm as a devoted cytix priest, but he has also played a crucial role as a spy and a bearer of secret information."The words hung in the air like a heavy shroud, and Lord Mordian's eyes widened in disbelief. He struggled to process the implications of what he had just heard.King Lauihnio's tone remained steady, his voice revealing a hint of somber revelation. "Danios's dedication to Oridon's cause goes beyond spiritual matters. He has skillfully navigated the delicate realm of espionage, assisting us in uncovering plots that threatened not o
A profound silence enveloped the chamber as Lord Mordian's gaze remained fixed on his son. Danios stood there, his form tall and composed, an air of quiet confidence surrounding him. Lord Mordian's eyes traced the contours of his son's face, noting the subtle changes that had taken place over the years. The once-youthful countenance had matured, chiseled by experiences unknown to Lord Mordian, leaving a lingering sense of curiosity in his heart.As if driven by an insatiable need to unravel the enigma before him, Lord Mordian studied Danios closely. It was more than just physical transformation; it was a metamorphosis of spirit and character. The way he held himself, the steadiness in his gaze, and the assuredness in his words were all foreign to the Lord Mordian of memory.A flicker of pride ignited within Lord Mordian. "Courage," he mused to himself, "he must have found his courage somewhere."Yet, as the seconds ticked away, a subtle unease crept into Lord Mordian's mind. A bea
The grandeur of the Bin Kimutum was a reflection of the kingdom's rich history, and its hallowed walls whispered tales of valor, sacrifice, and the unbreakable spirit that had shaped the nation. Bathed in a warm, golden light that filtered through tall, arched windows, the hall exuded an air of reverence and anticipation.A section of the chamber's stone wall was adorned with an array of weaponry, their steel glinting under the gentle play of light. Among the dangerous implements were:A broadsword, its hilt embellished with intricate patterns that spoke of masterful craftsmanship. The blade, gleaming with a deadly sheen, hinted at a history of battles won and foes vanquished.A pair of sai, their twin blades reflecting torchlight like twin stars in the night sky. Their compact form promised swift and precise strikes.A crescent-bladed khopesh, its curved edge an embodiment of both grace and deadly intent. The weapon's history echoed in the chiseled markings along its blade.A warh
The Quatridex fell into a hushed silence as Danios, his blade steady and unwavering, pointed the tip of his sword at Lord Mordian's throat. The air seemed to thicken with tension, the weight of the moment palpable.Lord Mordian sat frozen, his eyes locked onto the glinting steel that hovered mere inches from his throat. A maelstrom of emotions churned within him—astonishment, disbelief, and a tinge of pride. The young man he had seen grow from a terrible swordsman was now truely a skilled and determined warrior.The room seemed to blur around him as memories of Danios' awkward attempts at swordplay flashed before Lord Mordian's eyes. He had never imagined that one day his own son would stand before him, victorious in a duel, demanding his surrender.A wry smile tugged at the corner of Lord Mordian's lips, a mix of amusement and awe coloring his features. The roles had reversed, and in this pivotal moment, he saw not just a skilled combatant but a testament to the power of dedication a
It was the eight hour of the morning, a day after the surprising and infamous duel between Danios and his father Lord Mordian. King Lauihnio was having his breakfast, of boiled rice, beef stew and margerine and despite the alluring taste of the delicacy he was consuming, he began to have second thoughts concerning Danios duel with his father. He knew that Lord Mordian's loss to his son, who he (Lord Mordian) had underestimated was very surprising and he feared that his uncle would take it as a stain to his pride and perhaps demotivate him from being effective in the defense against the Quanians.Despite the relief that came upon him after Danios proved him right, by showing he was capable of infiltrating the Quanian camp, his worry began to overshadow that. This due to the fact that Lord Mordian was not just any nobleman of Bauthinia, he was his right hand man and second in command of the kingdom.Never had he ever seen any man outclass he uncle in a duel, however with this being th
"However I have great reverence for you as a person, but I have to draw the line on this one." Ahmed bin Mahdullah said with all the respect he could muster.After taking staring at Ahmed bin Mahdullah for several heartbeats, he raised his eyebrows and shifted his gaze to Yavio, who shrugged. "Okay, I will not force you to go against the wishes of your faith, however I hope you would perform the rituals that pleases your own deity, and pray that all turns out well for us.""Allahu Akbar!" He declared firmly, and his comrades echoed after him. "We shall pray and I have faith that the tides would turn in our favor." He continued.King Lauihnio nodded at the Arab Azarians. "That means we are going to perform our ritual on our own son Danios then.""We would gladly wait for you to observe any ritual on one of your own king Lauihnio." Ahmed bowed his head as he said."Okay that is good to hear. You can ready your men outside, Danios would join you after." King Lauihnio then motioned at Y
As the weight of the golden necklace settled against his chest, Lord Mordian's heart was filled with a sense of purpose and urgency. The memory of passing on the necklace to his son, Danios, had stirred a newfound determination within him. He knew about the purposed concecretion and the journey his son alongside the seven selected Arab Azarian assassins that were to travel to were the Quanian army, led by king Brothlander had set up their camp.With a determined stride, Lord Mordian hurried out of his chamber and made his way through the grand corridors of the palace. His mind raced with thoughts of his son's safety and the mission he had undertaken. As he entered the bustling king's court, his eyes scanned the opulent chamber for a glimpse of King Lauihnio.However, Lord Mordian's keen eyes failed to find the king among the assembled nobles and advisors. Frowning, he approached a nearby guard and inquired, "Where is King Lauihnio? I seek an audience with him."The guard glanced at