As the door to Lord Mordian's chamber creaked open, and Lord Barthine Loust entered with a measured stride. His gaze swept across the room, taking in the maps, scrolls, and parchments scattered across the large table. He noticed Lord Mordian's intense concentration, his brow furrowed with the weight of his thoughts."Lord Mordian," Barthine Loust's voice broke the silence, drawing Lord Mordian's attention. He looked up, his sharp eyes meeting those of Lord Barthine Loust.Barthine's expression softened as he took in the tired lines on Lord Mordian's face. "You look overworked. What have you been doing. Is it sorcery?""Yes Lord Barthine Loust." Lord Mordian began. His gaze shifted to the live rat atop the oak table, a sense of pride and accomplishment in his eyes. He gestured towards the creature and said, "I've finally managed to master the regeneration spell."Lord Barthine Loust furrowed his eyebrow. "I thought that you have already mastered it?""No I didn't Barthine Loust. I hav
Lord Mordian cleared his throat, a sense of urgency in his tone. "Lord Barthine Loust, I understand that negotiations are underway, and the situation is fluid. But I believe it's crucial that we address another matter of utmost importance."Barthine Loust's brows furrowed in concern. "What is it, Lord Mordian?"Lord Mordian took a deep breath, his gaze steady. "It's about the fallen soldiers, the ones who understood the true essence of war, who fought for our land with unparalleled courage. I've been contemplating the idea of using the regeneration spell to bring them back to life today."Barthine Loust's expression shifted from concern to surprise. "Oh that, You're really serious about suggesting that we resurrect soldiers who have been gone for over a hundred years?"Lord Mordian nodded, his eyes unwavering. "Yes, Lord Barthine Loust. Who wouldn't be, I believe that their experience, their wisdom in matters of warfare, could prove invaluable in the coming battle. These are individua
Lord Mordian took a few steps back from the open graves, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the first rays of the moon cast an ethereal glow. He turned his attention to a small bundle placed beside him, containing a collection of rare and magical materials he had carefully gathered in preparation for this moment.With a deliberate and practiced motion, he began arranging the materials around the perimeter of the memorial ground. Crystals, herbs, and enchanted objects were strategically placed, each holding a specific significance in the intricate web of the spell he was about to cast.Once satisfied with the arrangement, Lord Mordian reached into a worn leather sack slung over his shoulder. His fingers found the edges of the ornate, weathered book. He took a deep breath, his gaze shifting from the materials to the book, and then to the memorial ground before him. The weight of the responsibility he bore was palpable, but his determination remained unwavering. This was a moment tha
As the fallen soldiers' forms solidified, the air around Lord Mordian grew heavy with anticipation. But as the spectral soldiers took on physical form, another phenomenon unfolded – a symphony of murmuring voices emerged from all around the graveyard. It was as if the very earth itself held secrets, and the voices of the long-rested spirits had been awakened by the magic that now pulsed through the night.Lord Mordian's heart quickened at the sound, his gaze darting from one grave to another. The tired voices carried a chorus of emotions, ranging from confusion to curiosity, as if the spirits themselves were awakening from a deep slumber.Driven by a mixture of exhilaration and apprehension, Lord Mordian rushed towards the nearest grave to him. His fingers brushed against the coarse earth, his heart racing as he hoped to find evidence of success.And there, before his eyes, stood a full-fleshed form of a soldier. His armor gleamed dully in the moonlight, and his eyes held a mixtur
Lord Barthine approached Chief Rorak and whispered his intentions. "Chief Rorak, we must act swiftly. Go with these five men and prepare five large wagons. We shall transport these soldiers to the solitary house within the woods that we had prepared in case they returned to us."Chief Rorak nodded, his expression grave. "I shall see to it immediately."The guards set to work, quickly organizing the necessary resources for the soldiers' transport. Meanwhile, Lord Barthine addressed the giant soldier with a reassuring tone. "Honored warrior, we shall provide a place where you and your comrades can find solace and sustenance. A quiet haven in the woods awaits you."The giant soldier's gaze softened, and he inclined his head in gratitude. "Thy kindness knows no bounds, Lord Barthine Loust. We shall await your guidance."As the wagons were readied and the soldiers prepared to depart the graveyard, a sense of solemn purpose hung in the air. The fallen warriors, reawakened from their slumbe
The chief servant's voice echoed through the corridors, guiding the reawakened soldiers to a grand dining hall. The hall was adorned with intricate tapestries, softly lit by ornate chandeliers that cast a warm glow over the space.Rows of long wooden tables stretched across the room, set meticulously with gleaming silverware, fine china, and goblets filled with rich wines. Each table could seat four hundred, a testament to the meticulous preparations made by the Lord Barthine Loust and the Domus's inhabitants.The soldiers entered the hall with a sense of wonder, their eyes widening at the sight of the lavish spread before them. Their stomachs rumbled audibly, evidence of the hunger they had carried with them through the ages.Lord Barthine Loust, Lord Mordian, and Chief Rorak stood among them, their presence a reminder of the connection between the past and the present. They took their seats, interspersed among the soldiers, an unspoken gesture of camaraderie and unity.The reawa
By dawn the next day, as the sun began to cast its warm glow over the Domus in the woods. The reawakened soldiers emerged from their slumber, their spirits rejuvenated by the feast and camaraderie of the previous night. With a renewed sense of purpose, they readied themselves for the day ahead.The soldiers, dressed in the garments provided by the Domus, made their way through the corridors. Their footsteps echoed through the stone passages as they were led to a new destination: the vast armory of the Domus.Upon reaching the armory, their eyes widened in awe and excitement. The room was an arsenal of weaponry, a treasure trove of different types of arms and armor. Swords, spears, axes, bows, and an array of other weapons adorned the walls, gleaming in the soft light.The soldiers exchanged eager glances, their anticipation evident. Some of them couldn't help but grin at the sight before them, feeling a rush of adrenaline at the thought of wielding such powerful instruments of comb
Amid the lingering echoes of their conversation, a voice rose from among the fallen soldiers, a voice tinged with both curiosity and concern. "Milord Mordian," the soldier spoke, his gaze fixed on the scene unfolding before them, "what if these negotiations falter? What if the Quanians and we Bauthinians cannot find common ground?"Lord Mordian's expression shifted, a shadow crossing his features. He looked out at the armory, the weapons gleaming against the stone walls, and then turned his gaze back to the soldier who had posed the question. He understood the weight of their words—the implications of a breakdown in negotiations.In his heart, Lord Mordian couldn't help but feel a sense of trepidation. While he had brought back these veteran soldiers, he questioned whether their presence alone would be enough to turn the tide of the war. The Quanian forces outnumbered them, and victory seemed uncertain.However, before he could voice his thoughts, Gorloth stepped forward with a deter