"Wait soldiers, wait." Prince Elrond ordered before he moved towards Lord Mordian who was still gripped by the elven soldiers. He looked searchingly at him holding his face and turning it to the left and the right. "Let me ask you a question. What happens to Aran when the Sereng fails to yield and the ode of the pusta makka seems to tire?""The ode of the pusta makka is his creed till his death, the Sereng is for Aran, the cannibal is for the blood the flesh of his adversery is his prize, victory is blood and the way of the blade brings great gain, power, wine and bossoms of the females, whores and highborn alike." Lord Mordian recited with vigour.On hearing this a broad smile ran across prince Elrond's face. "If it is not the plain old bloody Mordius." He moved to hug him.Upon noticing prince Elrond's friendly gesture towards Lord Mordian the soldiers that took hold of him immediately unlocked his arms from their grip leaving free to hug prince Elrond."Great Corellon, you have cha
"It has been ten years ever since I renovated this castle - and by the way you cannot blame me for leaving my castle in that way.""Why should I not blame you?""You bloody stalwart we were fighting a series of wars by that time unlike now that we the inhabitants of the feudal tribes in Merveilland have decided to have some peace and quiet amongst ourselves." "Yes I can remember, series of blood baths occuring almost everyday - those wars that woke up the urge in me to become a cannibal.""You mean we because I too eat some flesh." Prince Elrond grinned.The servant appeared with an iron tray that contained an amphora and three silver goblets. When she was done serving the wine prince Elrond motioned for her to draw closer so he could whisper some words into her ear. She nodded her head when he was done talking and she walked out of the room closing the door behind her.Lord Mordian took notice of the servant who was a beautiful dark elf but he also wondered what prince Elrond had wh
A still expression ran across his face then he gulped down some of the blood once more. He thought of lying to his comrades so he could conceal the secret of the dragon egg but he knew that would be unfair and dishonoring to them besides they were smarter than they looked and unless he lied to them about something they had no idea about it would be easy for them to detect he was lying however both elves knew how Lord Mordian could be an expert in telling a false tale so he decided to be straight up with them. "I am sorry my comrades, I do not wish to speak of what my nephew King Lauihnio of Bauthinia suffers - I swear by my gods it out of good intentions and not because of malice or lack of trust." He said."What is up with you? - you do not trust us?" Prince Elrond scowled.Lord Mordian shook his head. "No." He retorted. "You two are the only ones I can trust with my secrets, you two are more than fathers to me, you taught me most of the things I know but this one is too delicate.""
Lord Mordian gasped in surprise when Galrut mentioned Goreland. He was taken aback for a moment and nearly blacked out because he did not see that one coming. "Wait which Goreland are we talking about is it -""The Goreland we spent eight years fighting during the first and second civil war, the land of the minotaurs." Galrut said flatly."Oh great Oridon, what kind of a quest is this, if I had just refused Lauihnio his request to harness that dragon egg I would certainly have avoided all this trouble." He whispered to himself in regret."Are you saying something Mordian?"Lord Mordian jerked his face upwards to Galrut. "No no it is nothing." He said. "However despite the Badorna lotus being in Goreland only, why have your government not been able to at least sign an agreement with the minotaurs or even buy these plants not minding the price they may throw at you."Prince Elrond heaved a sigh. "Mordian I tell you if that was possible I would have done that long before now and you would
"Do you two not think that with Arron Thickroar already annexing the land of the dwarves, goblins and trolls it is only a matter of time before he takes over Pinkiland?" Lord Mordian asked."Not if we surrender to him first Mordian - you see with my people unaware of the Badorna lotus the pressure to surrender my country home Pinkiland to that bull faced bastard is low.""That is very true." Concurred Galrut.Lord Mordian chuckled. "Are you sure about that?""Yes I am absolutely sure of that." Prince Elrond sounded confident."Well I am not so sure of that given that you have granted the dwarves, goblins and trolls safe passage into your lands - and unless you are up to something trust me within two months your people would storm this palace of yours asking you to surrender to Arron Thickroar so they could be provided with the Badorna lotus to eradicate the skin rotter that causes them great suffering." Said Lord Mordian.Prince Elrond did not at all look perturbed by what Lord Mordia
It was a sweltering afternoon as the scorching sun shined bright up in the sky causing a non stop evaporation of the liquid that had made the grasses and trees wet, a result of the precipitation that had occurred the previous day. Lord Mordian, prince Elrond, Galrut, Romeo and about twenty five elven soldiers had made up some tents in the bushes that were situated close to the Gorelish border as they laid in wait for Bjorfuran Boldfury to pass through the track that was in between two thick bushes on the right and on the left.News had gotten to prince Elrond that Bjorfuran had already begun his journey from Hobland and was due to arrive the Gorelish border in about four hours. The information had gotten to him through some goblin spies that served in the Hobland palace as brewers for Bjorfuran and his family however the deposed goblin rulers were aware of the plot to take the minotaurs down and they gave their consent and blessings."Lord Mordian is it true that minotaurs are up to
The minotaurs looked at each other in disbelief. "Moo! What is happening here and why are you all wasting time to get me out of this place. Moo!" A richly dressed minotaur stepped out of the wagon and in anger he slammed the door of the wagon shut. He was dressed on a purple thigh length tunic, a sleeveless chain mail shirt and a golden hoof shoe. He wore golden bracers and a golden chain hung around his neck with a golden skull crested on it coupled with three silver rings on his three fingers."Moo! My Lord it is this old creature he says he wishes to go to Goreland." One of the minotaurs said while he dismounted from his horse however four other minotaurs followed suit."Moo! What is that? Moo!""I - I suppose you are Lord Bjorfuran Boldfury?" Asked Lord Mordian shakily.Lord Bjorfuran Boldfury looked at one of his dismounted guards before turning back to Lord Mordian. "Yes." He growled.Lord Mordian smiled. "I ha - have something for your king, thi - this is for your ki - king A
Two dwarves jumped out of the wagon, they were about three feet tall and they looked rough. One of them was haggard looking with an overgrown beard and an unkempt hair that reached his shoulders. He wore a faded white woolen tunic and blue breeches. The other dwarf was clean shaven with a gold hair. There were some bruises on his face and his left cheek was swollen but that did not take away the fact that he was a handsome man for he both looked and dressed smart though his clothing was rumpled. He wore a yellow robe that was stripped with black and the golden ring he wore on his pinkie finger made it clear that he was either someone of high standing among his people or he was a highborn."Huh at last, the elven fuckers have come to our rescue - my sincere thanks to all of you, I am grateful, by the way I am Lagnin." It was the handsome dwarf who spoke, he referred to the elven soldiers and Lord Mordian who stood outside the wagon. "Hey I am Hoglor, I am a dwarf from Midland - excite