"I am sure you have forgotten the centaur's ode." Queen said as she dipped her fore finger in some Ash that was mixed in some holy water, after which she rubbed the mixed Ash on her husband's forehead. She drew a circle and a straight line below the circle to represent Oridon's mace. She did the same to herself then dropped the bowl of mixed Ash on the floor.
"These ashes come from blue coloured ferns that I got when I went on pilgrimage to Sergia, the ferns are called Fermishia. In the whole of the Azarian world they are found only in the temple courts of the great Oridon temple." The King knelt down on a mat in front of the statues of the five gods.The statue of Oridon was about ten feet tall, it depicted a man with burly structure and full black beards and a well trimmed black hair, he wore a golden toga and he held a golden mace which represented his dominance and authority of all things that transpired in the realm of the Divine, the realm of the living and the realm of the dead, the underworld.The statue of the other gods where about six feet tall. the statue of goddess Satti depicted a beautiful blonde slender woman with six arms. Her first two hands held a tongue of fire which represented the pure passions of the heart, on her second set of arms, her left hand held a tree branch which represented fertility, while on the right arm she carried a baby which represented her ability to give the fruit of the womb to all women, and on her third set of arms she held a beautiful sunflower to represent the beauty of all things beautiful in the realm of the living and in the realm of the Divine.God Andus depicted an elderly man with a white bald head holding a couple of scrolls on his left arm while he held a slab at his right hand.God Heykzan depicted a warrior, who wore a phrygian helmet with a large cheekpiece that met in the center leaving a gap for the nose and eyes, with his golden chest plate armour covering a white tunic, he wore golden bracers and golden greaves while he held a golden rectangular shield with the picture of a fire breathing dragon and a golden xiphos sword which according to legends was used by god Heykzan to cut down an army of four thousand demonic centaurs who sought to seize the authority of the realm of the underworld from Oridon.Duzatag was a bull faced centaur who with a bronze chest plate armour held a bronze trident in hand. On his left he held an hour glass which represented the set time by Oridon for every man to be transported from the realm of the living to the realm of the dead were the souls of men and women would be tried.The souls that had pleased Oridon would be taken to the realm of the Divine while the evil souls would be made to suffer for eternity alongside the four thousand demon centaurs that tried to take authority of the underworld."What do you wish to pray for my love?" Queen Lana asked gently."Many things, many things my love." The king turned to her."Perhaps you have a more pressing desire in your heart." she said."I want victo... No I want peace and prosperity in Bauthinia." He kept secret the news of king Brothlander. The queen was confused for a moment but got over it in an instant."Well that means you would have the white candle which represents peace and the gold candle which represents prosperity." The queen handed the candles to king Lauihnio."You didn't have to remind me what the candles represent."Queen Lana laughed. She picked up a red candle then lit it before handing over the lighted thin piece of wood to king Lauihnio so he could light his candles.After lighting his candles he stared at queen Lana's red candle. "So you are going to pray for something relating to love."Queen Lana turned to look into his eyes while holding her candle with both hands kneeling close to her husband."I want to pray for my husband who is the king of Bauthinia." King Lauihnio raised his eyebrows in surprise and in an instant he was filled with extreme love and passion for his wife who he knew loved him deeply even when he did not reciprocate that love for her or any of his children all because he was consumed with the politics of the land. "Since you have forgotten the divine centaur's ode, you will do well to repeat after me." They both receited the divine centaur's ode successfully before praying for and reflecting on their desires in their hearts while waiting for their candles to burn off."How was your meeting with the Elerians?" Queen Lana asked still kneeling close to her husband in front of the statues."Oh, it was fine.""And what was the reason for their visit?"The king's heart skipped, this was not a news he desired to share with his wife, not while he was trying to figure out the solution to the forthcoming danger and to make matters worse, he was in the presence of the gods which meant that lying was not an option. With the eyes of the gods focused on him he found it difficult to entertain any lie while thinking of what to say that was not regarded as lying. "My love your scent is so pleasant with fragrance like that of a divine soul, tell me did you get this perfume from the Arab merchants of Al Arish?"The queen smiled. "Thank you my love, I thought you wouldn't notice, I got them from the Al Garquan merchants, not the Al Arish merchants. She said sweetly. "However you haven't answered my question, what was the reason for the Elerians visit?""They came and talked about how beautiful and blessed Bauthinia is and...""And?" She looked curious expecting words from his mouth."And - they are seeking an alliance."The queen chuckled. "Which you would not make with them?""Yes, exactly you know my mind." He put up a one sided smile. "So why did they want an alliance with you, are they in some trouble or...""No, no they are not in any trouble, they were just -" He paused unsure of what to say but sadly he couldn't think of any, he searched his mind so hard to think of an excuse, a compliment, anything that would successfully evade the current conversation queen his wife showed keen interest in."They were just what?"There was a knock on the door which made king Lauihnio to jerk."Who is there?" The queen asked."Captain Lanos your majesty!" The man outside the door answered."Come in!" The queen said. A Bauthinian soldier on uniform wearing a red cloak walked in. He bowed his head low on one knee."Greetings your majesty, I come here by the order of Lord Garthine Polion, your presence is needed immediately." He said.The queen looked confused, creasing her eyebrows to the center. "What, to where?" She asked."To the dun...""And tell him I would be there shortly." King Lauihnio interrupted him propping himself up to his feet. "So you are going leave the presence of the gods for some - politics?""I am afraid so my love, I fear it might be urgent." He bent towards her and kissed her cheek. "I would be back before my candle burns out." He moved out of the chamber with the captain behind him.King Lauihnio and the captain made for the entrance to the dungeon. Beyond the large Boulder was a dark walkway with multiple torches positioned strategically providing light along the walkway that was covered with broken stones and moss. At the end of the walkway they branched left, walking along a path that was characterized by twisted trail leads, pillaged rooms and cells that contained prisoners. Suddenly they are able to sight Lord Garthine Polion beside a large iron door. With king Lauihnio being a few paces away from him Lord Garthine Polion bowed his head. "Greetings my king.""So have you been able to get a word out of him?" The king looked anxious. "I am afraid not my king." His tone showed some element of resentment. "It is either he is stubborn enough to keep the secret with him or he doesn't know the identity of these spies. But my king we have done everything we could to get this man to talk but we haven't gotten anything reasonable from him." Garthine Polion whispered
"Then how did one of your envoys inform us about the presence of spies in these lands?" King Lauihnio asked. "King Waigni himself directed us to inform you about King Brothlander's plan of a reprisal attack, and the presence of spies in these lands. I personally asked him for the identities of these spies for he knew them, but he said it was not necessary. As a Bauthinian by origin, I did everything I could to get the identity of these spies even offering some of the scouts who fed him with information about King Brothlander good money, but they all refused to accept my bribe. They said it was the king's order to remain silent about the spies in Bauthinia. However I understand your frustration, and I would not be surprised if in your rage you plan to torture me to death even though you are aware of the consequences that would befall your kingdom if such happens. In other words I beg you king Lauihnio, as a soldier myself, I do not wish to die defenseless, beaten like a thief, give me
The news of king Brothlander and his approaching army spread across Bauthinia. It was an extremely bad news, a tough one to swallow with some Bauthinian citizens believing that the end of the peace and prosperity that was enjoyed for over a hundred years was nigh. Fear and panic gripped the Bauthinian citizenry and with uncertainty registered in the minds of the Bauthinian people many of them entertained the idea of migration to neighbouring kingdoms while rumors spread of king Lauihnio's greed and lust for wealth as the motivating factor for him joining the Mocinians and the Zimbians to wage war on king Brothlander which they believed was the reason king Brothlander planned a reprisal. "The thought of these spies makes me sick." King Lauihnio said as he gently swung a silver shafted xiphos to the left and to the right trying to find balance and precision. "ha! ha!" he thrust the sword forward to thin air as he tried to mimic a warrior fighting on the battlefield. "I wish those bloo
"You know I have been thinking my king.""What have you been thinking Lord Garthine Polion?" king Lauihnio asked. "I am thinking, maybe your uncle has a hand in this - maybe king Brothlander invading this lands is another plan of his to usurp your throne, to strip you of your crown. Lord Garthine Polion put up a sad, look making him look extremely disturbed. "I doubt that possibility Garthine Polion, my uncle Lord Mordian is locked away in one of our most protected fortress in all of Bauthinia and guarded by our most trusted soldiers." king Lauihnio said with assurance. "however I wonder how my uncle is very good at winning the hearts of men, only Oridon knows how many men he must have won over before he was convicted of treason.""Five hundred men your majesty." Lord Garthine Polion said. king Lauihnio raised his eye brows in amazement. "five hundred men - I assume most of them are dead - however I doubt anyone would want my crown especially at this time.""Are you sure of that." Lo
"I will speak." king Lauihnio replied. Lord Garthine Polion then leaned on the balcony and motioned for one of the drill guides to step forward. he said some words to him which made him nod continuously. when he was done whispering the drill guide moved towards the soldiers. "Halt! you bastards halt!" he bellowed "fifty men ten columns ten units at attention before your king!" the five hundred soldiers who were skirmishing held down their wooden swords and quickly arranged themselves in an orderly manner according to the instructions of the captain. Standing at attention chest out and chin up coupled with a confident look the soldiers appeared gallant eagerly awaiting for their king to speak. "The stage is yours my king." Lord Garthine Polion bowed and took some paces backwards to let king Lauihnio seize the moment. with all eyes on king Lauihnio he peered upon the soldiers admiring how gallant they looked on their bronze bracers and already wet subligaculum as a result of the enorm
The roads were soaked and grasses wet as the rain drizzled with some civilians taking cover in order to prevent themselves from getting wet. However at the sight of king Lauihnio some citizens bowed towards his direction while a handful he noticed stared at him coldly. 'I really need this revolt to be dissolved before it gets out of hand.' he thought after noticing the unsubmissive attitude of some of the people that caught his gaze. "halt!" he called. he then motioned for one of the guards to draw closer. "You see that blonde man with a white toga, take another soldier with you and I want you to seize him and put him in the dungeon, I would like to have a word with him." he pointed to the man he was referring to."Okay your majesty." the soldier whispered to another soldier nearest to him and they started charging towards the blonde haired man. when the blonde haired man noticed that the soldiers were coming for him he turned around and took to his heels but the soldiers were not de
"What do you want Lauihnio you are disturbing my peace." Lord Mordian said feeling annoyed. King Lauihnio ignored Lord Mordian and continued his stare on the scrolls in his hands. after some time he heaved a sigh. "Okay enough of the facade, uncle I need your help." Lord Mordian looked shocked, he turned his eyes to Lord Garthine Polion then returned them back to King Lauihnio, he started laughing. "I am serious uncle." King Lauihnio said chin up. "Then I supposed you have come to the very wrong place." Lord Mordian muttered. "Uncle - uncle Bauthinia is in trouble, the Quanians plan to attack us we seriously need all the help we can get." King Lauihnio bent towards his uncle holding his right shoulder. Lord Mordian stared at him for a while then frowned, he grabbed king Lauihnio and pushed him against the wall, pining him to the wall he held a short knife at the king's throat. On seeing this Lord Garthine Polion quickly removed his xiphos sword from his scabbard and held it at Lord
"Even though I am back amongst your caucus your barons would never accept me." Lord Mordian said wearily. King Lauihnio moved to stand in front of the table were Lord Mordian was writing his poetry. he held Lord Mordian's chin up to face him. "Look at me uncle, I am the king and whatever orders I give, the barons will have to obey." Staring at King Lauihnio's eyes he turned sober and burst into tears. "why? - why do you show me this kindness even when I tried to take your kingdom away from you, why do you give me this chance of redemption that I do not deserve." Tears rolled down king Lauihnio's cheeks. "Like I said before, it is because you are my favorite uncle, coming up you were more than an uncle to me, you took me like your own son - I know that despite what may have occurred in the past deep down you are a good man." Lord Mordian wiped his tears and sniffed. "You know Lauihnio, I never believed you would be a good king such as this. with your youthful days filled with lust
Epilogue:Days had passed since Lord Mordian's successful but perilous attempt to harness the arcane forces and restore the fallen soldiers. The initial triumph had given way to a relentless and sinister consequence that now gripped him with an iron hold.Lord Mordian's once vibrant complexion had faded to a sickly pallor, his skin appearing almost translucent under the harsh daylight. Dark circles etched themselves beneath his eyes, marking the toll of sleepless nights and restless vigils.His once steady hands now trembled, the faint quiver betraying the constant strain he was under. His arms and legs felt as if they were aflame, an unrelenting burn that surged through his veins like molten lava. The physical torment was unceasing, a constant reminder of the power he had dared to command.The palms of his hands bore the brunt of the adverse effect. Sections of skin peeled away, leaving behind raw, tender patches that stung with every touch. Lord Mordian's fingertips were bliste
"In times of war, there must be consequences for actions taken," Bongan Rodbar's voice carried an air of authority as he addressed the captive commander. "You are responsible for the pain and suffering this invasion has brought upon these lands. And now, you must face the consequences.""I was carrying out my orders!" The chief commander replied coldly, with a malevolent look at Bongan Rodbar.Bongan Rodbar turned to Lord Mordian and Lord Barthine Loust, his eyes steady. "Gentlemen, as a symbol of justice and retribution, one of you may choose to deliver the final blow. The choice is yours."A heavy silence hung in the air as Lord Barthine Loust exchanged a contemplative look with Lord Mordian. Then, in a surprising turn of events, Lord Barthine Loust unfastened his own sword from his side and stepped forward, his eyes locked on Lord Mordian."Lord Mordian," he began, his voice carrying a weight of sincerity, "it is you who deserves this chance. For all you have done, and for what yo
As the dust began to settle on the battlefield, Lord Mordian and Lord Barthine Loust exchanged weary yet triumphant glances. The unexpected intervention of the Elerian warriors had turned the tide of battle in their favor, saving Prodloust from the clutches of Quanian annexation.Amidst the aftermath of the chaotic struggle, a presence drew their attention. Among the Elerian horsemen, a mounted soldier stood out, his demeanor exuding an air of command and authority. Even from a distance, it was clear that he was the leader of this formidable force, and his presence was a beacon of hope and strength.As the Bauthinian soldiers continued to regroup, Lord Mordian and Lord Barthine Loust's eyes were drawn to the mounted leader. His attire spoke of his status and prowess. He wore intricately designed chain mail that gleamed even in the dim moonlight, each link a testament to the craftsmanship that had gone into its creation. His helmet was a work of art in itself, adorned with elegant
With a fierce determination, Lord Barthine Loust carefully lowered Lord Mordian to the ground, his movements deliberate and calculated. His grip tightened around the hilt of his sword, the cold metal a comforting weight in his hand. As the two Quanian soldiers charged towards him, he took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest.Ducking beneath the first swing of a Quanian blade, Lord Barthine Loust's movements were fluid and precise. He sidestepped another strike, the air whistling as the enemy's weapon sliced through the space where he had been. His mind raced, analyzing every movement of his opponents, seeking out their vulnerabilities.With a swift motion, Lord Barthine Loust parried a blow and countered with a calculated strike of his own. His sword met the Quanian soldier's weapon with a resounding clash, the force of the impact reverberating through his arms. He lunged forward, his blade finding its mark and carving a deep gash across the soldier's chest.However,
Amidst the chaos, the spectral warriors led by Lord Barthine Loust and Gorloth charged into the heart of the Quanian forces with an otherworldly ferocity. Their armor gleamed with an ethereal radiance as they clashed with the enemy, cutting through the Quanian soldiers with unmatched skill and precision. The Bauthinian foot soldiers, who had been struggling earlier, were awestruck and filled with renewed hope as they witnessed the terrifying warriors with their haunting helmets fighting on their side.Amidst the clash of steel and the cries of battle, the Bauthinian soldiers couldn't believe their eyes. "Who are these warriors and why do they wear such haunting helmets?" one soldier exclaimed in disbelief. Another shouted, "We're not alone! They should be mercenaries hired by Lord Barthine Loust to help us defend our city!" The sight of these fearsome warriors turned the tide of morale, igniting a newfound fire within the Bauthinian ranks.Gorloth, with his long sword and battleaxe,
Amidst the sea of chaos and carnage, Lord Mordian's focus was unyielding, his sword an extension of his indomitable will. Every strike he made was a tribute to the countless lives he aimed to protect. As a Quanian soldier's shield smashed into his face, a blinding flash of pain erupted, and he staggered backward, his vision momentarily blurred.But even in the midst of this disorienting blow, his training and instincts took over. The burly Quanian soldier lunged at him, his swift movements designed to exploit the momentary weakness. Hammering blows rained down upon Lord Mordian, testing his defenses. Steel met steel as Mordian parried and blocked the onslaught, his muscles straining against the powerful attacks.With each parry, he calculated his opponent's movements, his mind racing even as the world spun around him. His resolve was unshaken, his determination unwavering. In a lightning-quick motion, he sidestepped an incoming strike, his body moving with a grace that belied the
As the evening wore on, the relentless exchange of missiles between Bauthinia and Quania showed no sign of abating. The darkening sky became a canvas for streaks of fire and trails of smoke as projectiles cut through the air with deadly precision. The grim toll of casualties mounted on both sides, with soldiers falling amidst the chaos, their battle cries drowned out by the cacophony of war.The Quanian siege towers, though battered by the unyielding Bauthinian artillery, continued their slow advance with an unwavering determination. The massive wheels of the towers rumbled over the rugged terrain, inching ever closer to the towering walls of Prodloust. The defenders of Bauthinia were caught in a cruel dilemma, torn between diverting their attention to the menacing siege towers and retaliating against the unrelenting Quanian artillery.The relentless onslaught from both sides created a maelstrom of confusion and chaos on the battlefield. The Bauthinian soldiers worked tirelessly,
As the battle raged on, the defenders of Bauthinia swiftly set their plan into motion. On the ramparts, soldiers bustled around three massive cauldrons perched above an open flames, the air thick with the acrid scent of boiling oil.With practiced precision, they worked to ensure the oil reached a searing temperature, its surface shimmering with the intense heat.Lord Mordian's voice carried across the ramparts, his tone firm and resolute. "Prepare to release the oil on my command!"Soldiers lined up along the ramparts, ready to execute the order. Their faces were grim, hearts pounding with a mix of anticipation and dread as they awaited the moment when they would unleash the scalding oil upon the Quanian forces.Down below, the Quanian soldiers continued their determined advance, their synchronized march pushing and pounding the massive battle ram onto the gates. The ground trembled beneath their feet, each step and effort to ram the gates weakened the locks more and more, thus brin
The cacophony of battle reached a crescendo as the exchange of arrows between the Bauthinian and Quanian forces continued with unyielding determination. The sky was painted with the arcs of deadly projectiles, each arrow a messenger of death and defiance.The defenders of Bauthinia, knowing the importance of maintaining their archers' position, worked tirelessly to reinforce their fortifications. They scrambled to bring more bricks, stones, and timber, building makeshift barriers to shield the archers from the incoming arrows.Across the field, the Quanian archers adjusted their strategy, seeking to find gaps in the Bauthinian defense. They aimed for the weak points in the battlements, targeting the areas with fewer defenders and where the makeshift cover was not as effective.As the sun hung low on the horizon, casting an eerie glow over the battlefield, the archers on both sides continued to pour arrows into the air. The sky was a storm of wooden shafts, each one carrying the ho