The Gates of Maroyx was a elegant and gold shining gigantic gate. It was 800 metres long, and can only be carried by fifty scores of giants. The Orderlies approached the gate. And the doors made way for them to their entrance. They passed through. A large tower came into view. The Orderlies were shocked to see the tower except Galz.Galz led the others to the passage which made up the entrance to the stairs. Just when they were approached, a figure appeared. It was a fellow with a juvenile physique, but one could notice a little scanty-reddish beards in his jaws, he wore long hats and couldn't have been more shorter than Little-dimpy nor taller than Lerrick. He introduced himself as Maroyx the Guarder of the magic bow and seeing Galz, he bowed."My master, I am everly humble and graced to see you come all the way from the peak of Eystebith to here in Rogmar,I am at your service and will lead you and fellow sojourners up the tower" the fellow sounded jovial, from the look he was half
Long time ago, The otherlands were one and they were under the Peace Treaty ,the wizards in Eystebith had to protect the bow for at least five score of years. Under the Treaty rules and Act, each of the otherland had to keep the Magic bow as a sign of being en league of not be part of war. ***Long ago, an an elven Archer, lady Luna Lundross, she was one the first elven archer. And she was not of royal blood. Luna was a warrior, she pravished every single day from the age of twelve, and her father was her mentor and a peasant cultivator. He trained his daughter so well and skilled that she split an apple in half by a single shot. So one day, Edmoran leader of the ancient wizard and council of mages, came to her on the fields on one of those sunny and shinny days where she usually trains with her bow and arrow."One,two " and came the arrow flying through the air down pierced the pine tree." Excellent young lady" Edmoran applauded her. At the time she was already fifteenThe young ar
Lerrick drew his sword from shealth on sighting the orcs. Minea was holding the golden ready for action. Little-dimpy was ready for a sword fight and he had already position him a would be warrior manner holding his shining short knife in front. Demion was already having Minea's arrows and bow and has drawn the first arrow but has released yet. Galz stroked first against the orcs leader, there came thunder bolt and the orc groaned fell off to the the ground. One of the hehe orcs headed towards Lerrick , who bent and dodged his attack nearly escapes his dagger. Lerrick stood up, took a deep, held sword with two hands, rises it to the sky threw it towards the orcs direction. The sword hit the orcs temples and he fell backward and laid still. Minea raised the golden bow towards her elbow, blinked and drew the string and there appeared a fire arrow, the flame is something she felt but definitely her opponent will likely feel it full force. She released. At one instance the other orc was
The following day…Minea woke up, it seems to be morning only this time the sky was lighten a bit The sunshine in the sorceress hut was still radiating even up to Maroyx gates but it didnt exceed that level. It was like a light through a cone glass cup or a round hole.They all had slept after last night drinking and supper and discussion...YES discussion.. Minea have wondered what Galz meant by things are about to get more intricating and deadly when they were just on the helm of their quest. They havent killed Heragon yet. And they didn't know the possibility of that, Seeing that Heragon was one of the cunniest and devisive Orc that they ever known. Galz talked about sending words the Aomarion...Galz...its true where was the Wizard. She rubbed her eyes and blinked , she could see her brother sleeping by the side with a rock for a pillow and covered in robe (Little-dimpy saddle some robes for the he heir journey, it was the robes they used in disguise in the mines). Just few steps wa
Long time ago, long before the division, before their was void and fogs hovering the clouds in Rogmar as we know the realms were together in peace and harmony, no wars no division no dark magic. The southern hemisphere or region which is also known as Rogmar was the home of both orcs,goblins , flairs, himans and dwarves. The dwarves were even they first miners before the orcs took over the mines. The dwarves were very hardworking. They would mine for days with little water and food. Just after the then, the orcs became menacingly insensitive and cruel, they wanted their own freedom, a realm of their with no interference from the others and their cam the Conspiracy era. Madbuvk the first rebel orc was the one to lead the orcs. He practised dark magic. He is also Heragon's ancestral forefathers. He was the one that created the first division and anarchy. He was hungry for power and authority that he refuse to carry out orders from the council of wizards. He introduced dark magic to Rogm
Galz was walking quiet tiring and slowly, he was dehydrated and soles of his feet hurt. Doddle was perched at his shoulder. The message from Aomarion was clear and crystal. If he and the orderlies need support, Aomarion would definitely give them inshort support was already on its way. Then came the reminder,shouldnt Ashqtorak been on his way crossing the hollow lands and Maroyx gates to the plains and heading towards the bridge? And why didn't the other kings give him their full support, from Aomarion wrote in this letter Ashqtorak was the only one came to invade Rogmar and stop Heragon, which means they didn't agreed on a plan in the unity meeting. Well if he 'Galz' the Wizard could be able to get hold of the scroll, he will make stop ure that he read those words and end the dark magic thereby destabilising Heragon and the sorceress. Then he remembered the Orderlies he hoped that they were alright and that they finally found Cherry. He knew the dwarf long ago when he usually came t
In Eystebith. Aomarion was in the balcony of the Academy. It was quiet freezing outside but, he wore long robes associated with principal and head of the Academy. He was able to see everything that was happening in the Building grounds. He stood for awhile when a mage came up to him.The alchemist Letruse, was just behind. " Aomarion," Letruse was a tan-skinned mage, with white sideburns. He was the mage in control of the teaching of making potions. He was an intellect, who listens and pays attention but give advice when the need arises. He was observant and some occasions self-willed to get anything he wants with or without the other mages. He gave suggestions in the council. And he loves to be part and parcel of everything done in the Academy. His students have always loved him for the way he taught them on how to prepare their potion. One time a student didn't know how to make the paralysis potion, a mix of sea weed and oyster shells and little drop of oil.but the student failed h
Orlmon was in the mid of the kings, Roland and Edgar. He had already delivered the message of Aomarion and the kings weren't pleased about the response the have gotten from the Wizard.It was in the palace in Orchardland. King Roland was in his chambers with King Edgar who came all the way from the marinalands. Orlmon was in their midst. He was said each one as solemnly as he heard Aomarion did. "This is rubbish" the dwarven king. Was the first to give an outburst." Does Aomarion known the gravity of what he has done. Does he don't know we don't have time?" He hissed.King Roland was thinking about their next move."Whatever Aomarion says shouldn't make us not to rescue our fellow king from the outrageous genes" Roland stood up and walked a little, hands in his back."You may leave, go to Eron my ward tell him to give you your reward as I instructed him to do" King Roland said.Orlmon bowed and left."What do you suggest we do" Edgar took a sip from his wine. On the table were so ma