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King Shanta.’
‘He’ll find the men.’
‘It could weaken his hand in the war.’
‘That’s another reason why I can’t fail. If he does strike at the Sorcerer, it could cost him the war, and his daughter. What reason would the Sorcerer have to keeping Kia alive at that point?’
They stood in the middle of a vast room at the base of the tower. It had a domed ceiling. The walls were made of the same rusty coloured brick as the wall that surrounding the fortress. The floor had a mosaic in tile, showing the crest of each of the major nations that were, or had ever, used Sallock. The seal of the Zhakim Empire was the centre seal; theirs being the power that originally built the fortress before a great cataclysm claimed their empire and reduced them to a small reclusive nation on an island, in the ocean far to the west. Few had ever visited them since. The seal was a silver star, with a faint blue triangle as the backdrop.
At the time of the cataclysm, the Wyzards of Zhakim had all withdrawn from Sallock, taking with them many of the great secrets of the early age, and all information on the cataclysm. To this day, the Wyzards of the other kingdoms were still in the process of trying to discover what was behind the cataclysm, which had taken place five thousand yehvs earlier.
The rest of the seals were arranged in circles around the centre seal, some intersecting other long dead kingdoms, but none as mysterious as the Zhakim Empire. When new kingdoms began or rose up from the ashes of the old, a new crest would be added to the circles. So far, the seals took up about half the floor space.
Alcoves around the main hall had various important artefacts from the history of the world, each enshrined in many layers of enchantments to keep them safe and unchanging. There was a set of stairs in one of the alcoves, leading to Sallock’s seldom used prison. On the other side of the chamber there was a staircase leading up, to the rest of the tower.
Azra and Ahaki walked to the centre of the room and stood on the seal of Zhakim. Ahaki raised her staff and tapped it on the ground.
The two of them vanished with a flash.
They reappeared in the room above the hall. It was a smaller room, with several staircases and hallways branching off of it. This room was far more lively than the hall bellow, with Wyzards and apprentices walking about, doing their duties and killing time until they found something better to do, or someone else found something better for them.
Azra and Ahaki looked around, and Ahaki spotted someone she recognized.
‘Let’s go talk to someone, Azra. He may be able to help us with at least one of our questions.’
A man in an almost shimmering blue robe, wearing a cloth cap, and sporting a neatly trimmed, black, beard, was talking to someone Azra already recognized. The man he was talking to was Councillor Meridon, previously of the Kingdom of Hallon, and a Master of the Fire Aspect just like Azra, though nothing like Azra.
Meridon saw them walking toward him, and his expression hardened into a look of distant professionalism.
Ahaki stopped next to the two Wyzards, and Azra stood behind, looking at Meridon.
‘Meridon, I’m sorry to interrupt, but I was hoping to borrow Mister Reso for a moment.’
Meridon regarded Ahaki with a nod. ‘Not at all Councillor. Kont and I were just finishing. I have business to attend to back in Hallon before I return here and meet with my Apprentice.’
Meridon gave a nod to Ahaki and walked off.
Kont Reso turned and looked at Ahaki and Azra, smiling.
‘Councillor Ahaki, to what do I owe the pleasure?’ he asked brightly.
‘I’d like to introduce you to Baron Azra Hemnoth, of the Kingdom of Hallon. We’ve got a few questions that we think you could help with,’ Ahaki said, gesturing to Azra.
Kont stuck out a hand, and Azra shook it.
‘Baron, how good to meet you finally. I’ve heard so much about you.’
Azra frowned, and asked, ‘From Meridon?’
Kont
‘He’ll find the men.’
‘It could weaken his hand in the war.’
‘That’s another reason why I can’t fail. If he does strike at the Sorcerer, it could cost him the war, and his daughter. What reason would the Sorcerer have to keeping Kia alive at that point?’
They stood in the middle of a vast room at the base of the tower. It had a domed ceiling. The walls were made of the same rusty coloured brick as the wall that surrounding the fortress. The floor had a mosaic in tile, showing the crest of each of the major nations that were, or had ever, used Sallock. The seal of the Zhakim Empire was the centre seal; theirs being the power that originally built the fortress before a great cataclysm claimed their empire and reduced them to a small reclusive nation on an island, in the ocean far to the west. Few had ever visited them since. The seal was a silver star, with a faint blue triangle as the backdrop.
At the time of the cataclysm, the Wyzards of Zhakim had all withdrawn from Sallock, taking with them many of the great secrets of the early age, and all information on the cataclysm. To this day, the Wyzards of the other kingdoms were still in the process of trying to discover what was behind the cataclysm, which had taken place five thousand yehvs earlier.
The rest of the seals were arranged in circles around the centre seal, some intersecting other long dead kingdoms, but none as mysterious as the Zhakim Empire. When new kingdoms began or rose up from the ashes of the old, a new crest would be added to the circles. So far, the seals took up about half the floor space.
Alcoves around the main hall had various important artefacts from the history of the world, each enshrined in many layers of enchantments to keep them safe and unchanging. There was a set of stairs in one of the alcoves, leading to Sallock’s seldom used prison. On the other side of the chamber there was a staircase leading up, to the rest of the tower.
Azra and Ahaki walked to the centre of the room and stood on the seal of Zhakim. Ahaki raised her staff and tapped it on the ground.
The two of them vanished with a flash.
They reappeared in the room above the hall. It was a smaller room, with several staircases and hallways branching off of it. This room was far more lively than the hall bellow, with Wyzards and apprentices walking about, doing their duties and killing time until they found something better to do, or someone else found something better for them.
Azra and Ahaki looked around, and Ahaki spotted someone she recognized.
‘Let’s go talk to someone, Azra. He may be able to help us with at least one of our questions.’
A man in an almost shimmering blue robe, wearing a cloth cap, and sporting a neatly trimmed, black, beard, was talking to someone Azra already recognized. The man he was talking to was Councillor Meridon, previously of the Kingdom of Hallon, and a Master of the Fire Aspect just like Azra, though nothing like Azra.
Meridon saw them walking toward him, and his expression hardened into a look of distant professionalism.
Ahaki stopped next to the two Wyzards, and Azra stood behind, looking at Meridon.
‘Meridon, I’m sorry to interrupt, but I was hoping to borrow Mister Reso for a moment.’
Meridon regarded Ahaki with a nod. ‘Not at all Councillor. Kont and I were just finishing. I have business to attend to back in Hallon before I return here and meet with my Apprentice.’
Meridon gave a nod to Ahaki and walked off.
Kont Reso turned and looked at Ahaki and Azra, smiling.
‘Councillor Ahaki, to what do I owe the pleasure?’ he asked brightly.
‘I’d like to introduce you to Baron Azra Hemnoth, of the Kingdom of Hallon. We’ve got a few questions that we think you could help with,’ Ahaki said, gesturing to Azra.
Kont stuck out a hand, and Azra shook it.
‘Baron, how good to meet you finally. I’ve heard so much about you.’
Azra frowned, and asked, ‘From Meridon?’
Kont
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