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alive, as well as anyone found with them. Also, I want you to send your best tracker to follow Rylee to make sure he does his job, and then have him report back here.
"As you command." Gaston said, turning and walking from the room.
This time there must be no mistakes made. He must be sure the warrior was dead, and his head removed, before Chidren arrived. Walking to the entrance of the tent that he used as his headquarters while in the camp, he summoned Finor, the captain of his personal guard, as well as Darik the war mage, to his private quarters. Leaving word that he was not to be disturbed until the two men had arrived, he entered his private tent, and closed the entrance behind him. He walked to a chest across the room, and removed a small box. Inside was a large reddish brown stone with golden runes on it, and as he removed it from the box, it began to glow faintly. He made his report to, and received his instructions from, the mage king himself, which surprised him. Arnoran spoke only to Chidren in the past, and all the others were sent away when he did. The messenger on duty, or Chidren when he was there, had always received his reports at Kath before. The experience left him shaken, and he had to gain his composure before he allowed Finor and Darik to enter. His instructions were clear, and he did not hesitate to issue his orders, when the men he had summoned were standing in front of him.
"The mage king has ordered me to send the two of you, and twenty of the best fighters we have, to the old dragon rider capital of Glansford. Do not be seen by anyone, or see to it that they are no longer alive, and do not have any insignia or markings on yourselves, or your men, that identify you as servants of the mage king. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir!" Finor replied, quickly.
"What are we to do once we reach the city?" Darik asked, annoyed by Finor's blind loyalty.
"You are to wait for a man in silver armor with a golden dragon on his breast plate to arrive. Then kill him, and everyone he is with, and bring his head to me. It is to be sent to Arnoran, so take care to get the right one. Your lives may depend on it."
"Who is this man, and why does it take twenty-one solders and a mage to kill him?" Darik asked, and watched as Avren's face turned red.
"That in not for you to be concerned about mage." Avren spat. "Just do as you are told."
"Yes sir." Darik said in a mocking tone, and turning, walked out the door of the tent.
Finor waited until Darik was gone before turning back to Avren. He did not like the mage, and showed it in the look he gave him as he walked away.
"When the task is complete, and the item that I have requested has been secured, you have my permission to eliminate that fool, in any way that you wish." Avren said.
"Thank you sir, I will enjoy that very much." Finor replied, smiling.
"Choose your men carefully. Make sure they are loyal to only you, and they are the best fighters in camp. Now go assemble your men, you leave at first light."
"Yes sir." Finor said, and saluted before leaving.
Darik stood by the back of the tent listening to the two men inside. He knew better than to trust Avren, or his orders, and he wanted to know all of the plans that were being made. He would do what he was told for now, but they may find him harder to kill than they believed. He walked away from the tent, and into the camp, just before Finor exited Avren's quarters, and soon disappeared among the men it held.
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Darik was a mage from the kingdom of Lorchant, far to the east of the Ruined lands. He was five foot five, and dressed in the robes of a mage of Kath. His hair was long and black, and was not tied back, but hung loosely around his shoulders. His face was clean-shaven, and its slim features were almost Elvin in appearance. He was no more than one hundred and sixty pounds, but he looked much bigger in his
"As you command." Gaston said, turning and walking from the room.
This time there must be no mistakes made. He must be sure the warrior was dead, and his head removed, before Chidren arrived. Walking to the entrance of the tent that he used as his headquarters while in the camp, he summoned Finor, the captain of his personal guard, as well as Darik the war mage, to his private quarters. Leaving word that he was not to be disturbed until the two men had arrived, he entered his private tent, and closed the entrance behind him. He walked to a chest across the room, and removed a small box. Inside was a large reddish brown stone with golden runes on it, and as he removed it from the box, it began to glow faintly. He made his report to, and received his instructions from, the mage king himself, which surprised him. Arnoran spoke only to Chidren in the past, and all the others were sent away when he did. The messenger on duty, or Chidren when he was there, had always received his reports at Kath before. The experience left him shaken, and he had to gain his composure before he allowed Finor and Darik to enter. His instructions were clear, and he did not hesitate to issue his orders, when the men he had summoned were standing in front of him.
"The mage king has ordered me to send the two of you, and twenty of the best fighters we have, to the old dragon rider capital of Glansford. Do not be seen by anyone, or see to it that they are no longer alive, and do not have any insignia or markings on yourselves, or your men, that identify you as servants of the mage king. Is that understood?"
"Yes sir!" Finor replied, quickly.
"What are we to do once we reach the city?" Darik asked, annoyed by Finor's blind loyalty.
"You are to wait for a man in silver armor with a golden dragon on his breast plate to arrive. Then kill him, and everyone he is with, and bring his head to me. It is to be sent to Arnoran, so take care to get the right one. Your lives may depend on it."
"Who is this man, and why does it take twenty-one solders and a mage to kill him?" Darik asked, and watched as Avren's face turned red.
"That in not for you to be concerned about mage." Avren spat. "Just do as you are told."
"Yes sir." Darik said in a mocking tone, and turning, walked out the door of the tent.
Finor waited until Darik was gone before turning back to Avren. He did not like the mage, and showed it in the look he gave him as he walked away.
"When the task is complete, and the item that I have requested has been secured, you have my permission to eliminate that fool, in any way that you wish." Avren said.
"Thank you sir, I will enjoy that very much." Finor replied, smiling.
"Choose your men carefully. Make sure they are loyal to only you, and they are the best fighters in camp. Now go assemble your men, you leave at first light."
"Yes sir." Finor said, and saluted before leaving.
Darik stood by the back of the tent listening to the two men inside. He knew better than to trust Avren, or his orders, and he wanted to know all of the plans that were being made. He would do what he was told for now, but they may find him harder to kill than they believed. He walked away from the tent, and into the camp, just before Finor exited Avren's quarters, and soon disappeared among the men it held.
*****
Darik was a mage from the kingdom of Lorchant, far to the east of the Ruined lands. He was five foot five, and dressed in the robes of a mage of Kath. His hair was long and black, and was not tied back, but hung loosely around his shoulders. His face was clean-shaven, and its slim features were almost Elvin in appearance. He was no more than one hundred and sixty pounds, but he looked much bigger in his
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