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permission
to leave She’Ma’Ryn and accompany Karven, the king of dragons, to
wherever Vartan and the resistance lies. I offer all of my stock
and experience to aid them, and vow that I will return to
She’Ma’Ryn once the war is won, if I am to survive,” he replied,
holding his breath as he awaited their answer.
“ A worthy cause and a noble
sacrifice Makya and I am sure you are aware that we have never
granted an exception to this law for any trader. But these are not
ordinary times and call for extraordinary decisions to be made. For
you to leave, Councillor Karven would need to take responsibility
for you. What do you say, honourable representative of the
dragons?” he asked.
The dragon king nodded his head in
agreement.
The master closed his eyes, as did the
other members of the council as they prepared to deliberate
telepathically over the issue. “Give us a moment to discuss your
request.”
After what seemed like an eternity,
Makya breathed deeply as he snuck a look toward Karven, whose eyes
reminded him not to move a muscle. The trader returned his view to
the master, whose eyes shot open.
“ Under usual circumstances,
we would not grant such a request. However, given the situation we
all face in Marithia… these rather unusual circumstances require rules
to be bent or even broken. The motion is passed and you have our
permission. Let us move on to other matters,” said the master
dismissively.
Makya grinned, bowed, and returned to
Karven’s side. Exalted by his success, he began to relax and
breathed deeply.
Karven turned to the trader and spoke
in a hushed voice, “I thank you for your kindness, Makya. You are
now excused and may return to your district to make your
preparations. I will meet you there shortly.”
Makya bowed and spoke formally, “Thank
you great dragon king.”
Shanka squawked softly into his ear
once they left the council building.
“ Yes, I know… you were
right, it worked” Makya whispered, a smile escaping his
self-control.
Karven waited until Makya had left the
council chambers until he spoke, “Councillor Xinak, I believe an
answer has been received in response to my request for an
artefact?”
Xinak held up his hand and cast a
spell under his breath.
Meus manus manus mos
suscipio dedi accersitus ex nostrum orator.
His long fingertips glowed and a
scroll rose out from a tall pile of correspondence. It slid into
his hand and he rolled it open.
He attempted again to clear his throat
and croaked, “That is correct, Councillor Karven. We have received
word from the people of Valdorus. I understand the urgency of the
situation and I will skip the formalities to translate their offer
for you.”
“ An artefact, as you call
it, does indeed exist that will aid your fallen dragon queen.
However, creating this artefact comes at a great cost to our
people. We must travel to another plane, outside of our own world
to retrieve what you need. We must capture the heartbeat of an
angel,” he said, stopping and staring at the word.
Karven’s voice raised in
excitement as he asked quickly, “The heartbeat of an angel?
What is an
angel?”
“ Yes councillor, as
Marithia has your gods, the Valdorians believe in a place of
angels. We have received quite a lot of scripture on their beliefs
and they are somewhat fascinating. The Valdorians are not known to
be charitable people and I suspect they will ask a heavy price for
any assistance they will provide,” he replied grimly before
continuing reading the scroll.
“ To ascend to the required
plane, we will need to sacrifice a seer. Our seers are scarce and
have never been used to aid any world outside of our own. The cost
to our people is great as the seer, once its task is done, will
return alive for no longer than one rotation of our moons. At your
request, we will begin the rituals to prepare our seer. As you
would appreciate, we expect to be compensated for our losses. We
value most what you would refer to as
to leave She’Ma’Ryn and accompany Karven, the king of dragons, to
wherever Vartan and the resistance lies. I offer all of my stock
and experience to aid them, and vow that I will return to
She’Ma’Ryn once the war is won, if I am to survive,” he replied,
holding his breath as he awaited their answer.
“ A worthy cause and a noble
sacrifice Makya and I am sure you are aware that we have never
granted an exception to this law for any trader. But these are not
ordinary times and call for extraordinary decisions to be made. For
you to leave, Councillor Karven would need to take responsibility
for you. What do you say, honourable representative of the
dragons?” he asked.
The dragon king nodded his head in
agreement.
The master closed his eyes, as did the
other members of the council as they prepared to deliberate
telepathically over the issue. “Give us a moment to discuss your
request.”
After what seemed like an eternity,
Makya breathed deeply as he snuck a look toward Karven, whose eyes
reminded him not to move a muscle. The trader returned his view to
the master, whose eyes shot open.
“ Under usual circumstances,
we would not grant such a request. However, given the situation we
all face in Marithia… these rather unusual circumstances require rules
to be bent or even broken. The motion is passed and you have our
permission. Let us move on to other matters,” said the master
dismissively.
Makya grinned, bowed, and returned to
Karven’s side. Exalted by his success, he began to relax and
breathed deeply.
Karven turned to the trader and spoke
in a hushed voice, “I thank you for your kindness, Makya. You are
now excused and may return to your district to make your
preparations. I will meet you there shortly.”
Makya bowed and spoke formally, “Thank
you great dragon king.”
Shanka squawked softly into his ear
once they left the council building.
“ Yes, I know… you were
right, it worked” Makya whispered, a smile escaping his
self-control.
Karven waited until Makya had left the
council chambers until he spoke, “Councillor Xinak, I believe an
answer has been received in response to my request for an
artefact?”
Xinak held up his hand and cast a
spell under his breath.
Meus manus manus mos
suscipio dedi accersitus ex nostrum orator.
His long fingertips glowed and a
scroll rose out from a tall pile of correspondence. It slid into
his hand and he rolled it open.
He attempted again to clear his throat
and croaked, “That is correct, Councillor Karven. We have received
word from the people of Valdorus. I understand the urgency of the
situation and I will skip the formalities to translate their offer
for you.”
“ An artefact, as you call
it, does indeed exist that will aid your fallen dragon queen.
However, creating this artefact comes at a great cost to our
people. We must travel to another plane, outside of our own world
to retrieve what you need. We must capture the heartbeat of an
angel,” he said, stopping and staring at the word.
Karven’s voice raised in
excitement as he asked quickly, “The heartbeat of an angel?
What is an
angel?”
“ Yes councillor, as
Marithia has your gods, the Valdorians believe in a place of
angels. We have received quite a lot of scripture on their beliefs
and they are somewhat fascinating. The Valdorians are not known to
be charitable people and I suspect they will ask a heavy price for
any assistance they will provide,” he replied grimly before
continuing reading the scroll.
“ To ascend to the required
plane, we will need to sacrifice a seer. Our seers are scarce and
have never been used to aid any world outside of our own. The cost
to our people is great as the seer, once its task is done, will
return alive for no longer than one rotation of our moons. At your
request, we will begin the rituals to prepare our seer. As you
would appreciate, we expect to be compensated for our losses. We
value most what you would refer to as
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