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still serves the same purpose.”
“How will we use the book without Tu’luh?” the same elder asked.
“You let me worry about that,” Gilifan replied. He then turned back to Takala. “We will need strong warriors to accomplish our goal now. The orcs at Ten Forts will need our help.”
“Orcs won’t fight with us,” one of the other elders said. “Their witch hunters will come after us. That is why we hide here in the wastelands of Verishtahng. It is too dangerous even for the orcs to come at us here.”
Gilifan placed a hand on Takala’s shoulder. “I asked you before, but now I need a direct answer. Where do your loyalties lie?”
Takala met Gilifan’s eyes evenly and set his jaw. “Command me, Master Gilifan, and I will obey. I, and all other members of the Black Fang Council, will serve you as we did our master. I have lived long enough to know that there is still a chance for victory as long as we are strong.”
Gilifan nodded. “I was hoping you would say that.” The necromancer then turned and walked to the five elders. “Come here,” he instructed them. “Join hands with me, and I will show you the visions that Tu’luh showed me.”
The elders looked to each other nervously and then formed a circle, holding hands and then closed their eyes. Gilifan looked at each of them and then mentally called forth a spell to paralyze them. He sent it out in a wave through his hands. It coursed through each of the elders faster than the blink of an eye. Then he pulled himself free of the circle and turned back to Takala.
“To win this war, we will need to rebuild our order. I need men who are strong, and unwavering in their determination.” Gilifan held out his hand, indicating the five elders behind him, still frozen in place. “If you wish, you may consume their power, take it as a token of my appreciation for your loyalty, and a promise to reward you for future endeavors.”
Takala grinned evilly. “I think this new arrangement will work well.”
Gilifan started toward the exit. “I will cull the rest of the weak from my order, and then you and I will begin rebuilding. It will take some time, but we will come back stronger than before. Tu’luh may have died, but his legacy lives on.”
“Glory to the strong,” Takala said.
Gilifan stopped in his tracks and turned back. “Tomorrow, I will have a special errand for you, Takala. Do you know Salarion?”
“I know of her,” Takala replied.
Gilifan nodded. “I will send you out to find her. I wish to speak with her.” Takala nodded quietly, and Gilifan turned and left the chamber so Takala could enjoy his reward. There was much work to be done, but all was not lost for the Wyrms of Khaltoun. He paused just outside the exit and cast a glance over his shoulder. The boy was strong, much stronger than he had expected. For now he would remove the weaklings from Demaverung, then he would set out for the egg. He would have to speed its hatching if they were to have a dragon ready to use the book.
CHAPTER FOUR
Aparen followed the satyr down a long, winding path through a lush forest of elms, pines, and oak trees. Deer warily raised their heads and watched the trio pass by. A hunger crept into Aparen’s stomach as he spied a large buck. Without thinking, he turned as if to pounce on the animal.
In an instant, the satyr was in front of him. The brown eyes bored menacingly into Aparen’s own eyes and the satyr nearly growled as he spoke. “We do not eat meat,” he said. “You are here as a guest, and we have Dremathor’s word that you will obey our laws and edicts. Should you forget your place, there will be no banishment, only death.”
The boy wasn’t sure whether to laugh or to be offended. Did this satyr know that he had just slain a vampire? If Dremathor had spoken of him, then wouldn’t the satyr know of his power? Then again, perhaps this was Dremathor’s plan all along, to imprison Aparen here with a group of beings
“How will we use the book without Tu’luh?” the same elder asked.
“You let me worry about that,” Gilifan replied. He then turned back to Takala. “We will need strong warriors to accomplish our goal now. The orcs at Ten Forts will need our help.”
“Orcs won’t fight with us,” one of the other elders said. “Their witch hunters will come after us. That is why we hide here in the wastelands of Verishtahng. It is too dangerous even for the orcs to come at us here.”
Gilifan placed a hand on Takala’s shoulder. “I asked you before, but now I need a direct answer. Where do your loyalties lie?”
Takala met Gilifan’s eyes evenly and set his jaw. “Command me, Master Gilifan, and I will obey. I, and all other members of the Black Fang Council, will serve you as we did our master. I have lived long enough to know that there is still a chance for victory as long as we are strong.”
Gilifan nodded. “I was hoping you would say that.” The necromancer then turned and walked to the five elders. “Come here,” he instructed them. “Join hands with me, and I will show you the visions that Tu’luh showed me.”
The elders looked to each other nervously and then formed a circle, holding hands and then closed their eyes. Gilifan looked at each of them and then mentally called forth a spell to paralyze them. He sent it out in a wave through his hands. It coursed through each of the elders faster than the blink of an eye. Then he pulled himself free of the circle and turned back to Takala.
“To win this war, we will need to rebuild our order. I need men who are strong, and unwavering in their determination.” Gilifan held out his hand, indicating the five elders behind him, still frozen in place. “If you wish, you may consume their power, take it as a token of my appreciation for your loyalty, and a promise to reward you for future endeavors.”
Takala grinned evilly. “I think this new arrangement will work well.”
Gilifan started toward the exit. “I will cull the rest of the weak from my order, and then you and I will begin rebuilding. It will take some time, but we will come back stronger than before. Tu’luh may have died, but his legacy lives on.”
“Glory to the strong,” Takala said.
Gilifan stopped in his tracks and turned back. “Tomorrow, I will have a special errand for you, Takala. Do you know Salarion?”
“I know of her,” Takala replied.
Gilifan nodded. “I will send you out to find her. I wish to speak with her.” Takala nodded quietly, and Gilifan turned and left the chamber so Takala could enjoy his reward. There was much work to be done, but all was not lost for the Wyrms of Khaltoun. He paused just outside the exit and cast a glance over his shoulder. The boy was strong, much stronger than he had expected. For now he would remove the weaklings from Demaverung, then he would set out for the egg. He would have to speed its hatching if they were to have a dragon ready to use the book.
CHAPTER FOUR
Aparen followed the satyr down a long, winding path through a lush forest of elms, pines, and oak trees. Deer warily raised their heads and watched the trio pass by. A hunger crept into Aparen’s stomach as he spied a large buck. Without thinking, he turned as if to pounce on the animal.
In an instant, the satyr was in front of him. The brown eyes bored menacingly into Aparen’s own eyes and the satyr nearly growled as he spoke. “We do not eat meat,” he said. “You are here as a guest, and we have Dremathor’s word that you will obey our laws and edicts. Should you forget your place, there will be no banishment, only death.”
The boy wasn’t sure whether to laugh or to be offended. Did this satyr know that he had just slain a vampire? If Dremathor had spoken of him, then wouldn’t the satyr know of his power? Then again, perhaps this was Dremathor’s plan all along, to imprison Aparen here with a group of beings
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