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where he recruited from all over the Rogun lands. No doubt, the other monarchs were doing the same.
King Kasan had the harder task. He wished to engage the enemy quickly, and he already had a standing army in the Toll-marr region and a large navy. The battle plans of the three kings hinged on the use of these two readymade forces.
The Vallkyte host of about twenty-six thousand strong were made of Vallkyte soldiers, Toll-marr and Hoath tribes. They were under the command of General Plysov, one of Kasan’s most able battle commanders. His mission was to secure the southern edge of the Wildlands using the navy, under Admiral Hurnac, to ferry the troops to the Lindla delta.
A Rogun force under its general, Sir Balaan, was to support the beleaguered Jertiani tribes that lived on the borders of the Wildlands and build up the ruined wooden palisade that stretched the entire length of the border.
All this was taking many months, while every day more and more soldiers were leaving to go to the south, also others to the Pander Pass in the Tattoium Mountains in the east, where a large Rogun fort would be King Vanduke’s second headquarters when he chose to move.
Havoc and Magnus trained and studied; life went on in the citadel. Magnus took up wrestling as a past time. He would fight with Havoc in the past, but, as his body got bigger, he found it easier to beat him and decided to seek other opponents. Word got around, and soon he found challengers of a similar age, and beat every one of them.
Their royal guard commander, Sir Gillem, an old Carras Knight of about fifty eight with a limp, but as tough as old boots, saw the benefits in Magnus, and duly started a betting pool. With Magnus now an unbeaten champion, the money was rolling in for Sir Gillem and he was always careful to give his young protégé a percentage of the winnings.
Havoc would blanch every time his brother would return from these bouts, seeing him covered in cuts and bruises, mostly on the face and arms, but always with a bright smile and bag of gold sovereigns. He would allow Eleana to bathe his wounds, even though girls were not supposed to be in their dormitory, yet this did not stop his sisters and cousins appearing unannounced.
Beautiful Eleana, always offered Havoc coy and meaningful looks when Magnus was not looking, and he would smile back without blushing. He was starting to notice the female form. Eleana was very pretty; he liked what he saw, but he was confused. She was almost like a sister to him. In addition, he would feel that strange heat welling up in him whenever she attended to Magnus as if he was jealous of them. The last time he felt it was before the fight with Soujonn. It was a strange sensation which he put down to his age and changing teenage body.
Havoc would go and watch Magnus fight in the early days, but then he eventually took to enjoying the peace and quiet in his room. He would sit on his bed and stare into the silver Muse Orrinn that made up Tragenn’s pommel and meditate. Nothing would happen, the Orrinn never gave up its secrets, and Havoc never believed that it would. He found that if he concentrated on the orb, sending his conscious thoughts into the silver surface of the sphere, then he was able to fall into a deep trance and meditate for many hours. Afterwards, he would feel very refreshed and the strange heat in his chest would dissipate.
One time, Magnus arrived back early after winning a quick, easy fight and found Havoc wide-eyed and pale faced staring into the Orrinn. He reached out his hand to shake him, but Havoc had grabbed it in a vice-like grip that nearly crushed his brother’s hand.
One day, he decided to go to the library to study some Skrol documents. He reasoned that, if the symbols on Tragenn’s blade were so easy for him to read, then he might be able to read some others.
Ancient Skrol was made up of eighty-four characters; all consisted of elaborate shapes and lines within circles; one symbol had
King Kasan had the harder task. He wished to engage the enemy quickly, and he already had a standing army in the Toll-marr region and a large navy. The battle plans of the three kings hinged on the use of these two readymade forces.
The Vallkyte host of about twenty-six thousand strong were made of Vallkyte soldiers, Toll-marr and Hoath tribes. They were under the command of General Plysov, one of Kasan’s most able battle commanders. His mission was to secure the southern edge of the Wildlands using the navy, under Admiral Hurnac, to ferry the troops to the Lindla delta.
A Rogun force under its general, Sir Balaan, was to support the beleaguered Jertiani tribes that lived on the borders of the Wildlands and build up the ruined wooden palisade that stretched the entire length of the border.
All this was taking many months, while every day more and more soldiers were leaving to go to the south, also others to the Pander Pass in the Tattoium Mountains in the east, where a large Rogun fort would be King Vanduke’s second headquarters when he chose to move.
Havoc and Magnus trained and studied; life went on in the citadel. Magnus took up wrestling as a past time. He would fight with Havoc in the past, but, as his body got bigger, he found it easier to beat him and decided to seek other opponents. Word got around, and soon he found challengers of a similar age, and beat every one of them.
Their royal guard commander, Sir Gillem, an old Carras Knight of about fifty eight with a limp, but as tough as old boots, saw the benefits in Magnus, and duly started a betting pool. With Magnus now an unbeaten champion, the money was rolling in for Sir Gillem and he was always careful to give his young protégé a percentage of the winnings.
Havoc would blanch every time his brother would return from these bouts, seeing him covered in cuts and bruises, mostly on the face and arms, but always with a bright smile and bag of gold sovereigns. He would allow Eleana to bathe his wounds, even though girls were not supposed to be in their dormitory, yet this did not stop his sisters and cousins appearing unannounced.
Beautiful Eleana, always offered Havoc coy and meaningful looks when Magnus was not looking, and he would smile back without blushing. He was starting to notice the female form. Eleana was very pretty; he liked what he saw, but he was confused. She was almost like a sister to him. In addition, he would feel that strange heat welling up in him whenever she attended to Magnus as if he was jealous of them. The last time he felt it was before the fight with Soujonn. It was a strange sensation which he put down to his age and changing teenage body.
Havoc would go and watch Magnus fight in the early days, but then he eventually took to enjoying the peace and quiet in his room. He would sit on his bed and stare into the silver Muse Orrinn that made up Tragenn’s pommel and meditate. Nothing would happen, the Orrinn never gave up its secrets, and Havoc never believed that it would. He found that if he concentrated on the orb, sending his conscious thoughts into the silver surface of the sphere, then he was able to fall into a deep trance and meditate for many hours. Afterwards, he would feel very refreshed and the strange heat in his chest would dissipate.
One time, Magnus arrived back early after winning a quick, easy fight and found Havoc wide-eyed and pale faced staring into the Orrinn. He reached out his hand to shake him, but Havoc had grabbed it in a vice-like grip that nearly crushed his brother’s hand.
One day, he decided to go to the library to study some Skrol documents. He reasoned that, if the symbols on Tragenn’s blade were so easy for him to read, then he might be able to read some others.
Ancient Skrol was made up of eighty-four characters; all consisted of elaborate shapes and lines within circles; one symbol had
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