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Bonfaaz Burntfur arrived at Fort Ranik with the most part of his Charr Army but found no humans there and nothing to feast on, all that was left was decaying bodies of humans and Charr alike, but not even the most disgusting of the Charr present fancied trying to make a meal of them. He turned to the informant who had told him that all of humans left in Ascalon were congregating here. “Well? Where are they?” he questioned in the Charr language.
“M-my lord” stammered the Charr, to anyone else, it would sound like the Charr were growling loudly back at his leader, yet he was afraid, a major lapse for a Charr, “I was sure, and I sent an entire warband…”
“Oh so that’s what happened to this lot…” Bonfaaz cut across him.
“‘That lot’ were my finest Charr.” The other retorted, and instantly regretted it.
“HOW DARE YOU!!!!!!” Burntfur exploded “HOW DARE YOU INTERUPT, HOW DARE YOU CHEEK ME!!!!!!” The Charr backed away. Charr were rarely afraid of anything, yet Bonfaaz Burntfur had a menacing aura about him. “You have one more chance Commander,” warned Bonfaaz “track down these humans or I’ll use you head as a decoration at the next fire ritual. Get it?”
“Yes” mumbled the Charr, who scurried of, the remnants of his warband following him.
Eve could see the green hills between the desert and mountains, blissfully unaware that her friends were just beyond her line of sight, heading for the Ice Floe, her destination as well as theirs. “Rise and shine,” a sailor walked into her cabin “time to wake up miss.”
Eve stepped behind him and remarked sourly “I was under the impression I paid enough for my cabin to be private, away from the prying eyes of the crew. You could have knocked if you really needed to get in, which I doubt you do.”
“Sorry miss,”the sailor apologized “ain’t any need to get yer back up; I only came to wake yer.”
“Could you use proper English please?” Eve asked coldly “it annoys me to no end when people use idiotic, non-existent words like ‘ain’t’ and ‘yer’.”
“Well, la-di-da” replied the sailor sarcastically.
“Don’t try to get on my bad side,” Eve hissed “only idiots go beyond this warning, and if they were still alive they could tell of the excruciating pain that occurred right before their untimely deaths. It will also happen to you, if you persist.”
“Is that a threat?” the sailor asked.
“No,” Eve replied, “it’s a promise.”
Extract from the Daily Droknar, the main newspaper in the Shiverpeaks.
“Flaming boat sailed into the port yesterday and was immediately dealt with by all present. A passenger, known only as Eve, was the only survivor. Eve, 20, said “I caught the boat over to here from Sanctum Cay in Kryta but never expected it to end so dramatically, I just thank my lucky stars I got out alive.”
Eve was reading the article in Droknar Palace as Adelbern and Mhenlo walked in.
“Hello, Mhenlo,” Eve said, a smile spreading across her lips, “I was wondering when you might turn up.”
Mhenlo’s first emotion was shock, but then he felt shock again as Cynn appeared at his shoulder and yelled: “Where in the mists have you been you idiot!!!” she paused for thought and continued: “We’ve braved endless Charr, gone from the desert to the mountains while you sit here living it up in this palace!!!!”
“Living it up in this palace!!!” Eve bellowed back. “You have no idea what I’ve been through!!!! I’ve been trudging miserably across nations, lost in the jungle, enduring conditions of all kinds, while all you had to do is fry a few furry moron who think that the can summon the gods by burning effigies of people they hate made of straw!!!!!”
Cynn was about to answer back when Mhenlo stepped in and said: “ Cynn, Eve please, I’m sure you’ve both come through a lot to get here but you’ve got to set your differences aside for now so we can get back to Ascalon after we’ve got a plan.”
“You mean we’re going back?!?!” Cynn exclaimed “After all we did to get here!”
“Yes, Cynn after all we did.” Replied Mhenlo, remaining calm, “But let’s face it, we’d be overrun without a good plan, and from what I’ve heard, King Jalis is the best plotter in the business. How else would he have such success against the Stone Summit Dwarves?”
“ Not as much as you think Mhenlo.” Jalis said as he entered the room “but I think I can help Adelbern win his kingdom back, just give me time.”
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