Relics
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 24789
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Even as Hespan mustered up it's sizeable force of arms on the mainland,
it also began to prepare it's even more impressive armada at sea.
Although Allaria had a larger army that dominated most of the overland
trade routes in Havnheim, they were no match for Hespan's maritime
empire. There was no power in the world that could rival Hespan on the
high seas of the Aryn or the shipping lanes of the Tarel. Within the
great port of Corona, 200 warships set sail (The King, under the advise
of Marchavio had been readying the armada for over a year, though none
knew why. The King had thought it a preparation for the inevitable Shadow
War his Arch-Magi had warned him of); their destination,
Allaria. Their first main objective would be to cut off the Allarian
supply lines and blockade the city of Collinsport. They would strangle
Allaria's lifelines before they began an outright invasion.
Simon sat hunched over a simple wooden table, studying the mystic text by the light of a badly melted candle. He had been at this for hours, and his head was throbbing with pain. He felt somehow that he should recognize this...but he didn't! He couldn't decipher a single symbol or character! Somewhere in his past he remembered...something. But what!?This was frustrating, to say the least. A servant opened a door to the secluded chamber, distrubing the man from his thoughts and bringing him back to the present. "The boy's condition worstens," she told him, her words echoing with uncertainty and fear. "We've been forced to manacle him, least he be a danger to himself or others..." Simon sighed heavily. The boy Velus, another dark mystery that plagued him. The items the boy had brought to him were worth more than a small fortune. The Lightbringer knew that this boy had indeed been within the Dragon's dark lair. How else could he have come to possess such items?The boy's enchanted sword was perhaps the best peice of crafstmanship Simon had laid eyes upon in all his long years. From the old characters expertly embued into the blade, he had been able to discern it's name: Frey-Thost, the FlameLight sword - a rare relic from the Age of Paladins in the golden years of the Great Empire. His gem-covered ceremonial armor, too, was a relic from that age. Although it had probably not been meant for use in battle, it was still a treasure. At least that was was one mystery he had solved...but there were so many more... "Master?"the servant asked worredly. "What would you have us do?"Simon was startled back to reality yet again. His mind had started to drift over the last couple days, probably from stress and lack of sleep. "I haven't the foggiest idea," he said gravely.
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