Sorry for the lack of a post yesterday. Internet was down yesterday and this morning so I didn't get a chance to post it for a while. Anyways, here's yesterdays post.
Part LXVII: Field of Battle
Date: Kornun 21st, 114 A.U.
“The Mother Tree has spoken to me.” High Priest Jaine addressed the remnant of the priests of the Mother Tree, seated around a round table. “The Mother Tree has finally spoken after decades of silence and has made known unto me her mystery and what we must do to reclaim our fallen followers.”
“The Mother Tree has spoken?” It was the eldest of the priests that was speaking, one of the few that had been around during the Great Upheaval and had witnessed how the Mother Tree had saved them from the wrath of the elves. Jaine was the only other priest who had witnessed their salvation that still believed in the Mother Tree.
“The Mother Tree has again spoken,” Jaine said. “It was during my address to her that she heard my prayer and spoke unto me. I was given the privilege of entering into the Mother Tree itself where she spoke to me.” He lifted up two golden corsha arjla weapons and gently placed them—still in their scabbards—on the table. “The Mother Tree gave these to me—the first and most powerful of the Old Weapons—which were given to us to protect our people. Lost for decades, the Mother Tree has returned them to us and has shown me how we will bring back her followers. The Mother Tree will rise again.”
The Elder Dragon snarled and a flume of fire erupted from behind the bars of the metal cage. Freglak stepped back, before drawing closer to look at the Elder Dragon which was snarling inside, caught by the chains that held it in its prison.
“Tamer—tamer I have made it, sir!” Frindle said. “It is still evil—evil it is, sir—but I can control it well!”
“I know,” Freglak said, turning from the cage. “Your victories the past couple months have been obvious.”
“But are you not here—you are here are you not because of the last battle?” Frindle asked. Frindle had lost control of the Elder Dragon during the last battle and he had nearly destroyed the goblin’s forces before Frindle had managed to retake control of it and keep the elves from winning much ground.
“That was one of the reasons for why I came,” Freglak said, turning toward Frindle. Behind him, a group of goblins were practicing their shooting. “I thought it would be wise to check up on how the Elder Dragon is doing to make sure that it wouldn’t happen again.”
“It was an accident—an accident it was, sir! I was trying new reins as opposed to using his long ears—reins I was using sir! It was the second battle and I hadn’t made them tough enough—tough enough they were not and I lost control. I will make sure it doesn’t happen again, sir!”
“Yes…” Freglak muttered. “Well, it is a pity that I already put down those priests and their blasted Mother Tree. They would have had my head for this.” He looked up. “So what are you doing for the next battle?”
“I will use his long ears again for the next battle, sir!” Frindle said. “His ears will I use until I make better reins!”
“Very good,” Freglak said and turned to see Major Erklen coming toward him. “Major Erklen, it is good to see you!”
“It is an honor to see you as well, Lord Freglak,” Major Erklen said. “I apologize that I was not here to see you when I first arrived. I was detained by other matters.”
“It is no urgent matter,” Lord Freglak said. “I assume there are no new developments since we last communicated via the Codex two days ago.”
"No, sir. We are still preparing for the next assault of the enemy,” Major Erklen said. “Would you like to see our defenses?”
“Aye.” Lord Freglak walked with Major Erklen toward the defenses away from Frindle and the snarling Elder Dragon.
"You were mentioning the priests when I came up?” Erklen asked.
“Oh, that,” Freglak replied. “I was just mentioning to Frindle that it was good that the Elder Dragon catastrophe did not happen while the priests still had influence over the people.”
“Aye,” Erklen said. “You did well in putting them down. Their stock has been utterly defeated.”
“Yes,” Lord Freglak said. “I shan’t expect to receive any more trouble from them any time in the future. All that remains is for the Mother Tree to be destroyed by some fashion for the corpse of the group to finally die. But enough about the priests and their blasted dying cult. How is our war progressing?”
“You can see our defenses here,” Major Erklen said as he arrived at the top of the cliff where they had set up the embankment. It overlooked the edge of the Great Forest, the forest falling behind it while down from the cliffs the open plains began, upon which Freglak could see the elven airships hovering about
“I see,” Freglak said, gazing up and down at the various anti-aircraft missiles that they had set up. “Do you have any idea from the elves how long they plan on continuing to pursue our forces? They have been driven out of the Great Forest and don’t have much hope of winning anything while we have the Elder Dragon on our side.”
“I have no idea,” Erklen said. “It’s strange though… It’s almost as if they’ve given up in some fashion. The amount of reinforcements they have been getting have been lessening over the past couple months as if they are giving up their effort to exterminate us.”
Freglak narrowed his eyes. “It isn’t like Jaigran to concede a battle. Mark my words, Erklen—I smell deceit.” Freglak paused for a few minutes. “Keep up the fight, but keep alert for any information you can glean from them. Because I’m sensing a surprise that they’re preparing to spring upon us. And I don’t like surprises.”
Part LXVII: Field of Battle
Date: Kornun 21st, 114 A.U.
“The Mother Tree has spoken to me.” High Priest Jaine addressed the remnant of the priests of the Mother Tree, seated around a round table. “The Mother Tree has finally spoken after decades of silence and has made known unto me her mystery and what we must do to reclaim our fallen followers.”
“The Mother Tree has spoken?” It was the eldest of the priests that was speaking, one of the few that had been around during the Great Upheaval and had witnessed how the Mother Tree had saved them from the wrath of the elves. Jaine was the only other priest who had witnessed their salvation that still believed in the Mother Tree.
“The Mother Tree has again spoken,” Jaine said. “It was during my address to her that she heard my prayer and spoke unto me. I was given the privilege of entering into the Mother Tree itself where she spoke to me.” He lifted up two golden corsha arjla weapons and gently placed them—still in their scabbards—on the table. “The Mother Tree gave these to me—the first and most powerful of the Old Weapons—which were given to us to protect our people. Lost for decades, the Mother Tree has returned them to us and has shown me how we will bring back her followers. The Mother Tree will rise again.”
The Elder Dragon snarled and a flume of fire erupted from behind the bars of the metal cage. Freglak stepped back, before drawing closer to look at the Elder Dragon which was snarling inside, caught by the chains that held it in its prison.
“Tamer—tamer I have made it, sir!” Frindle said. “It is still evil—evil it is, sir—but I can control it well!”
“I know,” Freglak said, turning from the cage. “Your victories the past couple months have been obvious.”
“But are you not here—you are here are you not because of the last battle?” Frindle asked. Frindle had lost control of the Elder Dragon during the last battle and he had nearly destroyed the goblin’s forces before Frindle had managed to retake control of it and keep the elves from winning much ground.
“That was one of the reasons for why I came,” Freglak said, turning toward Frindle. Behind him, a group of goblins were practicing their shooting. “I thought it would be wise to check up on how the Elder Dragon is doing to make sure that it wouldn’t happen again.”
“It was an accident—an accident it was, sir! I was trying new reins as opposed to using his long ears—reins I was using sir! It was the second battle and I hadn’t made them tough enough—tough enough they were not and I lost control. I will make sure it doesn’t happen again, sir!”
“Yes…” Freglak muttered. “Well, it is a pity that I already put down those priests and their blasted Mother Tree. They would have had my head for this.” He looked up. “So what are you doing for the next battle?”
“I will use his long ears again for the next battle, sir!” Frindle said. “His ears will I use until I make better reins!”
“Very good,” Freglak said and turned to see Major Erklen coming toward him. “Major Erklen, it is good to see you!”
“It is an honor to see you as well, Lord Freglak,” Major Erklen said. “I apologize that I was not here to see you when I first arrived. I was detained by other matters.”
“It is no urgent matter,” Lord Freglak said. “I assume there are no new developments since we last communicated via the Codex two days ago.”
"No, sir. We are still preparing for the next assault of the enemy,” Major Erklen said. “Would you like to see our defenses?”
“Aye.” Lord Freglak walked with Major Erklen toward the defenses away from Frindle and the snarling Elder Dragon.
"You were mentioning the priests when I came up?” Erklen asked.
“Oh, that,” Freglak replied. “I was just mentioning to Frindle that it was good that the Elder Dragon catastrophe did not happen while the priests still had influence over the people.”
“Aye,” Erklen said. “You did well in putting them down. Their stock has been utterly defeated.”
“Yes,” Lord Freglak said. “I shan’t expect to receive any more trouble from them any time in the future. All that remains is for the Mother Tree to be destroyed by some fashion for the corpse of the group to finally die. But enough about the priests and their blasted dying cult. How is our war progressing?”
“You can see our defenses here,” Major Erklen said as he arrived at the top of the cliff where they had set up the embankment. It overlooked the edge of the Great Forest, the forest falling behind it while down from the cliffs the open plains began, upon which Freglak could see the elven airships hovering about
“I see,” Freglak said, gazing up and down at the various anti-aircraft missiles that they had set up. “Do you have any idea from the elves how long they plan on continuing to pursue our forces? They have been driven out of the Great Forest and don’t have much hope of winning anything while we have the Elder Dragon on our side.”
“I have no idea,” Erklen said. “It’s strange though… It’s almost as if they’ve given up in some fashion. The amount of reinforcements they have been getting have been lessening over the past couple months as if they are giving up their effort to exterminate us.”
Freglak narrowed his eyes. “It isn’t like Jaigran to concede a battle. Mark my words, Erklen—I smell deceit.” Freglak paused for a few minutes. “Keep up the fight, but keep alert for any information you can glean from them. Because I’m sensing a surprise that they’re preparing to spring upon us. And I don’t like surprises.”
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